Taimana’s POV

The next night I waited for him like a whore in heat.

Mark had texted that he wouldn’t be home until Friday. I had to spend four more nights of this sickness I couldn’t stop. I told myself I would lock the door. I told myself I would confess everything to my sister. Instead I showered slowly, shaved my pussy until it was smooth and glistening, then rubbed sweet almond oil into my swollen breasts until they shone. My nipples were already leaking, thin white trails sliding down my dark areolas. I didn’t wipe them away because I wanted Ethan to see what his stepmother had become.

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