CHAPTER 1: THE INTRUDER’S TOY

(TW: NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND EXTREMES. DO NOT READ. AND DO NOT REPLICATE!)The house is a tomb at 2:17 AM, the kind of silence that presses against your eardrums when you’re the only one breathing in it.

I’m standing at the kitchen sink in nothing but a pair of baby-pink cotton sleep shorts that cling to the curve of my ass and ride up between my pussy lips with every shift of my hips, and a champagne silk robe that’s knotted so loosely the front gapes open, letting my heavy breasts spill halfway out.

My nipples are stiff from the AC and from the ache of...