Ava’s POV

The house was silent except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. My mother had gone to bed hours ago, her bedroom door firmly shut at the end of the hallway. I should have been asleep too. Instead, I lay in my childhood bed, heart racing, pussy aching, replaying every filthy word Damien had growled against my lips in the kitchen the night before.

Stepdaddy.

The word felt dirty and perfect on my tongue. I was soaked again, my thighs sticky, my clit throbbing every time I remembered the way his thick fingers had stretched me...