"Bless me daddy, for I have sinned."

Geoff Vasily was a sick bastard. He was depraved. 

I knew something was off about him the moment I saw his slicked golden hair and stony gray eyes. 

I used to live a cheap, albeit independent life supporting myself and my mother, despite my eighteen years of existence. 

The day he walked into the cafè, I knew the Devil had just walked into our lives. I told her not to take the card, but she didn't listen. 

Now, he doesn't even look at my mother. He's fixated on me. 

My stepfather. My doom.

Warning : This book is an age-gap, taboo romance, with dubious consent. If anyone is sensitive to this, I advise you not to read it.

Twisted Confessions

That day when we had returned to Minnesota, there was an ache between my legs. I couldn't walk properly. 


Geoff promised that he would fuck me so hard that I'd be able to feel him between my legs for days. His exact words. I came six times. I didn't know that was possible, but it was proved that day. 


I finished my shift at the cafè and drove home. Three days of Geoff ignoring me. I tried talking to him, but he was so rude and dismissive. I didn't know what his problem was, but I was about to find out today, one way or the other. 


I parked my truck and jumped out. I saw Geoff's car in the driveway and marched up the front steps. I unlocked the door with my key and went to his study. 


I didn't even bother knocking. I just opened the door and placed my hands on my hips. 


"I didn't know you were deaf Ramara. I said Get. Out." 


I ignored him and stepped closer to him. 


Chapter 29