"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

She was scrambling in my arms, but I just tightened my hold on her. What the fuck was I thinking? 


Hate me. Loathe me. Despise me. That stupid fucking monologue got me into this shit. I stared down at her face after slamming the door on the boy's face. 


Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was wet with tears and snot. She was a beautiful mess. Her lips were also red and swollen. Anger immediately filled me. 


She blinked at me. "Fuuuckk you. Put me doooown." 


Yes, I could deal with her anger. I gently put her down and she took a step forward. I immediately caught her as she tripped on her own feet. 


She slumped to the ground and faced the ceiling, giggling as she tried to make snow angels on the floor. 


"Mind your own business." After telling me off, she started crying again. 


Chapter 30