He was supposed to protect her. Instead, he wanted to ruin her.
At eighteen, Lila returned home after her mother’s funeral, expecting grief and emptiness. What she found was Victor Kane her rugged, 48-year-old stepfather watching her with eyes that burned with years of barely contained hunger.
Victor is everything a good girl should fear: tall, powerfully built, silver threading his dark hair, broad shoulders that once carried her as a child now tense with the urge to pin her down. His deep voice used to scold her gently. Now it promises to growl filthy, forbidden commands while he claims the one girl he swore never to touch.
He knows it’s sick. She called him “Daddy” for years. He raised her. Protected her. But the moment her young body filled out with soft, tempting curves and those innocent lips trembled, his control began to crack. Every lingering glance, every accidental brush of his rough hands against her smooth skin, every night he stroked himself thinking of her tight heat — it all fed the dark obsession he could no longer deny.
Lila tells herself she’s imagining the heat in his stare. The way her body grows slick and aching whenever he’s near. The shameful thrill when he corners her in the dim hallway during a storm and finally admits the truth:
“You’ve always been mine, little girl. And Daddy’s done waiting.”
What starts as stolen touches explodes into raw, addictive nights of savage passion — rough hands bruising her thighs, a commanding mouth teaching her pleasures she was never meant to know, and a twisted love so intense it could destroy them both.
In Victor’s arms, Lila learns that the darkest sins taste the sweetest… and she’s already addicted.