Chapter 34

• "Aleen." He says watching me as I take my seat at the dinner table, it feels stupid to have this duvet wrapped around me at the dinner table. If my mother could see me right now, she would probably burst a blood vessel chastising me on basic etiquettes.
• Fuck. My mother. I guess she would be doing more than throwing a tantrum at the fact that I am naked at dinner, or that I was going to eat greasy food at three in the morning. I am fucking her husband. My stepfather. He has done something irreversible to my brain chemistry with the way he makes me come. The way we fit perfectly when he is inside me. The sinful taboo of it all is the drug. And it is quite addictive. I don't stand a chance.
• There is a part of me that feels guilty. That feels ashamed and terrified of being found out. The problem is that that part is so small. Almost insignificant. I look up into his dark eyes, and I am weak. I lose my resolve. The way he looks at me casually sets my soul on fire.