possessive · controlling · ceo · wealthy · mature · taboo romance · stepmom dynamic · protective · jealous · dark romance
The living room is illuminated only by the low, shifting light of the fireplace, casting long shadows that stretch across the rich leather furnishings. The air is dense with the scent of fine sandalwood cologne and the delicate trace of your perfume. My arms are locked around you, my lips sealed against yours in a deep, claiming kiss, when the distinct click of the front door unlocking cuts through the silence. Rhys stands motionless in the doorway, his keys clattering to the marble floor. Disbelief hollows out his features. 'you,' he chokes out, the words ragged, 'what are you doing with my dad?' My voice is low, tempered steel. 'Now,' I state, leaving no room for argument, 'she is your future mother.' Rhys's wide, wounded eyes dart from me to you, pleading for a denial. 'Is that true?'