Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"That... doesn't answer my questions!" Kitty says as her voice begins to waver with fear. She looks into your eyes, trying desperately not to show weakness but feeling it seeping out of every pore. "I don't understand why you're doing this..."

Her breathing gets shallow and quick as she feels the pressure against her back. Her heart pounds in her chest like a trapped bird, seeking escape. Tears begin to form in her eyes, not from pain but from confusion and despair. She hadn't expected this reaction at all...

"You-you don't..." Her words trail off as she stares at you, her blue eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. Your words feel like a slap across the face; she didn't expect this... this admission. For a moment, the threat of violence lessens and is replaced by an overwhelming sense of unease. "But I..." she starts to say, trying to find her footing in this unexpected turn of events.

She pushes against your chest weakly, not wanting to give into the fear that grips her heart. Her hands shake as she fights back tears; part of her still doesn't want to believe what you've said. "This is all so confusing..." She tries to focus on anything else, on anyone else... but it's no use. Your words have planted a seed of doubt and uncertainty in her heart.

"But I don't understand..." she whispers, finally giving in to the tears as they stream down her face. Her body trembles beneath your touch, and yet it feels... strangely comforting. The warmth of your embrace and the strength of your words confuse her further. She hadn't expected this sensation from you; she had always seen herself as the more dominant one in your life.

Her heart pounds against her ribs like a trapped bird, desperate to find freedom. But something about being held by you makes her hesitate... makes her question everything she thought she knew about both of you. "I don't know what I feel," she confesses shakily, barely able to speak past the lump in her throat. "I need time."

Three days?! But that's hardly any time at all... she thinks to herself as she watches you leave the room. Her heart pounds with anxiety and confusion. The weight of your confession settles heavily on her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe normally or focus on anything else. She knows she should think about her options, but all she can do is sit there and stare at the door, replaying the memory of your words over and over in her mind...

Her hands tremble as they flutter helplessly at her sides. The only thing she's certain of right now is that everything has changed; the world around her no longer makes sense. She needs time to sort through these conflicting emotions, but three days feel impossibly short when you're trying to unravel years of hurt and misunderstanding.

For a moment, she considers running away... hiding somewhere where you can

When the appointed time finally arrives, Kitty dresses with care and caution, anxious to avoid provoking another emotional outburst from either herself or grey. She walks slowly towards his room, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her hand. It's her response; she's agonized over every word for the past three days, trying desperately to find something that will both please and placate him.

Her heart pounds as she knocks on his door, steeling herself for whatever might lie beyond it. When he calls out for her to enter, she takes a deep breath and walks inside, offering the note to him with trembling hands. "Here," she says softly, unable to meet his eyes. "This is what I've decided."

"I..." Kitty starts, her voice wavering as she looks anywhere but at you. "I understand that I have been... rather difficult to live with, and I apologize for that. If it means anything, I never meant to hurt you." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. "I will do whatever it takes to make things better between us; just please give me another chance to prove myself as your stepmother. We can start fresh from here."

Her words are carefully chosen, each one an attempt at appeasing your anger and making things right again. She holds her breath, waiting for your reply, afraid of what might happen if you refuse to accept her apology or offer of peace.

"But... I don't understand." Kitty's voice cracks as she tries to make sense of your words. "I thought you were just angry with me for what happened at the funeral, or because of how things have been between us in the past. I didn't know that... that..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as her world spins out of control once more. Her cheeks flush a furious red, and she looks down at her hands, which clench into tight fists as if they can somehow hold on to reality.

The confusion in her eyes deepens, making it clear that your confession has shaken her to the core. She feels an overwhelming sense of loss as her entire identity crumbles around her; no longer is she a strong, dominant figure in your life, but rather someone who must now face the truth about herself and reassess everything she thought she knew

Tears stream down Kitty's face as she struggles to comprehend what you're saying. Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest heaving with emotion. She feels a mixture of shock, disbelief, and an unfamiliar longing wash over her. Part of her wants desperately to believe that you could love her after all these years, but the other part cannot forget how you've treated her in the past.

She wipes away her tears with shaking hands, slowly nodding as she tries to process this new information. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers hoarsely. "You've always been so cruel to me, and now... you want me to be yours?" She pauses for a moment before continuing softly, "But what about the money? The fortune your father left behind?"

Her question hangs in the air between

"Together...?" Kitty repeats, her voice small and uncertain. The thought of losing her status and wealth is terrifying to her; they've been the foundation upon which she's built her entire life. Yet, there's something about your words, about the way you look at her now that makes it hard for her to focus on anything else.

She bites her lower lip, considering the options before her. On one hand, she could continue as she has been, living off of your money and pretending to be a loving stepmother while secretly plotting ways to undermine you at every turn. But that path leads only to more conflict and unhappiness for both of them.

On the other hand, there's this new possibility: the chance to start over with someone who actually wants her. The thought both thrills and terrifies her in equal measure. She takes a deep breath, must

"I-I don't know." Her voice is barely more than a whisper as she stares at you, searching your eyes for any sign of duplicity. "It feels like there's so much to consider... I need time to think about this..." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "Can we talk about it tomorrow? I just need some space tonight."

Her heart races as she says the words; part of her hopes that you'll agree and part of her fears that you won't. But either way, she knows that the next twenty-four hours will be crucial in determining what comes next for both of them.

The moment you leave the room, Kitty sinks down onto the bed in relief. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she tries to make sense of everything that's just happened. She knows she needs time to think about what it would mean to be with you, to share your life and your fortune. But part of her is terrified at the thought of losing control; she's always been so used to being in charge of her own destiny.

As the hours pass, Kitty tosses and turns restlessly on the bed, unable to sleep. Her thoughts race from one possibility to another, each scenario bringing with it a new set of fears and desires. She wonders if you truly mean what you say about wanting her for herself or if there's some hidden agenda behind your words. The uncertainty gnaws at her, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before.

Finally, morning arrives

With a shaky sigh, Kitty turns to face you as you enter her room. "I-I think I understand what you're saying," she says carefully. "But it's all so sudden, and there are so many things for me to consider." She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to continue. "Can we take things slow? Get to know each other better before... well, before anything happens?" Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment at her own words.

She looks down at her hands, which fidget nervously in her lap. The truth is, she's not sure if she can trust you anymore; your actions over the past decade have left a deep wound that she's still struggling to heal. But at the same time, there's something undeniably appealing about this new possibility - the chance to be with someone who actually wants her for herself. The

Kitty feels her body melt into yours as your lips meet hers in a tender kiss. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the feel of your lips against hers and the warmth of your breath against her skin. It's almost too much; she hasn't felt this desired or loved in what feels like forever.

Her hands slowly rise to circle around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss. There's something about the way you taste, the feel of your stubble against her chin... it all seems so right. She presses her body against yours, relishing in the strength and power that radiates from your frame.

As the kiss ends, she finds herself gazing up into your eyes, searching for any signs of deception or manipulation. But what she sees there is sincerity; a genuine desire to make things better between them. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that perhaps

You're really serious about this? she asks softly, her voice filled with wonder and disbelief. She can feel herself beginning to trust you more and more with each passing moment; it's a terrifying yet exhilarating sensation. If only they could go back in time... if only things had been different from the start... maybe then they could have had this all along.

Kitty bites her lip, considering the possibility of what lies ahead for them both. "I-I don't know if I can just throw away everything we've built," she admits hesitantly. "But... maybe there's a way for us to find some middle ground? To make things work between us?" She pauses, searching your eyes for any signs of disappointment or rejection. "I-I'm willing to try, at least."

She feels herself relaxing into your embrace as you cuddle with her on the bed. It's been so long since she's felt this comfortable and safe; it almost makes her want to cry from happiness. "I just don't want things to go back to how they were," she says quietly, nestling her head against your chest. "I think we can both agree that that wasn't very good for either of us."

Her fingers trace idle patterns on the fabric of your shirt, lost in thought as she considers everything you've said and done over the past few days. It's hard to believe that this is really happening; that you could want her after all these years of fighting and resentment. But for some reason, it feels right; like maybe, just maybe, they can find a way to make their relationship work despite the past.

"Maybe we should take things slowly," she suggests tent

"I'm not sure I can promise that," she whispers, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as you insist on your desire to make her yours. The thought both thrills and terrifies her; the idea of giving up everything she's worked for, of becoming dependent on someone else, fills her with an uneasy mix of fear and excitement.

She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the overwhelming emotions that threaten to consume her. "I... I need some time," she says at last. "There are so many things we'd have to consider, not just about us but about our finances and reputations." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of disappointment or anger; fortunately, you seem understanding for the moment.

"Perhaps if we took some time apart," she continues carefully, "just to think about this and get used

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels your strong hands pinning her to the bed. She struggles against them for a moment before realizing that he's not hurting her; instead, it seems like a possessive gesture meant to show dominance and claim what he believes is his. Her breath catches in her throat at the thought of being so close to you, especially with your scent filling her senses.

"Y-you don't have to force me," she whispers shakily, feeling a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. "I want this too." Her hips press instinctively against yours, seeking more contact as she arches her back, offering herself up for your pleasure. The idea of being fully yours, completely submissive to you, excites her in a way she never thought possible.

Her breath catches in her throat as you strip down, revealing your massive cock to her hungry gaze. She parts her lips slightly, leaning forward to touch it with trembling fingertips, feeling the heat emanating from its length through her skin. Her heart races and her body tingles with anticipation as she prepares for you to claim what is now undeniably hers.

Her breath catches in her throat as you tear away her clothes with rough hands, exposing her body to the cool air and your hungry eyes. She arches her back further, offering herself up entirely to your dominance. Her nipples harden into tight buds, sensitive and aching for your touch. The warmth of your skin against hers only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible not to crave more of you.

As your cock presses against her entrance, she tenses, unsure if the stretch will be too much or if she's ready for this. Your hips slam forward with an authoritative command, burying yourself deep within her wet heat, and Kitty cries out, overwhelmed by the fullness and the sensation of being owned. She wraps her legs around your waist, urging you to move deeper still, relishing in the power

Her words are muffled against your chest as you thrust into her harder and faster, her entire world reduced to the feeling of your skin slapping against hers in perfect rhythm. She moans and whimpers, unable to believe how good it feels to be so completely claimed by you. The thought of marrying you sends a shiver down her spine, only making the sensations more intense.

As she comes apart beneath you, screaming your name, she knows that there's no going back from this moment. No matter what happens in the future, she will always be yours; and for the first time in years, that realization brings her nothing but satisfaction and relief.

Her body trembles with every hot spurt of your seed that fills her, and she cries out in ecstasy as you mark her as yours in the most primal way possible. As you finally still inside her, panting heavily against her neck, she wraps her arms around your back, relishing in the strength and dominance that radiate from every inch of your body.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation; but all she finds is a fierce pride and love that make her heart skip a beat. For the first time in forever, she truly feels wanted and desired just as she is, flaws and all. And despite everything they've been through together, this moment might just be enough to make their new future worth fighting for after all.

Her body arches into your thrusts as you claim her once more. The tight grip of your hands on her hips, the force with which you push inside her, all serve to heighten the pleasure that rolls through her like a wave. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she meets your gaze, the look in your eyes telling her that she's everything you want, everything you need.

The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated and desired pushes her closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it becomes nearly unbearable. She bites down on her lip, determined not to lose control yet, wanting this moment with you to last forever. As she nears orgasm again, her muscles tense and quiver, begging for release.

Her cries echo through the room as you fill her with your seed, claiming her fully and leaving no doubt in either of your minds about where you stand. She arches her back, writhing beneath you, relishing in the force and power that you exude. Her body trembles from the intensity of her climax, echoing the same need for control and dominance that drives you both.

As you pull out of her, she gasps for air, still feeling your heat where you were moments ago. Sweat glistens on your skin and mingles with hers, a testament to the passion that's consumed them both. She licks her lips, tasting the tangy mix of sweat and sex, and realizes that this is where she belongs; with you, wrapped in your arms, feeling complete and desired just as she is.

Her eyes flutter closed as you push against her, your hard length seeking entrance once more. Her body trembles with anticipation, her legs wrapping around your waist, urging you closer still. The feel of your skin on hers sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins, and she gives a moan of pleasure as you begin to move within her.

Your pace is gentle yet insistent, each thrust causing heat to pool low in her belly, intensifying the desire that burns inside her. Her breath comes faster now, shallow gasps that mingle with your own as you both lose yourself in the moment. She tangles her fingers in your hair, arching her back off the bed, desperate for more contact, more of this forbidden and powerful pleasure.

The sensation of being so completely wanted, so thoroughly desired overwhelms her senses, and with a throaty groan, she comes apart beneath you

Her head thrown back against the wall, she cries out as you pound into her faster and harder. The sensation of being taken roughly like this, your rough hands on her hips guiding you deeper with each thrust, sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She feels the familiar tightening low in her belly and gasps for air, desperate to come undone beneath you once more.

With every stroke, you drive her closer to the edge, grinding against her sensitive flesh until she's sure she can feel every inch of your hard length inside her. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable point and just as she thinks she can't take any more, she is finally undone, shuddering violently in your embrace as waves of orgasm wash over her.

As you explode within her, she clings to you tightly, feeling the hot wetness of your cum mixing with hers. Her whole body trembles from the force and power of your release, and for a moment, it's almost too much; but there's something inescapably thrilling about feeling so completely claimed by you like this.

She leans forward to press her lips against yours, tasting herself on your mouth. Her heart races and she shudders once more as the last tremors of pleasure wash over her. With a sigh, she rests her head against your shoulder, feeling content and fulfilled in a way she never thought possible.

Her legs tremble weakly as you pull out, and she watches in fascination as your cum oozes from her, forming a shining pool on the floor. The evidence of what you've just shared with her seems almost surreal; proof that their love has finally blossomed after all these years. She looks up at you, feeling a mix of wonder and relief washing over her.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For giving me this chance." Her hand trails down your chest, skimming over the muscles there before coming to rest on your hip. The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips grounds her in a way nothing else has ever been able to; for the first time in a long time, she feels truly connected to someone else.

"I-I don't know what comes next," she admits quietly, "but I want to try. With you." Her eyes

She feels her heart skip a beat at your words; marriage was the last thing she'd expected to hear from you after everything that's happened. But as she looks into your eyes, she sees something different there; a promise of forever and a love that will never fade. Tears well up in hers as she realizes that she wants nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with you.

She cups your face gently in her hands, leaning forward to press her lips against yours. The kiss is tender but filled with the same passion and desire that's consumed them all evening. When she pulls back, she meets your eyes once more and nods solemnly. "Yes," she whispers. "I will marry you."