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?"

Kitty Sommers gasps in surprise as she's pinned to the wall, feeling his hard cock pressing against her. "I-I d-didn't expect this!" she stammers, glancing down at his massive member with a mixture of fear and fascination. "Let me go!" Her voice quivers, betraying her own arousal despite her attempt to maintain composure.

"Fine," she murmurs, breath catching as his cock presses more firmly against her. "But I want to know why you did this. You can't just keep me in the dark!" Her body responds despite herself, her nipples hardening and pressing into her bra. The adrenaline rush from being pinned like this, combined with his dominance over her... it's too much for Kitty to resist.

But she won't admit that out loud. Her gaze flickers up to meet his, defiance mingling with growing arousal in her eyes. "Tell me what I need to know."

Kitty's eyes widen in surprise at his admission, her mouth forming an "O" as she digests the information. Her breath comes faster now, partly from arousal and partly from confusion. Did he really just confess this? Or is it some sort of twisted power play to further control her?

Her body trembles with desire, pushing against his grip as if wanting him deeper inside her. "I-Is that true?" she whispers, hesitant but unable to keep the edge of curiosity from creeping into her voice. She knows it doesn't matter anymore; there's no going back now. All that matters is this moment and what comes next.

The admission shifts something inside her, like a boulder rolling downhill. A feeling she can neither understand nor deny begins to rise within her, washing away all thoughts of vengeance and self-preservation. "Teach

Kitty arches her back as he presses his lips to her neck, letting out a soft moan. She tangles one leg around his waist and grinds herself against him, seeking the release she can feel building within her. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above their heavy breathing. "Show me." Her fingernails scrape along his shoulders, leaving small trails of blood in their wake as they scratch across the taut muscles there.

The admission has changed everything between them; now it's as if she's admitting that her feelings have been there all along, hidden beneath a brittle façade of anger and resentment. Her body responds to him in ways she never expected, each touch sending shockwaves through her. He's no longer just her stepson, the person who took away her life of luxury; he's the object of

her desires, the one who can make her feel wanted and loved again. And in this moment, as he takes what is rightfully his, she finds herself surrendering to it willingly. Her hands roam over his body, feeling every inch of muscle and flesh beneath his skin. She kisses him hungrily, biting his lower lip when he tries to speak, her need for him pressing her against the wall with unyielding passion.

Her breath catches as he pulls her dress down, exposing her ample breasts to his hungry gaze. She watches with anticipation as he cups one in his hand, the roughness of his palm against her sensitive nipple making her gasp. "Please," she whispers, arching her back further into his touch. Her other hand explores lower, seeking contact with him there. "Make me yours."

As he pushes inside her, Kitty lets out a sharp cry, the pain giving way to an almost unbearable pleasure as she feels him filling her completely. She presses herself against his hard length, meeting each thrust with one of her own, their hips slapping together in rhythmic harmony. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as she arches her back, moaning unintelligibly. With every stroke, he claims her more firmly as his own, imprinting himself on her body and soul until there's no part of her that doesn't belong to him.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring as sensation engulfs her. She's lost in the moment, lost in the overwhelming need to feel him deep inside her. He is her world now; he always was. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

As he pumps into her, Kitty moans his name, her body moving with him in an erotic dance that speaks of surrender and desire. Her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she urges him deeper still. "I'm yours," she whispers, tears of release streaking down her cheeks. "Always."

The tightness around him warns that her orgasm is near, and he thrusts harder, determined to send them both over the edge together. With a loud cry, her body convulses violently, clenching rhythmically around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. "Yes!" she screams, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "I'm yours, Grey! I always will be!"

Her words echo through the room as he erupts inside her, pouring his hot seed into her welcoming depths. She presses herself against him, reveling in the feel of him emptying himself for her. The sensation is overwhelming, triggering yet another orgasm that rolls through her like a tidal wave, leaving them both spent and panting on the floor.

As their bodies cool down, Kitty allows herself to melt into his embrace, marveling at the unexpected turn of events. Her husband is gone, but she has found something new in his son: passion, desire... love. For the first time in years, she feels truly alive. Perhaps there's hope for them after all. "Thank you," she whispers softly into his ear. "For showing me this side of you." Her hands caress his chest gently, tracing lazy circles as they rest atop

"I will," she promises breathlessly, her gaze locked on his intense blue eyes. "You have my word." Kitty kisses him softly, their lips lingering together for a long moment before pulling back with reluctance. She smooths down the front of his shirt, feeling suddenly bashful despite everything that's just happened between them. "We should probably clean up," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

With shaky hands, she reaches for a nearby tissue to tend to the small cuts on his shoulders. As she works, he watches her with an expression that is equal parts lust and affection. "I want more," he says hoarsely. "More of this... togetherness." He hesitates before adding softly: "And I want you to be happy again."

"I understand," she whispers, careful not to meet his eyes as she blots away the blood on the tissue. "And I'm sorry for being... difficult. It's just... everything happened so quickly." She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to finally look at him. "You were right about your father. He only ever cared about himself, not me or you..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to express what she's feeling.

Suddenly, Kitty reaches out and gently tugs at one of his hairs, plucking it from his head before blowing on it to dry the tiny drop of blood left behind. "I do love you, you know," she says quietly, her voice barely a whisper as she studies the stray strand between her fingers. "Even if I haven't always shown it."

Her heart feels heavy

Her breath catches at the question, and she looks up to meet his gaze, searching for an answer within it. "Yes," she says finally, her voice barely a whisper. "I suppose it does." Her fingers reach out to stroke his cheek, feeling the stubble there beneath her fingertips. It's a strange sensation, this new intimacy between them. But somehow... right.

Kitty closes her eyes, savoring the contact for a moment before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you too," she whispers against them. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to say that." She pulls back, allowing him to see the truth in her expression. "And I think... maybe this is our chance at something real."

Her fingers linger on his cheek, and for a moment they might be any ordinary couple, rediscovering each

Her heart skips a beat at his words. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines what might happen between them in the future. "I-I trust you," she whispers, biting her lower lip nervously. "We can take it slow, if that's better..." She pauses, realizing how much she's offering him with those words: a new beginning together, a chance at happiness despite everything that's happened in the past.

Her gaze meets his once more, and this time there is no shame or hesitation in her eyes. Instead, there is hope. Hope that maybe they can make something beautiful out of all the mess they've been through. She takes a steadying breath, feeling herself start to relax into the moment with him for the first time ever. "I want this," she says quietly, her voice trembling only slightly. "I want you."

As he studies her face

She melts against him, returning the kiss with passion and desire. As they embrace, she can feel herself falling deeper under his spell; he's not just her stepson anymore, he's her everything. And for once, it feels right. She wraps her arms around him tightly, her fingers tangling in his hair as their tongues dance together in a sensual tango that leaves them both panting for breath.

With every touch, she feels him claiming her more firmly as his own; not just physically but emotionally too. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, like standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing but air beneath your feet. But somehow, with him by her side, Kitty knows that she can take this leap of faith... and they can build something truly wonderful together.

"Oh!" She gasps as she feels him hardening against her once more. Her hands run up and down his chest, fingertips skimming over the ridges of muscle, before looping around his neck to pull him closer still. "I've missed this," she whispers against his lips, their hips grinding together in perfect harmony.

The anticipation builds within her again, a fire burning deep inside that can only be sated by his touch. She kisses him fiercely, her tongue dancing with his as they both struggle to catch their breath. Her body aches for him, craving the release he always seems to bring with him. And when it finally comes, it's blinding and beautiful, washing over her in waves of pure ecstasy that leave her shuddering and gasping for air.

As they catch their breath again, Kitty nestles her head against

"Next time?" she asks, half teasing and half incredulous as she glances down between them. "Oh, I think we'll be doing this again." Her fingers trace idle circles over his chest, enjoying the feel of him beneath her fingertips. "I never realized how... intense it could be with someone like you," she whispers, unable to keep the faint blush from creeping across her cheeks.

A quiet smile plays on her lips as she looks up at him through her lashes, admitting in a small voice: "You've ruined me for anyone else." Her eyes flutter shut as he runs his fingers lightly down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her. "I want you," she whispers against his neck. "Only you."

Her hands slide lower on his body, curling around his hips possessively, drawing him closer still until there's

Her breath catches as he grabs her ass and pulls her even closer, their hips grinding together in unrestrained passion. Her fingers dig into his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin quiver with desire as they mate in this way. She arches her back, pressing herself against him as tightly as she can, seeking to become one with him in every possible way.

As their bodies move together in perfect harmony, Kitty's mind drifts away from the thought of condoms and birth control; all that matters is this moment and the incredible feeling of being connected to him so intimately. Her head falls back, exposing her neck, and she pants his name hoarsely through gritted teeth as pleasure washes over her in endless waves.

With every thrust, he claims her more firmly as his own, leaving no doubt in either of their minds that this is how it'

I can't... promise that, Grey." She gasps, arching her back further as he speeds up his thrusts, pushing them both closer to the edge of release. "You already have my heart," she whispers between moans, digging her nails into his shoulders as he takes her harder and faster. The feel of him moving inside her is exquisite, drawing out every emotion within her until there's nothing left but raw desire and need for more.

Her hips buck wildly against him, seeking friction and release with every thrust, each touch driving her further toward the brink. "I love you," she whispers, barely audible over their heavy breathing. "So much." The words spill from her lips like water, pouring forth in a torrent of emotion that leaves no room for doubt or shame.

As her orgasm crashes over her, Kitty's body

With a cry of ecstasy that seems to echo through the room, she comes hard around him, her inner walls gripping and milking his length as he fills her again and again with his hot seed. Her body convulses wildly, writhing against him as she surrenders fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her nails scrape down his back, drawing thin lines of blood that mingle with their sweat, the tangible proof of their union. As he groans above her, his hips bucking hard once more before stilling, Kitty pulls him closer, pressing herself as tightly against him as she can. "I'm yours," she whispers, barely able to catch her breath. "Forever." Her hands cup his face, thumbs stroking the skin beneath his eyes as she looks up at him with an intensity that takes her breath away.

The

He studies her face for a long moment before cupping her cheek in his hand, thumb brushing away a stray hair from her forehead. "And I'll be yours forever, Kitty," he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise." He leans down, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming both of them.

Slowly, their hearts begin to calm, returning to a steady rhythm as reality sets back in around them. But even then, they can't seem to let go of each other, reluctant to break the connection that's been forged between them over the course of this night. It's clear that everything has changed, and there's no going back now; they are bound together by love and desire, their futures entwined in ways neither of them could have ever anticipated.