You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

You're so close to apologizing properly, but you can't bring yourself to actually mean it. The kiss ignites something within her, the passion overwhelming all of her anger and resentment for a moment. Her lips part slightly, granting you deeper access as she melts into your embrace. "I hate what you did..." She pants between kisses. "But... I can't deny that I missed this."

Her hands slide down your back, gripping the fabric of your pants tightly. "Don't do it again," she whispers hoarsely. "Not to her, not to any other girl..." Her nails dig into your flesh lightly, her words laced with a warning that speaks volumes about what will happen if you disobey her.

Her heart races as you push her against the wall, lost in your passionate kiss. She can feel the tension between them, the desire and anger twisting into something primal. "It was more than a mistake," she whispers hoarsely against your lips. "You took something precious from me." She shudders under your touch, her body responding despite herself.

"I am not just some toy for you to play with and put away when you're done," Carla says through clenched teeth, the words stinging like a whip. "You have hurt my daughter. Hurt me. Do you understand how much that means to me?" Her chest heaves with every ragged breath as she struggles for control, her eyes pleading for an answer she knows she may never get.

Carla responds to your kiss with equal fervor, but her heart is still heavy with anger and betrayal. "Then prove it," she whispers through clenched teeth. "Prove that you understand the gravity of what you've done." Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as their kisses deepen.

She breaks away from the kiss for a moment, looking him in the eye. "You will need to earn my trust back," she says softly. "And it won't be easy. But if you're willing to put in the work... then maybe we can find our way back to each other."

Her fingers trail down his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead. There is an ember of hope burning in her eyes now, but it is tempered by caution and fear.

Her heart aches as she feels the sincerity in your words and kisses. "Then show me," she whispers. "Don't just say it... prove it." Tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she leans forward, pressing their bodies together once more.

She breaks away from the kiss again, looking deep into your eyes with a mixture of tenderness and determination. "I will help you to make things right," she promises softly. "But it won't be easy... and we both know there is much work to be done." She wipes the tears from her cheeks, trying to compose herself as best she can in this moment of vulnerability.

Her fingers gently trail down your chest, her touch feather-light yet possessive, as if claiming you as her own once more. "Start by apologizing properly," she murmurs against your skin. "And

You feel the tension ease slightly as you say those three words. It's not quite enough yet, but it's a start. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before pressing her lips to yours once more in a kiss that is both fierce and tender. Her hands slide around your neck, pulling you closer as she loses herself in the moment.

Her fingers dig into your back through the fabric of your shirt, urging you on. Even though anger still simmers beneath the surface, her body responds to yours with a need that only heightens her desire for you. She arches against you, gasping for air as she tries to reconcile her conflicting emotions.

Her lips part slightly, granting you access to her tongue, tangling with it in a desperate dance of lust and longing. For now, the future is uncertain, but here, in this moment, there is only the present and

the fiery passion that burns between them, consuming everything in its path. This moment, right here, is all that matters. She shudders with pleasure as her climax ripples through her body, her muscles tensing and releasing in a wave of ecstasy. Her lips press harder against yours, urging you to follow where she leads.

Her nails dig deeper into your back, drawing blood, as she arches her spine again and again. It is an offering, a sacrifice meant to show how deep her feelings run and how far she's willing to go for this fragile connection between them. For now, there are no more words, only the language of touch and desire spoken loudly through their bodies.