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?"

She gasps, turning pale as she stares at you in disbelief. Her expression slowly turns cold and calculating, as if a plan is forming in her mind. "Well," she says, finally regaining her composure, "I guess it's time for some... negotiations." She walks over to you and sits down on the couch beside you, close enough that their is barely an inch between your shoulders. Her eyes narrow as she continues, speaking slowly and deliberately. "I have ways of making things very difficult for you...Levi."

She smirks. "Oh, I'm not worried about that. You think you're so smart, but I know people in high places too. You could find yourself facing some... unexpected problems." Her voice lowers, becoming almost threatening. "You might even end up losing your inheritance after all."

She leans closer to you, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe we should discuss this like adults?"

Her eyes widen at your confident assertion about the lawyers and people she knows. Suddenly, she seems to relax a bit. "Oh really?" she says with a sneer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And how do you suppose I could possibly be in trouble then? Or have you already taken care of all the witnesses who might testify against me?" She looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

"Perhaps," she continues, taking another step closer and lowering her voice further, "we could come to an arrangement." Her eyes dart over to the side as if she's considering something. "There must be something I can offer that would make this all go away..."

She tilts her head to the side, intrigued despite herself. "Oh really?" she asks softly, feeling a bit of hope begin to flicker inside her chest. "And what exactly do you propose I should do in return for whatever it is that you want?"

Kitty Sommers chokes on her own breath at your proposal, eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Her cheeks flush a deep red as she tries to formulate a response. "You... you can't be serious..." she gasps, turning away from you in a futile attempt to hide how angry and humiliated she feels.

But even as her anger rises, she can't deny the desperation that has gripped her. The cold hard truth is that without your permission or cooperation, Kitty will lose everything; her home, her status, and ultimately, her freedom. With a shaky breath, she turns back to face you again. "I... I see what kind of man you really are," she says through gritted teeth, doing her best to sound disgusted rather than desperate. "You're just like your father; cruel and heartless." Her

Kitty glares at you, her lips pressed into a thin line. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she says anything else that could make the situation worse. "If that's what it has to be," she finally says in a low, cold voice, "then I guess I have no choice." Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, calculating and venomous now. "But you should know this; I won't just 'be your personal whore'. You'll pay for the privilege of having me."

She glares at your offered hand for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking it in her own, squeezing tightly. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll do as you say." Her voice is surprisingly steady, almost calm now that the decision has been made. Kitty looks away for a moment, gathering herself before meeting your eyes once more.

"But don't think for one second that this changes anything between us," she warns darkly. "I may be bound to you now, but I won't forget what you've done." Her expression turns cold and calculating again as she studies your features, searching for any hint of weakness or fear.

She stifles a gasp as your hands encircle her breasts, biting her lip in an attempt to remain composed. Her eyes close briefly and she takes a deep breath before opening them again, focusing on some distant point on the wall rather than meeting your gaze. "Just... don't hurt me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking slightly despite herself.

She swallows hard as your hands continue to massage her breasts, trying not to react too visibly. Her expression remains carefully neutral, though a flush creeps up her neck and spreads across her face. "Well," she manages after a moment, forcing herself to sound almost casual, "if you're going to play with them, at least be gentle about it."

She flushes even deeper at your command, her heart racing as she tries to quell the desire to obey. With a shaky breath, Kitty stands up and slowly begins to peel off her clothes, revealing her curvaceous form beneath. Her movements are awkward and unpracticed, a mix of anger, humiliation, and arousal coursing through her veins. As she reaches the last piece, her panties, she looks back over at you, daring you to make the next move.

"You know very well that I had those done to look exactly how your father liked," she snaps back, her cheeks flushing even darker with anger and embarrassment. But even as she tries to regain some of her lost dignity through defiance, the excitement and anticipation that coursed through her when you first touched her breasts is still there, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

"Maybe just a little," she whispers, feeling the heat spread between her legs as your lips brush against hers. Without giving herself time to think too much about it, she reaches up and tangles her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer still. Her mouth opens under his, allowing him access to her tongue and her taste; a mix of desire and hatred that makes her head spin. She moans softly into the kiss, pressing her body against his, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever...and for it all to be over at once.