I used sex to help me forget.
To help me numb the pain.
Because for those few minutes of pleasure, I could shut it all off.
The reminders of all that I had lost. All that I had endured.
Of all that I saw die before my eyes.
I slept with a man I canοΏ½t get out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-time thing with no attachments and no commitments. No names were exchanged, no phone numbers swapped. And that was fine by me ... until I lay awake at night, dreaming about that manοΏ½s caress. Wanting and yearning to feel his touch once more.
But one day, my fantasies of seeing this man become an all-too-consuming, nightmarish reality. Suddenly, he is in my house, that cocky grin of his silently promising more to come.
And the reason being? His father is getting married to my mother. We are going to be family.
I am in the seven circles of hell. His look alone consumes my soul and makes me beg for more. He wants me and is determined to get me. IοΏ½m his obsession, and IοΏ½ve just become a slave to his infatuation ... to the games he likes to play. The games he knows will have me surrendering to his will.
But thatοΏ½s not the only problem. ThatοΏ½s not the only reason I am living in my own personal hell.
The year before I met my soon-to-be step-brother, Hunter ... The year I made a decision that will ultimately end up destroying my very soul...
I lost my virginity to HunterοΏ½s dad.