Neurospicy H*es: I Had a Shutdown in My Stepdad’s Office and He Told Me to Take Off My Shirt

KYLIE

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The world was collapsing in my chest, and the only thing that made sense was him.

So I walked into his office.

My mom’s ex.

Half-dressed. Barely sane. And I let him see me fall apart.

He didn’t call for help.

He didn’t ask what was wrong.

He told me to take off my shirt.

And I did.

Now I can’t stop. I crave the way he takes me apart with nothing but his voice. The way he fills me like I was made to hold him. The way he never once treats me like a girl who needs saving. Just a filthy little thing begging to be ruined.

DEVON

I should’ve sent her away.

I should’ve told her to breathe, to calm down, to pull herself together. Instead, I told her to strip, and she did. Tits out, eyes wild, mouth soft and open like she wanted me to bite.

She was my ex’s daughter.

Eighteen. Shaking. Soaking wet. Mine.

Now I’m breaking her open behind closed doors while her mother makes dinner upstairs. I’ve come inside her more times than I can count, and I’m still not satisfied.

She begs with her whole body. She bleeds need. And I’m not letting her go. Not even when the truth tears everything apart.

She came to me broken. Now she’s just mine.