Chapter 7

Early the next morning, the men sent to take over arrived.

Two men in black entered the basement, exchanged a few words with Edward, and carried away the heavy black suitcases.

The whole process took less than twenty minutes.

Edward saw them to the door.

When he returned, he looked noticeably more relaxed.

"I'm heading back to the city," he told Ryan and me. "There are some accounts I need to reconcile in person. I'll be back by the day after tomorrow. Ryan, you keep an eye on the house."

After pausing for a moment, he added, "Don't let your stepmother wander off."

Ryan gave a curt reply. "Got it."

Edward gave us one last look, got into the car, and disappeared down the coastal highway.

The safe house fell silent.

CLICK!

Raine closed and locked the door behind him.

When he turned around, the golden glow in his eyes was no longer concealed.

Though the moon hadn't risen yet outside the window, the beast within him was already clearly restless, teetering on the brink.

"Come here," he said.

I stood rooted to the spot, my legs weak.

The bite mark on the back of my neck throbbed faintly.

I knew I should refuse.

I should open the door and run out.

I should do whatever was right.

But I didn't.

Instead, I walked over.

Ryan scooped me up in his arms and carried me straight to the main bedroom.

The moment the door closed behind us, he pushed me down on the bed, which was supposed to belong to Edward and me.

No foreplay, no unnecessary words.

He tore open my skirt, ripped off my panties, and thrust his hard, scorching member straight inside me.

I was still wet.

I had been that way ever since last night.

When he sank all the way inside me, I finally couldn't hold back a cry.

This time, there was no blanket, no Edward in the front row, and no reason to hold back.

Ryan's thrusts were deep and forceful, hitting the back of my body every time as if he were trying to drive himself completely inside me.

His golden eyes shone with frightening intensity.

His fangs were fully bared, and a low growl rolled from his chest, brimming with raw animal instinct.

"Scream," he said hoarsely, biting my collarbone. "Let me hear the sound of you coming while your stepson fucks you."

I shook my head but couldn't stop myself from letting out broken, choked whimpers.

Suddenly, he flipped me over and entered me even deeper from behind.

One hand gripped the back of my neck and pressed it against the bite mark.

The other hand reached around to the front and kneaded the small, swollen, and aching nub.

The pleasure came on fast and fierce, mixed with the shame of being completely possessed, nearly driving me mad.

"You're clenching so tight..." he gasped in a cruel tone. "You like it, tight?"

"Tell me, stepmom..."

"You're already mine, aren't you?"

Orgasms surged over me, one after another.

I cried and screamed as my body convulsed instinctively.

Ryan let out a low growl and thrust hard into me.

His scalding fluid gushed inside me once more.

Just then, the sound of the doorknob turning filled the air.

Raine's body tensed instantly, and that golden gleam flared up in his eyes once more.

Instead of pulling out, he pressed me tighter against his chest, his hardness still buried deep inside me.

BANG!

The door swung open.

The sharp sound cut through every soft breath hanging in the air.

Ryan froze.

My legs were still wrapped around his waist, bare skin tangled beneath rumpled sheets.

I jolted instantly, scrambling to drag the linen upward to cover myself.

My face drained of all color, wide eyes locked on the man standing in the doorway.