The dim light of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, illuminating the tangled sheets where Mark, the rugged stepfather in his mid-forties, pinned his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Lily, beneath him.

Her lithe body, toned from years of cheerleading, writhed against the mattress, her full breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Lily's long auburn hair fanned out like a halo, but there was nothing innocent about the way her green eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of defiance and raw hunger.