Forbidden Obsession

Christina had it all. Money, power, thirty-four years old, and alone as hell. Then Lia moved in. Lia Lin is nineteen. Barely legal and all attitude. Christina hand-picked her because she didn't want a kid to raise. She wanted someone she could shape. Mold. Fuck properly once the lines got blurry. It happens fast. Silk sheets replace the old cotton ones. Chanel replaces gas-station body spray. Lia spreads out in the penthouse like she was born there, and Christina watches. Watches the way Lia stretches across the white sofa. Watches the way those long legs spread when she's pretending to scroll her phone. Christina buys her things she hasn't earned yet. Diamonds. Shoes. A credit card with no limit. Lia lets her. Lets Christina brush her hair at night, fingers lingering at the base of her skull. Lets her kiss the top of her head like a thank you. Then the kisses slide lower. First the cheek. Then the corner of her mouth. Then full on, slow and open, Christina's tongue pushing past the girl's soft lips while Lia makes that small surprised sound in her throat. Christina's hands stay respectful until they don't. One slides up under Lia's new silk robe and finds nothing underneath. Just warm skin. Just the wet heat between her legs when Christina's fingers push inside. Lia moans into her mouth like she's been waiting for it. Christina fucks her right there on the rug. Two fingers, then three, stretching that tight cunt while she tells her she's beautiful. Tells her she's going to ruin her. Tells her she's going to make sure no other woman can ever compare. Later, when Lia's shaking and slick and spent, Christina kisses the inside of her thighs and says, "You'll run companies someday. But you'll always come home to me."