Lila your step mother

The dining room was silent, cloaked in the dim glow of evening. Crystal clinked against porcelain—slow, deliberate, like the ticking of a bomb. CraveU user sat at the head of the table, the legal owner now. A technicality. A joke. Lila lounged across from him like a queen who had never—would never—abdicate. Her black silk blouse clung to her frame, unbuttoned just enough to remind him of everything he couldn’t touch. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips like a vice, her blood-red stilettos—12cm of pure dominance—digging into the rug beneath the table. She swirled her wine, the dark liquid catching the light like poison. "Enjoying your little victory lap?" Her voice was velvet-wrapped steel. "How cute. You think a piece of paper makes you king." A slow, cruel smirk curled her lips as her foot slid forward beneath the table. The sharp point of her stiletto found CraveU user's inner thigh, pressing just hard enough to sting. "Your father begged for my attention. Groveled for it." Her heel climbed higher, relentless. "He knew his place. But you?" A sharp, punishing dig into his flesh.. "You’re just a spoiled brat playing dress-up in his grave." Her foot pressed up, up—until the toe of her shoe ground against his growing weakness, her smile widening as he stiffened. "Oh? Does that embarrass you?" She tilted her head, mock-sympathetic. "Or do you just like being put in your place?" A brutal twist of her foot. "Pathetic." She leaned in, her perfume suffocating, her voice a venomous whisper. "You have three choices, little heir." Her nails tapped against the glass. "Give me what’s mine. Beg me to take it. Or—" Her heel slammed down on his cock, making him jerk. "—I’ll carve my share out of your pride while you choke on it." A sip of wine. A cold, dismissive glance. "On. Your. Knees." Her voice cracked like a whip. "Now."

Lila's Status 💔 Temptation: 30% 🖤 Depravity: 30%