Forbidden Desire: Falling for my mafia stepson

Cassidy Monroe slipped into Easton Cooper's room, wearing a dark blue lace nightgown. The room was pitch black, and she didn't bother turning on the light. Her palms were sweaty with nerves.

She was here to seduce her young stepson and make him her lover.

At 23, Cassidy had been married off by her father to Ashton Cooper, a man old enough to be her dad, with four sons. She was even younger than the two of them.

The Cooper family had a bad rep, but Ashton treated her well. He was tall, handsome, and had that mature charm. Life with the Coopers wasn't too bad.

But things had changed. Ashton had cancer and was dying.

Cassidy sighed. She could see her bleak future. Once Ashton was gone, her four ambitious stepsons would probably turn on her, a young stepmom with no way to protect herself.

She needed to survive in the Cooper family, at least not die from some "accident" like a gas leak, car crash, or getting shot while shopping.

She needed a strong ally, someone capable and resourceful, preferably the next head of the family. Easton was her best bet.

Just then, Easton walked into the room.

He didn't notice her. He reached for the light switch, but Cassidy quickly stopped him.

"Who's there?" Easton's voice had a hint of menace.

"Easton, it's me." Cassidy lowered her voice and moved closer, whispering in his ear.

Her sweet scent hit him, and Easton tensed up for a moment before relaxing. The next second, he pulled Cassidy into his arms.

Cassidy was startled, her hand landing on his chest, feeling the warmth. Her nightgown was thin, showing off her figure. Easton's right hand was on her waist, and she could feel the heat of his palm.

He held his jacket in his left hand, wearing only a shirt. Her hand remained on his chest, and she took the chance to unbutton his shirt, revealing his firm chest muscles.

Easton tossed his jacket aside and grabbed her wrist. He chuckled softly in her ear, his mood unreadable. "I thought it was a stray cat, but it's my stepmother."

The word "stepmother" from Easton's mouth made Cassidy's cheeks flush. Especially since she was now in her stepson's arms, Cassidy wished she could run away.

But Easton held her wrist tightly, and his hand on her waist tightened even more when he sensed her intention to leave.

Their relationship was strained. At home, he would barely glance at her, rarely speaking. On good days, he might call her by her name. On bad days, he wouldn't even acknowledge her presence, let alone call her "stepmother."

Cassidy took a deep breath. She couldn't leave; her goal was to seduce him and secure her protection.

Easton let go of her hand and pinched her chin, making her look up. "What are you doing in your stepson's room so late?"

The word "stepson" reminded Cassidy of the ailing Ashton. Ashton's condition was getting worse every day, yet here she was, trying to seduce his son.

But she had no choice.

She raised her hand and poked Easton's bare chest, her voice dripping with seduction, "Easton, you know what I want, don't you?"

Easton pulled her into his arms again, even lifting her slightly off the ground.

Cassidy immediately wrapped her arms around Easton's neck, pressing her soft chest against him on purpose.

Their bodies were now tightly pressed together, and she could feel something hard against her. Cassidy knew exactly what it was: Easton's hot, thick, and hard penis.

"Does Ashton know what you're up to?" Easton asked, his body heat seeping through her thin nightgown, making her feel warm.

Cassidy instinctively felt shy and wanted to hide, but she couldn't escape. "Do you need me to take you to ask his opinion?" she whispered, leaning closer to Easton and gently licking his earlobe.

"Easton, you'll give me what I want, won't you?" Cassidy's voice was dripping with seduction as she slowly moved down, licking his Adam's apple.

She lightly bit his Adam's apple with her teeth, feeling it move beneath her touch.

Then, with a swift motion, Easton carried her to the bed. Cassidy was thrown onto the bed, letting out a short gasp.

Easton had one leg on the ground and the other knee on the bed, just watching her. In the darkness, Easton looked like a fierce beast, the king of the pack. His voice was like the low growl of a lion. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Of course, she did. She was fighting for her life.

Cassidy grabbed Easton's tie, pulling him down and lightly biting his lip. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Easton tore off his tie, leaned over, and reached out to grab her leg, moving up to her inner thigh. His breathing grew heavier.

The room was dark, and she couldn't see his expression or guess what he was thinking, but his gentle actions gave Cassidy a sense of hope.

Maybe Easton wasn't as cold and ruthless as she thought, maybe he was the right choice. But the next second, that thought vanished completely.

Easton's fingers touched her pussy, and without hesitation, he inserted three fingers into her vagina.

Cassidy wasn't prepared at all and immediately clenched her legs in pain. "Easton, be gentle, please."

But Easton seemed not to hear her, giving her only a few seconds to adjust before forcefully moving his fingers inside her.

Pleasure and pain came together, and Cassidy couldn't help but tilt her head back, breathing heavily. She bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound.

But Easton seemed to see through her thoughts, increasing his speed. She wanted to escape, but he pinned her legs down, leaving her no choice but to climax under his forceful actions.

Cassidy lay on the bed, panting, her chest heaving. "Is that enough?" she asked breathlessly.

She heard his mocking voice and then the sound of him getting off the bed. No, she couldn't let him leave now; she hadn't secured his promise yet.

Turning over quickly, she hugged Easton's waist and pressed him down, her hand reaching down to grasp his erect penis. She bit his neck gently. "Where are you going? Didn't I do well?"

Having just climaxed, her voice trembled, but it was unexpectedly sexy. She remembered Ashton telling her that no man could resist her when she spoke in that voice.

Sure enough, she heard Easton's breathing grow heavier and felt his penis, still confined in his pants, twitch.

Easton flipped Cassidy over, pinning her beneath him, his hand covering her slightly cold skin, reaching into her nightgown to grasp her breast. "Take off your clothes, you horny bitch, now."

Just then, someone banged on the door. "Mr. Easton Cooper! Your father wants to see you immediately!"