Chapter 3

I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I was filled with resentment towards my mother. Her devilish nature and manipulative ways made me despise her more with each passing day.

The memory of Matteo, our former gardener, still lingered in my mind. I recalled the day vividly, the events that transpired, and the consequences that followed.

Tomorrow was my graduation day, a milestone I had been eagerly anticipating for freedom. However, Bianca had other plans, and I vehemently rejected them.

My heart belonged to my stepbrother, Maxwell, and I yearned for escape from my mother's manipulations.

Lost in thought, the alarm pierced the night's silence, and I silenced it, checking the time – 1 am. That was the exact time I always sneaked to Maxwell's room.

Tonight, after my distressing conversation with Bianca, I needed it more than ever.

I stood up, wearing my red nightgown, as usual, with nothing underneath – that was exactly how Maxwell loved it.

Wiping away my tears, I approached the window. Quietly opening it, I slipped out. Sneaking through the window ensured minimal noise – no creaking door or footsteps in the hallway to betray us.

Arriving at Maxwell's window, I slipped in quietly as usual. Finding him on his bed, he turned to me and said, "I thought you weren't going to come."

I replied, "Why?" He hesitated, mentioning "nothing... maybe because of what happened at dinner."

Smiling, I approached him on the bed. He sensed something was off, realizing I wasn't my usual self. Concerned, he asked, "Are you alright?"

I only nodded, attempting to conceal my emotions. There was no way I could tell Maxwell that... that I was a murderer.

Suddenly, his elopement plan flashed in my mind. It seemed like the escape I needed from Bianca. Turning to face him, I said, "Yes."

Surprised, he asked, "Yes?" I nodded, gathering the courage to express my desire. "Let's run away Maxwell. I want to be able to love you freely."

Maxwell's face lit up with a big smile.

"I… I wa…." I tried to speak, but he gently placed his hands on my lips, urging silence. "Shhh"

His touch trailed down my chest, sending butterflies fluttering in my belly as my chest rose and fell with each heartbeat.

He pulled me closer by my thighs and whispered, "Just kiss me."

His hands rested gently on my thighs as I looked him straight in the eyes. A shiver ran through my entire body as he squeezed my thighs and I moaned in pleasure. He bit his lower lips and watched my face squeeze with my mouth open.

With a soft intake of breath, I found myself pulled gently by the neck to face him, our eyes locking. As he leaned in, our lips met in a passionate yet tender kiss.

My hands explored his head, tracing his curls on his hair. In a hushed voice, I whispered, "Maxwell..."

He responded by moving his mouth to my ears, creating a warmth that only he could evoke. No one else could make me feel the way Maxwell did.

He gently pulled off the hand of my dress as he kissed my neck down to my chest. He whispered, "call my name baby"

I made little moans as I tried to whisper his name, "Max… max...." Fuck! The force he pulled in me couldn't let me and he didn't stop.

Moments later, he lowered me down, removing his shorts. He urged me to say his name more firmly, with a gentle smile "say my name!"

I whispered Max... Maxwell!! My chest weaving with anticipation. My legs began to wobble as he went in slowly at first – exactly how I loved it.

Gosh! I squeezed the bedspread tightly as I moaned. Instantly, he placed his shirt in my mouth to prevent the loud moans from going out of the room. Then he began going fast – real fast.

My stepbrother was goooood; he knew exactly where to hit! He kept on going harder! Harder!! Harder!!! Till we both reached ecstasy – then boom!

We never used protection because we enjoyed the raw intimacy – but we both agreed I'd be on a birth control pill to avoid any risk of pregnancy considering the taboo it would be to conceive with my stepbrother. As we sat breathing heavily, Maxwell squeezed my hands.

Suddenly a knock on the door disrupted the moment. I quickly covered myself in panic when we heard Bianca's voice: "Maxwell dear."

Maxwell stood up instantly. "What's she doing here?"

I whispered as he hurriedly tidied up the room wearing his shorts.

Bianca asked again: "Were you asleep?"

Maxwell cleared his throat: "Uhm... no no."

Bianca responded: "It's about your sister love can I come in?"

Surprised and curious – I didn't return to my room but stayed behind the window eavesdropping...

I wondered what Bianca wanted to discuss with him at this time of night...

Maxwell hesitated: "Uhm... let's just talk here."

Bianca agreed: "Okay I know you're friends with Hunter so I want you to…..."

I couldn't believe the nerve of my mum....