Somno Stepfather's Breeding Obsession: A Consensual Sleep Play Somnophilia Breeding Romance Stepdad Romance Possessive (While She Sleeps Book 2)

He's my stepfather. He's twenty-eight years older. And I just gave him permission to take me while I sleep.

I know it's wrong. The age gap alone should stop me. The fact that my mother sleeps down the hall should definitely stop me.

But I can't stop thinking about him—about Garrett's possessive stare across the dinner table, the way his voice drops when we're alone, how he looks at me like he's barely restraining himself.

So I leave my door unlocked. And I send him a text explaining exactly what I'm consenting to.

What I want him to do while I'm unconscious.

And he does.

The first time, I wake to the tail end of my climax, my body trembling with an orgasm I didn't see coming. Evidence of him everywhere.

He took my virginity while I was dreaming. While my mother slept twenty feet away.

"Did you mean it?" he demands the next morning, cornering me in the kitchen. "Every word?"

My face burns. Guilt crawls up my throat. I should say no. Should end this before it destroys everything.

But I nod anyway.

His eyes darken with hunger. "Then tonight, I'm coming back."

This is forbidden. Taboo. My mother sleeps down the hall, completely unaware that her husband sneaks into my room every night.

The guilt is suffocating. I hate myself every morning. Swear I'll lock my door.

But every night, I leave it unlocked anyway. Every night, he comes to me in the darkness.

Sometimes I sleep through it completely. Sometimes I wake to his mouth on me, his hands claiming me, his body taking what I've offered.

"You're mine now," he growls against my ear, even as sleep pulls me under again. "Every night. Every breath. Mine."

He's obsessed. Possessive. Insatiable.

And I'm addicted to surrendering to him in the most vulnerable way possible—even though I know it's destroying us both.

Even though I couldn't stop if I tried.