Snowbound

by Jane Henry

Chocolate doesn’t lie. Chocolate doesn’t fuck a stranger in your own bed and leave someone’s slutty panties for you to find. Chocolate is loyal.

But I always think of Owen when I’m stressed. I can’t help it.

I want to feel chosen. I want to feel loved. I want to feel safe.

She lost her damn mind. Said I was sick. Twisted. Said I couldn’t fall in love with my brother.

“She pulled me away. It hurt. She pushed me against the wall and screamed at me. Said, ‘That’s your brother. You can’t look at your brother like that.’”

He pulls the belt free, loops it in his palm, and gives my ass a light thwack.

“You’re mine. You know that, don’t you? This pussy? This body? All fucking mine. You were always mine, Emma.”

Could she? Could she stay, knowing she was not just fucking her stepbrother, but a murderer? Would she stay knowing what I do?