All in the family

After the funeral, the grand house fell into silence.

Lillian Montague, a forty-year-old widow with flame-red hair and a body that still burned with unspoken hunger, believed the long night would be filled only with grief and emptiness.

But her twenty-one-year-old son William never left.

He came to her bedroom in the dark, meaning only to hold her.

One touch. One trembling breath.

And something ancient and forbidden awakened between them.

In the shadows, mother and son crossed a line that should never be crossed. What began as comfort became a slow, dangerous surrender — lips on skin, hands that knew too much, desires that had waited years in secret.

Now they are bound by a passion darker and deeper than love itself.

A secret that will devour them both.

ALL IN THE FAMILY

Some taboos are never meant to be broken…

until they are.