Eight

Nobody moved for a long time.

Maya just kept looking at us like she was daring one of us to speak first. The air in the room felt heavy and wrong and charged all at once. I could still feel the ghost of Dominic inside me. My thighs were sticky. My mouth still tasted like him.

Dominic was the one who finally broke the silence.

“Maya…. please. Go to your room. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when everyone has cooled down.”

She laughed under her breath.

“Cooled down?” Her eyes flicked to the front of his pants again. “You’re still hard, Dad. Don’t pretend this is over.”

He flinched like she’d hit him.

I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly aware of how little I was wearing and how obvious everything still was. Maya noticed. Of course she did. Her gaze dragged down my body slowly, lingering on the marks his hands had left on my hips and the way my nipples were still visible through the thin shirt.

“You really let him fuck you,” she said quietly. Not accusing this time. Almost…. wondering. “Against the wall. Like that. Like you didn’t care if anyone walked in.”

My throat felt tight. “I didn’t know you were coming back.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

She stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell her shampoo and the faint scent of whatever perfume she’d worn earlier. Her eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them.

“Did it feel good?” she asked.

The question landed between us like a match.

Dominic made a low warning sound. “Maya—”

“I’m talking to her.” She didn’t look away from me. “Did it feel good having my dad’s cock inside you?”

Heat flooded my face and spread lower. I should’ve lied. I should’ve said something that would shut this whole thing down. Instead my voice came out barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

Maya’s breath caught. Just for a second.

Something shifted in her expression. The anger was still there, but it had started mixing with something else…. curiosity, jealousy, heat. She glanced at Dominic again, then back at me.

“Show me.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“Show me how he had you.” Her voice was steady, but her hands were trembling at her sides. “Against the wall. I want to see.”

Dominic’s voice came out rough. “That’s enough. Both of you. This stops right now.”

Maya ignored him completely. She reached out and tugged lightly at the hem of my shirt.

“Take it off,” she said. Soft. Almost gentle. “You were half-naked when I walked in. Don’t get shy now.”

I looked at Dominic. His jaw was locked, eyes dark, chest rising too fast. He wasn’t stopping her this time. He wasn’t moving at all.

My fingers found the bottom of my shirt. I hesitated for one more second…. then pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor.

Maya’s eyes dropped to my bare breasts. She didn’t look away.

“Now the shorts,” she said.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. They hit the floor. I stepped out of them. Completely naked in the middle of the living room while my best friend and her father stared at me.

Maya let out a slow breath.

“Jesus,” she whispered.

She reached out like she couldn’t help it and brushed her fingers over one of the faint bruises on my hip. The touch was light, almost careful, but it sent a shiver straight through me.

Dominic’s voice was strained. “Maya…. don’t.”

She didn’t take her hand away.

“You already crossed every line,” she said without looking at him. “Both of you. Don’t start acting like there’s anything left to protect.”

Her fingers trailed higher, over my stomach, then stopped just under my breast. She was breathing faster now. So was I.

When she finally looked up at my face again, her eyes were glassy and dark.

“I hate you a little,” she said quietly. “But I also…. can’t stop looking.”

The room felt like it was holding its breath.

Nobody moved to stop what was happening.

Not even Dominic.

Maya’s fingers stayed on my skin.

She traced the edge of the bruise on my hip again, slower this time, like she was memorizing the shape of it. Her eyes kept flicking between my face and my body. She looked angry and turned on and confused all at once.

Dominic hadn’t moved. He stood a few feet away, hands clenched at his sides, watching us like he couldn’t decide whether to stop it or keep staring.

Maya finally spoke, voice low.

“Come here.”

I didn’t know if she was talking to me or to him. Neither of us moved at first.

She looked at Dominic.

“I said come here.”

He hesitated. Then he stepped closer, slow and careful, until he was right behind me. I could feel the heat of him even though he wasn’t touching me yet. Maya’s hand was still on my hip. Now I was standing naked between them.

Maya’s eyes lifted to her father’s face.

“You wanted her,” she said. “You fucked her. So don’t stand there looking guilty. Touch her.”

Dominic’s breath left him in a rough exhale.

“Maya...... this is......”

“Touch her,” she repeated. Soft. Steady. “Or I will.”

His hand came up slowly. Fingers brushed my waist, then settled more firmly, pulling me back against his chest. I felt the hard line of him through his pants, still half......hard, pressing against my lower back. A small sound slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

Maya watched every second of it.

She stepped even closer until the front of her body almost touched mine. Her hand slid from my hip up to my ribs, then higher, stopping just under my breast. Her thumb brushed the underside once, testing.

“You’re shaking,” she whispered.

“I know.”

She looked at my mouth. Then she leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was messy and a little angry and wet, like she was trying to figure out if she hated the way I tasted or wanted more of it. I made a startled sound against her lips. Behind me Dominic’s grip on my waist tightened hard.

Maya pulled back just enough to speak.

“She still tastes like you,” she said to him. Her voice had gone rough. “Did you come in her mouth earlier too?”

Dominic didn’t answer. His hand slid higher, cupping my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple. I arched into the touch without meaning to.

Maya watched his hand on me. Then she reached down, grabbed the bottom of her own hoodie, and pulled it off in one motion. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her bare chest rose and fell fast.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast.

“Your turn,” she said quietly.

I froze for a second. Then I touched her the way she’d touched me...... careful at first, then firmer when she made a small sound and pushed into my palm. Behind me Dominic’s breathing had gone uneven. His other hand slid down my stomach, lower, until his fingers brushed between my legs and found how wet I still was.

Maya’s eyes dropped to watch what he was doing to me.

“Does she feel good?” she asked him.

His voice came out wrecked. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

He pushed two fingers inside me slowly. I gasped, head dropping back against his shoulder. Maya made a low sound and kissed me again, harder this time, while her father fucked me with his fingers right in front of her.

When she pulled away, her lips were shiny and her eyes were dark.

“I should still hate you both,” she whispered.

Nobody answered.

Her hand moved down my stomach until it covered Dominic’s. She didn’t push him away. She just stayed there, feeling the way his fingers moved in and out of me, like she needed to be part of it somehow.

The line we’d all been standing on had already disappeared.

And none of us were trying to find it again.