Six

The silence stretched until it felt like it might snap.

Maya stood halfway down the stairs, wet hair dripping onto her hoodie, eyes moving slowly between us.

I forced a small, tired laugh first.

“We’re fine. I think we’re both just exhausted. Long day, weird energy. You know how it gets when it’s quiet in this house.”

Dominic’s voice came out steady, controlled, the father version of himself firmly back in place.

“She’s right. I had a long day before you girls got here. I didn't sleep much last night. Everything’s fine, kid.”

Maya stared at us for another second too long. Then she shrugged, the suspicion still sitting quietly behind her eyes, and came the rest of the way down.

“Okay… if you say so. I’m crashing hard anyway. Jason drained me.”

She hugged me again, quick and tight, then went upstairs. Her bedroom door closed with a soft click.

Dominic didn’t look at me again. He picked up his untouched whiskey, downed it in one swallow, and followed his daughter upstairs without a word.

I sat alone on the couch for a long time, pulse still racing, the ghost of his hand under my shirt burning against my skin.

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Morning came gray and quiet.

Dominic was already gone by the time I came downstairs. A note on the kitchen counter in his sharp handwriting said he had early meetings in the city and wouldn’t be back until evening. The coffee was still warm in the pot.

Maya was brighter than the night before, determined to shake off the fight with Jason. She dragged me out for the day — brunch by the water, walking the small town shops, trying on stupid sunglasses, laughing too loud on purpose. For a few hours I almost managed to pretend the night before hadn’t happened.

Almost.

Every time my phone stayed silent, every time I caught myself looking at the road that led back to the lake house, the ache between my legs reminded me exactly what I still wanted.

By late afternoon Maya got a call from Jason. Soft voices. Apologies. She came back to the table with hopeful eyes.

“He’s coming to pick me up. We’re going to talk. Properly this time. You okay if I bail for the evening?”

I smiled and waved her off.

“Go. Fix it. I’ll just head back to the house and be lazy.”

Maya hugged me hard, promised to text, and disappeared into Jason’s car twenty minutes later.

I drove back alone.

Dominic’s black truck was already in the driveway.

My stomach dropped and flipped at the same time.

I found him in the kitchen, still in the dark button-down and slacks he’d worn to work, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. He was pouring whiskey into a glass when he heard my steps. He turned.

The second our eyes locked, the air changed.

Neither of us spoke.

I set my bag down slowly. I didn’t look away. I walked toward him until only the counter separated us.

“You came back early,” I said quietly.

“The meeting ended.” His voice was rough already. “Where’s Maya?”

“With Jason. She won’t be home for hours.”

Something dark and hungry moved through his expression. He set the glass down hard.

“Lila…”

I didn’t let him finish. I walked around the counter, stepped into his space, and reached for his belt.

That was all it took.

Dominic’s control snapped like a bone.

He grabbed me by the waist and spun me, lifting me onto the counter in one hard motion. My back hit the cabinets. His mouth crashed onto mine … deep, punishing, all tongue and teeth and months of held-back want. I moaned into it, fingers already working his belt open, yanking the zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and already hard, the head slick.

He shoved my shorts and panties down my legs in one rough pull and threw them aside. The second his fingers found me I was soaked.

“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth. “You’re dripping already.”

“I’ve been wet since last night,” I gasped. “Since you had your fingers in me. Since I swallowed your come.”

He made a broken sound and pushed two fingers inside me hard, curling them deep. My head fell back against the cabinet with a dull thud. He fucked me with his hand while his mouth dragged down my neck, biting, sucking marks that would be impossible to hide later.

“This is the last time,” he muttered against my skin, even as his fingers thrust deeper. “You hear me? Last fucking time.”

“Liar,” I whispered.

He pulled his fingers free, gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, and dragged me to the edge of the counter. The thick head of his cock notched against my entrance. He paused there for one heartbeat … eyes locked on mine, chest heaving …. then shoved into the hilt in one brutal stroke.

I cried out.

He was thick, stretching me open in a burn that made my vision white at the edges. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that rocked my whole body on the counter. The wet sound of him driving into me filled the kitchen.

“Christ — you’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out, forehead pressed to mine. “Taking your best friend’s father’s cock like you were made for it.”

“Harder,” I begged.

He gave it to me.

One hand wrapped around the front of my throat … not choking, just holding …while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. He fucked me deep and relentless, every thrust dragging over the spot inside me that made my toes curl. The counter creaked under us. My nails scraped down his back beneath his open shirt.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice almost gone. “Legs spread on my kitchen counter, stuffed full of me. You wanted this so bad you came downstairs last night with no panties. Now take it.”

I moaned brokenly, clenching around him. He felt it and cursed, hips snapping harder.

He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and bent me over the counter. One big hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning my chest to the cool surface. Then he slammed back inside from behind, even deeper at this angle. The new pace was raw and filthy … skin slapping, his heavy balls swinging against my clit with every thrust.

“Fuck … Dominic…”

“That’s it. Say my name while I ruin this tight little cunt.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, rough circles while he pounded into me. The dual sensation ripped the orgasm out of me without warning. I came hard, crying out against the counter, walls spasming around his cock. He fucked me straight through it, dragging the pleasure out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

He didn’t stop.

He pulled out again, turned me to face him, and lifted me completely off the counter. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me a few steps to the living-room wall and pinned me there. Gravity made every thrust deeper. He buried his face in my neck, biting down as he drove up into me over and over.

“You feel that?” he rasped. “That’s what happens when you keep pushing a man who shouldn’t want you. I tried to stay away. I tried to be better. Now I’m going to fill this pussy until you can’t walk straight.”

I clung to him, moaning with every thrust, completely lost in the brutal rhythm. Sweat slicked both our skin. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pumping in and out of me was the only thing that existed.

He was getting close … I could feel it in the way his rhythm turned erratic, the way his grip on my ass tightened almost painfully.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he warned, voice wrecked. “Tell me to pull out right now or I’m not stopping.”

“Don’t you dare pull out….”

He groaned like the words broke something in him and thrust even harder, chasing his release.

That was when the front door opened.

Maya stood frozen in the entryway, keys still in her hand, Jason’s car idling faintly outside.

Her eyes took in the scene in one devastating second: me pinned to the wall, legs wrapped around her father’s waist, clothes shoved up, and Dominic’s thick cock visibly sliding in and out of me in deep, wet strokes.

Maya’s bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a dull, final thud.