“Don’t look so guilty,” James said, pulling her against him.
“I should go,” she whispered. He didn’t grab her hard. He just caught her wrist, warm and sure. “Lexie. Look at me,” he said. She looked up. His eyes were steady. He waited, giving her space to pull away. She did not pull away. “Do you want to stop?” he asked. Her lips parted. A long second passed. The word yes sat on her tongue and would not move. She swallowed. “I… don’t know,” she said, honest and shaking. She eased to her side and pulled the sheet up to her chest. The scent of the room returned. So did the guilt. She pressed the heel of her hand to her eyes. A tear slipped anyway. James slid his palm over her belly. “You okay?” he asked. She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again. “I don’t know,” she said, voice hoarse. “I feel… wrong. And I feel… good. I hate that I feel good.” He didn’t try to answer that. He reached for the fallen towel and wiped a stray line of sweat from her shoulder. He tucked a pillow under her head. “Drink?” he asked. She nodded. He crossed to the dresser, found a small bottle of water, cracked the seal, and brought it to her lips. She took small sips. Her throat thanked her. Her heart did not. “My dad,” she whispered. “This is his bed.” “I know,” James said. “We’ll change the sheets.” He waited. “Say the word, and this ends here.” She stared at the water bottle cap, turning it between her fingers. The truth sat heavy and clear. “I don’t think it ends here,” she said, barely audible. He didn’t gloat. He just brushed a wet lock of hair from her cheek. “We’ll take it day by day.” Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She flinched like it burned her. The screen lit her face: Kira. Three unread messages. Where are you? We need to talk. Please answer me. Her stomach fell. She set the phone face down. “I can’t,” she said. “You don’t have to answer now,” James said. “You choose when.” Lexie pulled the sheet tighter. “I did this,” she said. “That’s the problem.” How could she face Kira after sleeping with her dad? Though she had done the same, Lexie felt like she had no right to be mad at Kira anymore, and that threatened her sanity. James sat on the edge of the bed and laced his fingers with hers. “That’s also the truth,” he said. “Tell yourself the truth. Then decide what comes next.” Her chest ached. The ache was not only guilt. It was want, and fear, and something like relief. She had stepped over a line, and now the world on the other side was real. She slid her hand free and pushed herself up to sitting. “I need a shower,” she said. He nodded and stood. “I’ll wait outside the door,” he said. “If you want me to.” She hesitated. “Okay,” she said. She showered quickly. The water was hot and loud. It could not rinse the need from her skin, but it calmed her shaking. When she turned the water off, the house felt too quiet. A clean T-shirt hung on the back of the bedroom chair. Her father’s. She pulled it over her head. It fell to mid-thigh. The scent made her throat close. She pressed her palm to the place over her heart and stood very still until the tightness eased. When she opened the door, James was there in the hallway, dressed now, hair still damp. He searched her face. “I’m okay,” she said, and almost believed it. He nodded. “I’ll be at your dad’s study,” he said. “Text if you need anything. Or if you don’t.” He winked. “I’ll still come.” She huffed a weak laugh despite herself. “Don’t,” she said. “I’m serious.” “I know,” he said. “Me too.” He stepped back, giving her space. “Rest.” She watched him go. She listened to the soft footfalls, the study door opening, closing. The house was itself again. Except it wasn’t. Lexie crossed to the bed and started stripping the sheets. It felt like work and penance in one. She packed the bundle into the laundry basket and stood there, breathing hard for no reason, her shoulders dropped. Her phone buzzed again. Kira: Please. Talk to me. She typed: Not now. Then deleted it. She typed: We’ll talk tomorrow. Deleted that too. She put the phone down and crawled under a fresh blanket, still wearing the oversized T-shirt. She lay on her side and watched the doorknob as if it might turn. Her body remembered everything. The curve of his hands. The steady way he set the pace. The way he asked if she wanted to stop. The way she didn’t. She closed her eyes and whispered into the dark, “What have I done?” There was no answer. Only the sound of the house settling. Only the soft thud of her own heart, still not sure if it was beating from shame or from wanting more. She slept in pieces. When she woke early that evening, the bedroom smelled like clean cotton and steam. The guilt was there. So was the pull. She sat up and pressed her palms to her eyes. Tell yourself the truth, he had said. The truth was simple and heavy: she wanted him, and she hated that she wanted him. Both things were true at once. She would have to live with both. Her phone glowed on the nightstand. One new message. Not Kira this time. James: Would you come down for dinner? Or should I leave it outside your door? She stared for a long time. Then typed back, fingers slow: Outside outside. Please. James: On my way.The rain came in gentle threads that night, tapping against Jenna’s kitchen window as if reminding her of how quiet her house had become. The old clock ticked louder than usual, echoing off the walls that once knew laughter and warmth. Now, there was only the soft hum of her thoughts and the ache of solitude. She had been widowed for three years. Three years of polite smiles to the world, of telling everyone she was fine, that time had dulled the edges of her grief. But it hadn’t. It had only buried the ache deeper, beneath a calm, practiced voice. Then he came back. Evan. The boy who used to mow her lawn and chase her dog around the yard. The boy with shy smiles and summer-tanned skin. Only he wasn’t a boy anymore. When Jenna opened her front door that afternoon and found him standing there—broad-shouldered, taller, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing the world now saw him as a man—something in her chest shifted. Something warm and frightening all at once. “Mrs.
Lara gagged as both men thrust deep, her throat stretched to the limit. Niall held her hair tight in his fist, guiding her pace, while Richard braced her head still and fucked her face harder.Her muffled moans vibrated around them, saliva soaking her chin, dripping down her breasts.Richard’s voice was a rough snarl above her. “You’re going to swallow every drop, slut. Both of us.”Niall groaned, head tipping back. “Fuck—Lara, I’m so close—”They rammed into her mouth in jagged rhythm until, suddenly, Richard stiffened with a deep grunt. Hot ropes of cum shot down her throat. A heartbeat later, Niall groaned her name, filling her mouth too, the two streams mixing, overwhelming.Her eyes watered. She tried to swallow but it spilled past her lips, thick and messy, coating her chin and dripping onto her breasts.Richard smirked, pulling his cock free and smearing the last drops over her lips. “Good girl. You took both of us.”Niall dropped to his knees, wiping her mouth tenderly, though
The red room door swung open, and Niall froze mid-motion. He had one of the women still trembling against the chains when Richard Blackwell entered, Lara clinging to his arm.The two women in red looked at each other, exchanged sly smiles, and slipped out quickly without a word almost as if they had expected this. The air thickened the moment the door closed.Now it was just the three of them.Richard’s gaze swept over Niall, shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, and then down to Lara, her lips still swollen from their rooftop kiss. He smirked, one hand possessively stroking her hip.“Your husband knows,” Richard said, his voice smooth and commanding. “And he wants this as much as you do.”Lara’s heart raced. She glanced at Niall, but instead of anger, she saw hunger blazing in his eyes.“I only want one thing,” Richard continued, his dark gaze fixed on her. “If I’m to have you both tonight, you give me control. No questions. No hesitation.”Niall’s jaw clenched, but he stepped forw
Richard groaned low in his throat as Lara worked him deeper, her lips stretched around his thick cock, spit running down her chin. He tugged her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, his length filling her mouth.“Fuck…look at you,” he growled thrusting slow and deep, watching her choke and moan around him. “You love this. You love being on your knees for me.”Lara whimpered nodding faintly with her mouth full, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself. She sucked harder her tongue tracing every vein eager to please.Blackwell yanked her back suddenly his cock slipping free with a wet pop. He smirked at the sight of her swollen lips and messy chin. “Good girl,” he rasped thumb wiping her spit only to smear it across her cheek. “Now turn around. Bend over the edge.”Her pulse raced as she obeyed pressing her palms against the cold rooftop ledge arching her back. Her dress rode up, exposing her ass to the night air. She shivered, half from the chill, h
Richard groaned low in his throat as Lara worked him deeper, her lips stretched around his thick cock, spit running down her chin. He tugged her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, his length filling her mouth. “Fuck…look at you,” he growled thrusting slow and deep, watching her choke and moan around him. “You love this. You love being on your knees for me.” Lara whimpered nodding faintly with her mouth full, her hands gripping his thighs to steady herself. She sucked harder her tongue tracing every vein eager to please. Blackwell yanked her back suddenly his cock slipping free with a wet pop. He smirked at the sight of her swollen lips and messy chin. “Good girl,” he rasped thumb wiping her spit only to smear it across her cheek. “Now turn around. Bend over the edge.” Her pulse raced as she obeyed pressing her palms against the cold rooftop ledge arching her back. Her dress rode up, exposing her ass to the night air. She shivered, half from the c
The rooftop air was sharp and cool, but Lara’s body burned as Richard pressed her against the wall. The city stretched around them, lights, noise, strangers below but all she could hear was his low breath against her ear.Richard kissed her like a starved man, devouring her mouth with teeth and tongue until she moaned against him. His hands didn’t ask permission they claimed. One gripped her jaw, angling her face to kiss her deeper, the other slid under her dress, dragging the fabric up inch by inch until the night air kissed her bare thighs.Her protest died when he pressed his body fully against hers. Hard muscle the insistent bulge between them. The promise of what was coming.“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to ruin you?” he rasped lips brushing her cheek. “Right here, where anyone could hear you scream?”Before she could answer, his hand slipped between her legs, fingers stroking her pussy until her knees weakened. She whimpered clutching at his shoulders, shame and want twistin