CHAPTER 007- Does she suspect us?

Chloe was acting weird all day.

Not enough that anyone else would’ve noticed. Just little things. The way she looked at me a second too long when I came downstairs for coffee. The way she asked if I’d slept okay, eyes flicking to the guest room door. The way she kept finding reasons to stay in the living room instead of going out like she usually did.

I tried to act normal. Sat on the couch with my legs crossed, phone in my hand, pretending to scroll. But every time Elias walked through the room my whole body went tight. He barely looked at me. Just refilled his coffee, said something to Chloe about work, and left again. Like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t been buried inside me twelve hours ago with his hand over my mouth.

By the afternoon the tension was so thick I could barely breathe.

Chloe stretched out on the other end of the couch and nudged my foot with hers. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Just tired.”

“You sure?” Her voice was light but her eyes weren’t. “You’ve been different since you got here.”

My stomach dropped. “Different how?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Distracted. And you keep looking at my dad weird.”

I forced a laugh that sounded wrong even to me. “What? No I don’t.”

She stared at me for another second, then smiled like she was letting it go. But I saw it. The little flicker of suspicion she was choosing not to push.

Yet.

That night I left the door unlocked anyway.

I told myself I wouldn’t. Told myself it was too risky now. But when the house went quiet and I heard Chloe’s bedroom door shut, I still left it open. Heart slamming. Thighs already pressed together.

He came later than usual.

When the door finally opened he didn’t speak. Just locked it, walked over, and yanked the covers off me. I was already naked underneath. He looked down at me for a long second, jaw tight.

“She’s suspicious,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

“And you’re still leaving the door open.”

“I know.”

He exhaled hard through his nose, then shoved his pants down. No slow build tonight. He grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled me up onto my knees. The second the head of his cock nudged against me I pushed back.

He sank in deep in one thrust. I bit the pillow hard.

He fucked me like he was angry about it. Hard, deep strokes that made the bed frame creak no matter how careful we tried to be. One hand wrapped in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust pushed a soft, broken sound out of me that I tried to swallow.

“You like this,” he muttered against my ear, voice rough. “Sneaking around under my daughter’s roof. Taking her dad’s cock while she’s right down the hall.”

I nodded into the pillow, eyes watering.

He reached under me and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles while he pounded into me. The dual pressure was too much. I came fast, shaking, stuffing the pillow against my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out. He kept going, fucking me through it, chasing his own.

When he came it was with a low, strained sound against the back of my neck, hips grinding deep like he was trying to pump every drop as far inside me as possible. I felt it — hot, thick, filling me up while my pussy still clenched around him.

He stayed buried for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slow. I felt the immediate warm leak of his cum down my thigh.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just watched it drip.

Then he leaned down, voice low and dangerous right next to my ear.

“If she finds out, I’m not stopping. I’ll keep fucking you right in front of her if I have to. You understand me?”

My stomach flipped hard. I nodded.

He stood, fixed his clothes, and paused at the door.

“Same time tomorrow. And Riley…”

I looked back at him over my shoulder, still on my knees, his cum slowly running down my leg.

“Next time she asks why you’ve been different, you better lie better.”

Then he left.

I stayed like that for a long time after, face in the pillow, heart still racing, the threat of his words sitting heavier than the mess between my thighs.