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Morning light filtered through the curtains but Lila barely noticed. She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes she felt Damons fingers between her legs. Heard his low voice promising things that made her ache. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower hoping hot water would wash away the shame and the need. Steam filled the bathroom as she stood under the spray letting it cascade over her full breasts and down her soft curves. Her hand trailed lower almost on its own. The bathroom door opened. Lila yelped and spun around. Damon stood there in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes raked over her naked body with raw hunger. Water droplets clung to her dark skin making her glow. “Damon what the hell,” she hissed grabbing for the shower curtain. He stepped inside and closed the glass door behind him. The space suddenly felt tiny. His broad shoulders blocked most of the light. “Heard the water running. Thought you might need help washing your back.” His towel dropped to the floor. Lila tried not to look but her eyes betrayed her. His cock stood thick and hard curving up toward his stomach. She swallowed hard. “Get out,” she whispered but her voice came out breathy. Damon crowded her against the tiled wall. Hot water poured over both of them now. “You dont want that.” One large hand cupped her breast weighing it. His thumb brushed the sensitive nipple and she shivered. “Your body is begging for me Lila.” He kissed her then. Deep and wet and consuming. Lila moaned into his mouth as his other hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs. Two fingers parted her folds finding her already slick. He groaned against her lips. “So ready for me again.” His fingers circled her clit with slow deliberate strokes. Lila gripped his shoulders nails digging in as pleasure sparked through her. The water made everything slippery and intense. She rocked against his hand chasing the release he had denied her last night. Damon dropped to his knees right there in the shower. Before she could protest his mouth was on her. Hot and hungry. His tongue licked a broad stripe up her center then flicked rapidly over her clit. “Oh god,” Lila gasped. Her head fell back against the tile. One of her hands tangled in his wet hair holding him there. He sucked her clit into his mouth while two fingers pushed inside her curling just right. The dual sensation had her thighs trembling. She bit her lip trying to stay quiet but little whimpers kept escaping. Damon ate her like a man starved growling against her pussy as he worked her closer and closer. Just as the coil in her belly tightened to the breaking point he pulled back. Lila cried out in frustration. “Damon please.” He stood up water streaming down his muscular body. His cock nudged against her stomach hard and insistent. “Not yet. I want you to think about this all day. How good my tongue felt. How much better my cock will feel when I finally bury it inside you.” He kissed her again letting her taste herself on his lips. Then he stepped out of the shower wrapped the towel back around his waist and left her there shaking and desperate. Lila finished her shower on shaky legs. By the time she got downstairs for breakfast her parents were already at the table chatting happily. Damon sat in his usual spot looking perfectly composed in a crisp shirt. Only the slight smirk when he saw her gave anything away. She sat down carefully. Her body still hummed with unmet need. Every shift in her chair reminded her how wet she still was. Their father clapped his hands. “Great news kids. Your mother and I are leaving for a weeklong trip starting tomorrow. Some second honeymoon thing. You two will have the house to yourselves.” Lila nearly choked on her coffee. A whole week alone with Damon. Damons eyes met hers across the table. Dark. Promising. “Dont worry Dad. Ill take good care of her.” The double meaning hit her like a spark to dry tinder. She pressed her thighs together under the table trying to ignore the fresh rush of heat. The rest of the day passed in a blur of tension. Damon had work calls but he found ways to torment her. A brush of his hand along her waist in the hallway. A whispered filthy promise when their parents werent looking. By evening Lila felt like she might explode. She retreated to her room after dinner intending to read or watch something anything to distract herself. But her mind kept drifting. To his mouth on her. To the way he had looked at her in the shower like he wanted to devour her whole. A knock sounded on her door. She opened it and there he was. Damon in sweatpants again no shirt. His eyes burned as they took her in. She wore a loose tank top and tiny sleep shorts that barely covered anything. “Parents are asleep,” he said stepping inside and locking the door. “Come here Lila.” She went to him almost against her will. He pulled her close and kissed her slow this time. Exploring. Savoring. His hands roamed over her curves squeezing her ass and pulling her against his hardness. Lila whimpered grinding against him. She could feel how much he wanted her. Damon walked her backward until her knees hit the bed. He laid her down gently then crawled over her. His mouth found her neck sucking a mark there while his hand slipped under her shorts. “No panties,” he groaned. “Naughty girl.” Fingers slid through her wetness teasing her entrance but not pushing in. Lila bucked her hips begging silently. He gave her what she needed circling her clit then dipping inside just a little. “Look at me,” he commanded. Their eyes locked as he fingered her deeper. Lila moaned softly trying to stay quiet. The pleasure built fast. She was so close already. Then the sound of footsteps in the hallway made them both freeze. Their mothers voice called softly. “Lila honey are you still up? I wanted to say goodnight before the trip.” Damons fingers stilled inside her. His eyes gleamed with wicked amusement even as Lila panicked. What would happen if her mother opened the door right now?Chapter 45Adrian found me in the kitchen after dinner.I was putting the last of the glasses away when he walked in and stopped beside me, close enough that I felt the shift in the air. He didn’t pretend it was an accident.“You’ve been quiet since I got here,” he said.“Just adjusting.”“To me?”I kept my hands busy. “To another person in the house.”He turned toward me, one hip against the counter. “Damon already warned you about me, didn’t he?”“He mentioned you.”“Let me guess. He said I make things complicated.” Adrian’s mouth curved, slow and unapologetic. “He’s not wrong. I do. Especially when something interesting is already happening under the same roof.”The way he looked at me left no room for polite misunderstanding. It was direct. Intentional. The kind of look that made my stomach pull tight.“I don’t know what you mean.”“Yes you do.” His voice stayed low, almost conversational. “You’ve been watching me the same way I’ve been watching you. Difference is, I’m not wasting
Chapter 44I heard the front door open before anyone called out.I was halfway down the stairs when I saw him.Adrian stood in the entryway with a black duffel bag at his feet, one hand still on the handle of a rolling suitcase. The late afternoon light cut across his face and for a second my brain simply stalled.He looked like Damon.Same sharp jaw. Same dark eyes. Same mouth that always seemed a second away from saying something cutting. But everything on him was… more. Broader shoulders under a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. A little taller. A little older. The kind of mature that made the resemblance feel dangerous instead of familiar. Where Damon was sharp and coiled, Adrian looked settled in his own skin—calm, confident, and somehow hotter for it.My stomach dropped hard.I wanted to fuck him.The thought arrived fully formed and shameless. No buildup. No denial. Just raw, immediate want that hit me so fast I had to grip the banister to keep from show
Chapter 43The house felt different the moment Adrian’s name entered it.By the second day after the announcement, Damon had gone quiet in a way Lila hadn’t seen before. He still spoke when spoken to. He still answered his father with short, polite replies. But something in him had locked down. He spent longer hours outside the house, came back later, and barely looked at anyone during meals. Even Sophia seemed to notice the shift. She watched him more carefully now, like she was recalculating.Lila caught him alone only once that afternoon, in the upstairs hallway after his father had left for a meeting.“You’re acting like someone’s dying,” she said under her breath.Damon didn’t slow his pace. “My brother is coming home. Close enough.”“That bad?”He stopped walking and turned just enough to look at her. The expression on his face was colder than usual, stripped of the usual heat that always lived between them.“Adrian doesn’t arrive quietly. He walks in, smiles at everyone, and st
Chapter 42 The announcement came during dinner, right after Damon’s father set down his wine glass. “I spoke to Adrian this morning,” he said, almost casually. “He’s flying back next week. He’ll be home for a while.” The table went quiet for half a second too long. Damon’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His expression didn’t change much—just a slight tightening around the eyes, a muscle jumping once in his jaw—but Lila felt the temperature at their end of the table drop. Sophia looked up with mild interest. “Adrian? Your brother?” Damon’s father nodded, smiling. “He’s been in London for almost two years. Work’s finally letting him take an extended break. I told him the guest room is his.” Lila watched Damon carefully. He set his fork down with deliberate calm. “How long is ‘a while’?” Damon asked. “A few months, at least. Maybe longer. It’ll be good to have both my sons under one roof again.” Damon didn’t answer. He reached for his water instead, took a slow drink, and s
Chapter 41Lila barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes she saw the red marks on Sophia’s hips, the bruise under Tyler’s jaw, the way his voice had cracked when he admitted what he’d done. He had fallen asleep eventually with his back to her, the space between them on the mattress feeling wider than the entire house. Lila stared at the ceiling until the first gray light of morning leaked through the curtains.She got up before anyone else and went downstairs for water. The house was still quiet. She stood at the kitchen sink drinking slowly, trying to force her thoughts into something useful.The side door to the garage opened.Damon stepped inside, already dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, hair still damp from a shower. He stopped when he saw her. For a second neither of them spoke. The air between them felt charged and familiar in the worst way.“You’re up early,” he said.“Couldn’t sleep.”He walked past her to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, and leaned against t
Chapter 40Lila stood in the kitchen long after Sophia left, the sound of the upstairs shower filling the silence. The red marks on Sophia’s hips kept replaying in her mind—four distinct fingerprints pressed into soft skin, already beginning to darken.She told herself it could be anything. A rough grip from Damon. An accident by the pool. Anything except the thing her gut already knew.Still, she went upstairs.The bathroom door was cracked. Steam drifted into the hallway. Tyler stood under the spray with both hands braced against the tiled wall, head down, water running over the tense line of his shoulders. He didn’t hear her until she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.He turned too fast. Water sluiced down his chest. For a second his expression was pure panic before he forced it into something softer.“Hey,” he said. “I was just—”“You okay?” Lila kept her voice even. “Sophia said you felt overheated.”Tyler’s throat worked. He shut the water off, grabbed a towel, and







