LOGINPOV: Lyda..I ran a bath, sinking into water that was too hot, trying to wash away the weird feeling that had settled in my chest after seeing my mom and Richard fucking.The image of Richard's cock surged in my mind again, making my pussy clench, but I fought the urge to finger myself to the nasty thought. After I got dressed, I stepped into the hallway. I was heading toward the stairs when someone came around the corner. We collided hard, and I stumbled back, almost falling down before strong hands caught my arms, steadying me."Sorry," a voice said.I looked up and froze. It was Richard.“Be careful next time, baby.” He smiled.My brain stuttered. "Ummm. Sure… I will.”Before I could say anything else, footsteps echoed from downstairs. Mom's voice drifted up, saying something about being late."I should go," Richard said. "Told your mom I'd walk her out to the car."He moved past me, and I caught the smell of sweat and cologne.He stopped at the top of the stairs, looking back
POV: Lyda.."Lyda, I hope you like salmon," Richard said, passing me a plate. "Your mother mentioned it was one of your favorites."Of course she did.The fact that she'd been having conversations about me with her new man made something twist in my stomach. My eyes darted around the wide dining room for a while to distract myself. It was screaming luxury. I glanced at Mom, who was watching me with this pleading expression, like she wanted me to play nice, to pretend everything was fine."It's okay," I said, taking the plate.Richard smiled like I'd just made his whole day. "We're so glad you're here, both of you. This house has been too quiet for too long."I didn't respond, just cut into the salmon. It was perfectly cooked, which somehow made me angrier. Of course, everything in this place was perfect."I know this is a big change," Richard continued, his voice too cheerful. "But I want you to think of this as your home now. Anything you need, just ask.""What I need is to go bac
POV: Lyda.."You didn't even tell me you got married!"Mom set her fork down slowly, like she was buying time to come up with some excuse that would make this all okay. It wouldn't work. Nothing could ever make this okay."Lyda, I was going to tell you—""When? After we moved into his house? After you erased every trace of Dad from our lives?" My voice cracked on the last word, and I hated myself for it. I didn't want to cry in front of her. "Your father has been gone for two years—""So that makes it fine?" I pushed my plate away, the chicken and rice she'd made suddenly making me sick. "Two years and you're already replacing him? Moving us into some stranger's mansion like Dad never existed?""Richard is not a stranger... and I'm not replacing anyone." Mom's jaw tightened the way it always did when she was trying not to lose her temper. "You're eighteen. You don't understand—""I understand that you didn't even invite me to your own wedding." The words came out mean, exactly how
POV: Lara..He didn’t rush, he acted like we had to whole time in the world. Meanwhile, we were in the damn supply closet in our office, where we could get caught any second from now. He swiped his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, savoring it, letting me feel every stroke. Then he focused on my clit, his lips closed around it, sucking slowly while his tongue rolled circles around the swollen bud. The pleasure built gradually, layer by layer, until my hips started rocking forward in helpless movements, chasing his mouth."You taste so fucking good, like you were made to be eaten out. Spread wider for me, let me get my tongue deeper," he murmured, as he pushed his tongue inside me, fucking in and out in steady thrusts, lapping at my walls while his nose nudged my clit.I tangled my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, guiding him as he alternated between tonguing my hole and sucking my clit, the sensation making my legs shake as he slid two fingers inside me without w
POV: Lara..The office hummed with the familiar chatter of keyboards clacking and phones ringing softly in the background as I made my way to the conference room for the weekly team meeting. My clit was tender and still sensitive, brushing against the lace of my panties with every step, reminding me constantly how close I’d been to cuming twice.I greeted the partners who were already seated around the long, polished table, their faces buried in notes and laptops. I quickly picked a seat near the end, as far from the door as I could get, telling myself that if I just stayed quiet and focused, maybe Marcus wouldn’t notice me today, maybe I could pretend the last twenty-four hours hadn’t happened.But he noticed.He walked in wearing a black suit that fit him like it had been tailored to remind me exactly how broad his shoulders were, how solid his chest looked under the white shirt.His dark hair was a little messy, like he’d been running his fingers through it while thinking about
POV: Lara..I shoved Marcus hard, my palms stinging from the force. My hands shook as I yanked my soaked panties up my thighs. They clung unbearably to my dripping pussy, the fabric sticking to my folds. I could still feel my walls pulsing, throbbing, like they were pissed off from being left hanging. “This never happened,” I hissed, fumbling with the buttons of my blouse with trembling fingers. “Stay the fuck away from me, Marcus. I swear to God—”The elevator dinged open. I didn’t wait for his reply. I practically ran out, thighs slippery, my cheeks on fire, my pussy still aching from his fingers.I spotted Alex’s car at the curb and practically threw myself inside. He leaned over the second I shut the door, kissing my cheeks. “Babe, I was so worried. The power outage had me stressing. Are you okay?”His voice was all worry and warmth, his hazel eyes scanning my face. He looked so… normal. Why did he always have to be sweet? Guilt slammed into me hard. I could still feel Marcus







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