FAZER LOGINLucyโs povWe didnโt make it to the bed at first.He backed me against the wall hard enough that the breath left my lungs in a soft rush. His mouth latched onto my throat, open and wet, sucking at the pulse there while his hands finally mapped every part of me he had been watching all day. Big palms dragged down my sides, over the curve of my waist, then up to cup my tits and squeeze. His thumbs rubbed rough circles over my nipples until they ached and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole house to hear.My fingers dug into his shirt first, twisting the fabric, then dropped to his belt because I needed skin. I yanked the leather open and got the button of his slacks undone while he bit down on the side of my neck hard enough to leave a mark. Every sound we made stayed carefully swallowed. My mother was still in the shower down the hall. The water was still running. That thin wall of noise was the only thing keeping us from getting caug
Lucyโs povHe crossed the room in three strides. Still didnโt touch me.โThis is wrong,โ he said, voice low and rough like it cost him to get the words out.โI know.โMy answer was barely a whisper. I didnโt step back. I stayed right there naked and wet and aching while he stopped a foot away from me, close enough that the heat of his body licked over my bare skin. My nipples were so tight they hurt. Every breath made them brush the air between us and I watched his eyes drop to them before he forced them back up to my face.The age gap sat between us like a live wire, my twenty, him almost twice that, newly married to my mother only hours ago. Everything about this was forbidden. Everything about this should have made me grab the towel and shove him out the door. Instead my cunt throbbed harder and my thighs felt slicker and I couldnโt make myself move away.โSheโs in the shower,โ I said, because someone had to say it. โRight down the hall. She could turn the water off any second and
Lucyโs povDavidโs hand was already on the doorknob, ready to close it, but he didnโt. He just stood there with his fingers wrapped around the metal like he was giving me one last chance to tell him to get the fuck out. I didnโt cover myself. I simply stared back at him, chest rising and falling hard, nipples tight and wet from the shower, the forbidden weight of the entire day pressing down on both of us until it felt hard to breathe. I am twenty years old. His new wifeโs daughter. One house. One day. And here I was naked and dripping in the middle of the room while my mother showered down the hall.He stepped inside and shut the door quietly. The soft click sounded too loud in the silence. The air between us was thick enough to choke on. He hasn't touched me yet. He just looked, slow, deliberate, hungry and I let him. My skin prickled under that stare. Water still ran down between my breasts and over my stomach, one thin trail sliding all the way to the trimmed hair between my legs
Lucyโs povI escaped to the room they had given me before the air in the living room could get any thicker. My heart hammered so hard I felt it in my throat and between my legs at the same time. I shut the door, leaned against it, and tried to breathe like a normal person. It didnโt work. My skin still burned where his eyes had dragged over me. The crotch of my jeans was a lost cause, soaked through and sticky, and every step I took made the wet fabric rub my clit until I wanted to scream.I stripped everything off and stepped into the shower without waiting for the water to warm up all the way. Cold spray hit my nipples and made them tighten even harder. I washed fast, rough, like I could scrub the filthy thoughts out of my head. It only made them worse. I kept seeing the thick outline in his slacks, the way his jaw had flexed when I stayed bent over that shelf. My fingers slid between my legs before I could stop them, circling my swollen clit twice, three times, enough to make my
Lucyโs povWe drove back to the old house in near silence. My mother sat up front beside him like she had already forgotten I existed, one hand resting on his thigh like it belonged there. I stayed in the back seat staring out the window and trying not to look at the way his big hand covered hers. The only sounds were the engine and the soft slide of her fingers against the fabric of his pants. My jaw ached from clenching it so hard.Packing the remaining boxes took under an hour because none of us wanted to stay in that place any longer than we had to. I shoved clothes and books and random shit into boxes without sorting anything while he carried the heavy ones out to the cars like it cost him nothing. Every time he passed close I caught the clean scent of his cologne and my stomach flipped. My mother kept humming under her breath, happy as hell, until the last box was loaded and we were following his black car across the city.The neighborhood was quiet and expensive, the kind o
Lucyโs povI pulled my phone out the second I cleared the doorway and called her. It rang and rang and then went straight to voicemail like she had already decided I didnโt matter enough to answer.โPick up, damn it,โ I muttered under my breath, thumb already jabbing the call button again. Same thing. Just the empty tone and the low murmur of the crowd ahead of me.I shoved the phone back into my pocket and slipped into a seat near the back before anyone could look at me too long. The ceremony was already underway. Soft music. Soft lights. My mother stood at the front in a simple white gown that hugged every curve she still had, smiling like she had just won the biggest prize of her life. Her hair was done up soft and pretty and she looked happier than I had seen her in years. That smile made my teeth clench.Then my eyes found the man standing beside her.Tall. The dark suit cut close enough to show the hard lines of his shoulders and chest. A little silver at the temples that someho







