(Marcus’s POV)That night, after Bianca had finally gone to bed, the house settled into that heavy, expectant silence I had come to crave. I waited in the dark of our bedroom, listening to her breathing even out into the steady rhythm of sleep. She had been affectionate earlier, kissing me goodnight, her hand lingering on my chest, but my mind had already been upstairs, with Beverley. The jealousy I’d sensed from her earlier, the way she’d been quiet at dinner, the flushed cheeks when her phone buzzed during the girls’ day… it all needed managing. I slipped out of bed carefully, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants, my cock already stirring at the thought of what was waiting for me down the hall.The floorboards creaked faintly under my weight as I moved through the hallway, but I knew every spot to avoid. Living here had taught me the map of this house’s secrets. I paused outside Beverley’s door, heart pounding with that familiar mix of adrenaline and lust. This was risky, Bianca c
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