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**Lily’s POV**Mark had only been gone a minute.I was still bent over the edge of the bed, sleep shorts tangled around one ankle, ass stinging with the clear shape of his handprints, his cum slowly leaking down my inner thigh. The laptop screen still glowed with the paused audio file of Ethan’s voice. My legs wouldn’t hold me properly yet.The door opened again without a knock.I turned my head.Ethan stood in the doorway.He took in everything in one long, terrible second—my position, the red marks on my ass, the wet shine of his father’s cum between my legs, the flash drive still plugged into the laptop, the unmistakable smell of sex in the room. His expression went from confusion to understanding to something cold and furious so fast it made my stomach drop.Mark hadn’t fully left the hallway. He stepped back into view behind Ethan, sweatpants still low on his hips, expression unreadable.No one spoke.The silence was worse than shouting.Ethan stared at me, then at his father, th

**Lily’s POV**The house was empty by mid-morning.Mom had taken Kara to campus again for a final group meeting. Mark’s car was gone when I first checked the driveway, but the office door upstairs was open and the faint sound of his voice on a call drifted down the hall. Ethan found me in the kitchen before I could decide whether to go back to my room or stay.He didn’t speak at first. He just took my wrist and led me upstairs to his bedroom, the same room where the original flash drive had lived, the same bed I had hidden under months ago. He locked the door, backed me against it, and kissed me like the interrupted moment from the day before was still burning under his skin.“On your knees.”I dropped.Ethan shoved his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—already hard, thick, the full nine inches I remembered too well. I wrapped my hand around the base and took him into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper when his fingers threaded into my hair. He groaned low and controlled, hips r

**Lily’s POV** Dinner that night felt like a performance none of us had rehearsed. Mom had cooked something simple and comforting—roast chicken, rice, green beans. Kara talked the entire time about her last advisor meeting and the group project that was finally done. I smiled when I was supposed to, passed dishes when asked, and kept my eyes on my plate longer than necessary. Every shift in my chair reminded me of the morning: Ethan’s cock in my pussy, Mark’s in my ass, the new rules still warm under my skin. Ethan sat across from me. He looked ordinary. Calm. Like he hadn’t spent the late morning buried inside me while his father took me from behind. Mark occupied the head of the table the way he always did, steady and unreadable, the same man who had locked the bedroom door and told me who I was allowed to open my legs for. The conversation stayed light until the plates were nearly empty. Mark set his fork down, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and glanced around the table like he

****Lily’s POV**They started arriving just after noon.First came the black SUV with Uncle Frank behind the wheel and Aunt Clara in the passenger seat, spine straight, expression already judgmental. Rachel climbed out of the back with a small suitcase and the same sharp eyes that had almost caught me weeks earlier. Mom greeted them on the front steps with the warm hostess smile she used for every family gathering. I stood slightly behind her, scarf unnecessary now that we were home, and felt the old tension slide straight back under my skin.Frank’s gaze found me over Mom’s shoulder and held for half a second too long before he looked away and accepted the welcome hug. Clara’s embrace for me was brief and cool.“You look… settled,” she said.“I am.”Rachel simply nodded once, already scanning the house like she expected to find evidence of everything she suspected.The next cars brought the rest.Uncle Leo and Uncle Martins arrived together, quiet and heavy in the way I remembered.

****Lily’s POV**The laundry room sat at the back of the house, half a level down from the main hallway, far enough from the living-room noise that the reunion felt muffled. I had been sent for the last stack of clean towels before the evening barbecue. The dryer was still running its final cycle, the low hum covering smaller sounds.I never heard him come in.Ethan closed the door behind him, turned the lock, and had me against the washing machine before I could speak. His mouth was hard, jealous, full of every look the cousins had given me since they arrived and every second he had spent watching them do it. One hand shoved my dress up to my waist. The other yanked my underwear down just far enough.“You let them touch you again,” he said against my lips. Not a question.I didn’t deny it. His fingers slid between my legs and found the evidence—still slick from Daniel and Marcus in the closet only hours earlier. Ethan made a low, angry sound and pushed two fingers inside me roughly.