All Chapters of But Stepfamily shouldn’t know, How you taste like : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

** **Lily’s POV** Morning light cut through the thin curtains of the guest room. I had barely slept. Marcus’s fingers were still vivid in my head—the way they had curled inside me in the dark kitchen, the wet sound, the way he licked them clean afterward like it was nothing. My body felt restless, oversensitive, the same constant ache that never fully left me in this house. I needed a shower. The upstairs hallway was quiet. Most of the family was still downstairs or in their own rooms. My step cousins shared the two rooms at the far end; My shower was faulty.... Jordan was downstairs already... I heard is voice talking to mom....so I sneak into his room entered his bathroom....closed the door , and stripped. The water ran hot down my body. I stood under it longer than necessary, letting it beat against my shoulders while my mind replayed the night before. Daniel’s mouth in the guest room. Marcus’s hand between my legs. The way both of them looked at me like they already knew the

****Lily’s POV**The devotion ended with the usual long amen and the soft shuffle of people rising from their knees.Aunt Clara immediately started giving instructions about lunch. Rachel took the baby. Mom moved toward the kitchen with the aunts. The uncles stayed seated a moment longer, careful not to look in my direction. The cousins scattered the way they always did—some toward the stairs, some toward the back of the house.I needed air.The scarf Rachel had forced on me still clung to my shoulders. I slipped it off the second I reached the side door and stepped out onto the narrow balcony that ran along the upper floor. The afternoon heat hit my skin. From up here I could still hear the muted voices of the family below, the clink of plates, Aunt Clara’s sharp tone carrying through an open window.I wasn’t alone for long.Daniel was already there, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his fingers. He glanced over when the door clicked shut behind me, then looked aw

****Lily’s POV**Rachel’s warning stayed under my skin the rest of the afternoon.I kept my head down, helped with the dishes, carried the baby when asked, and avoided looking at any of the cousins for longer than a second. It didn’t matter. Every time I moved I felt watched—sometimes by Rachel, sometimes by the quiet attention I refused to meet.Aunt Clara decided the guest linens needed changing before the naming ceremony. Fresh sheets, clean towels, everything folded and stacked just so. She assigned the job to me and Rachel, then got pulled away by one of the aunts about the caterer’s menu. Rachel lasted ten minutes before the baby started crying upstairs and she had to go.That left me alone in the laundry room with two baskets of warm sheets and the low hum of the dryer.The room was narrow, tucked behind the kitchen, with a single high window and the smell of detergent thick in the air. I worked in silence, folding fitted sheets the way Mom had taught me years ago, trying not

****Lily’s POV**Aunt Clara decided the centerpieces for the naming ceremony needed last-minute adjustment.The event centre was twenty minutes away. Someone had to drive over, speak to the decorator, and bring back the updated sample ribbons. Rachel was busy with the baby. Mom had a call with the caterer. The aunts were already arguing about seating charts in the living room.Aunt Clara’s eyes landed on me.“Lily. Go with Daniel. He knows the place. Don’t take long.”Daniel was already standing near the door with the car keys, expression unreadable. He didn’t look at me longer than was polite in front of the family. I nodded, grabbed the light cardigan Rachel insisted I wear over my dress, and followed him out to the black SUV parked in the driveway.Neither of us spoke until the gates closed behind us.Daniel drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. The air-conditioning hummed. I kept my eyes on the road, but my body already knew this wasn’t going to stay a

**Lily’s POV**Morning light felt sharper than usual.I came downstairs late on purpose, hair still damp from a careful shower, dress longer than I preferred because Rachel had left it on my bed with a pointed look. The scarf was already around my shoulders. I had scrubbed every trace of Jordan off my skin, but the deep, bruised ache between my legs remained—proof of the empty room, the wall, the way he had fucked me like he was owed it.The kitchen was already full.Aunt Clara directed traffic with a wooden spoon. Mom poured coffee. The aunts moved between stove and table. Rachel bounced the baby on her hip. The cousins filtered in one by one, taking seats at the long table like nothing in the world had happened after midnight. Daniel’s face was unreadable. Marcus drank his coffee in silence. Caleb buttered toast. Jordan sat at the far end and never once looked in my direction for longer than a second.I felt the uncles before I saw them properly.Uncle Frank stood near the doorway w