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I slept in his bed.Morning came without Grant in it. Trent was already awake, thumb on his phone, the marks on my chest darkening into something a blouse would have to argue with. He looked at me like the deal had survived the night.“Kitchen,” he said. “Coffee. No robe.”I went naked down the hall of my husband’s house. The tile was cold. The family photo on the fridge watched me fill the kettle. Trent came in behind me in shorts and put his mouth on the bite on my neck while the water heated. His hand slid between my thighs from behind and found me wet, still sloppy from last night.“That’s how you make coffee now,” he muttered against my skin. “Dripping in his kitchen.”He turned me to the counter. He went to his knees on the floor where I had stood for two months pretending I only wanted water, and he put his mouth on my cunt with my palms flat on Grant’s granite. He ate me there, slow, filthy, until my legs shook and I came on his tongue with the kettle clicking off like an alar

I was already wet when I wrapped my hand around the doorknob to my uncle’s room.Not from a boy. Not from the party Elara kept promising would ruin me before college. From him. From two years of coming on my own fingers to a night he was never supposed to know I saw — and from the filthy little lie I was telling myself in the hallway: I only wanted a pair of his boxers. Something he had worn against that cock. Something I could take back to my bed and fuck myself with until I forgot I was not allowed to want my mother’s brother.I didn’t knock.The door wasn’t even fully closed. I pushed it with two fingers and the smell hit me first—soap, skin, the faint clean sweat of a man who had been traveling all day and hadn’t bothered with a shirt yet. Then I saw him.Lucas. My mother’s brother. Elara’s father. Sprawled on his back in the middle of the bed like he owned the dark. Upper body bare, chest rising, briefs shoved down to his knees. His fist was wrapped around himself, stroking slow

He did not rush the bed.He stood at the foot of it and looked at me like he was taking inventory of something he had already decided to wreck. My shirt was on the floor. My knees were open. I could feel how wet I was against his sheets, how obvious. Down the hall Elara’s music thumped through the wall—some bright stupid song she always played while she texted her girlfriend—and the fact that she was that close made my cunt clench around nothing.Lucas’s jaw ticked once.“You don’t make a sound,” he said, “unless I tell you that you can. Or unless that mouth is wrapped around my cock. Nod if you understand.”I nodded.He put one knee on the mattress. The bed dipped. His hand came down beside my hip, then the other, caging me in without touching me yet. Water from the shower still clung to his chest and dropped onto my stomach. He watched the drop run toward my navel like it belonged to him.Then his thumb found my nipple.He didn’t pinch. He dragged the pad of it across the tight peak

I should have said my name when he put his hands on my ass in the dark.I didn’t. I pushed back onto them instead, sleep shorts shoved aside, my sister’s husband’s wedding band cold against my clit, two fingers already buried in the wrong cunt — and I let him call me baby and tell me I never got this wet in their bed, because for one filthy minute I wanted to be the wife he thought he was fingering.The kitchen was black on purpose. I had not touched a switch. Light would have made me a guest in Tessa’s house. Dark made me the mistake we had already made once, three years ago, against this same counter.Sleep shorts. No panties. A tank that had ridden up when I reached for a glass. I told myself I only wanted water. I had been telling myself clean things all day — the spare key, the master’s program, rent I could not cover without crawling back under their roof.I never heard him.Grant’s chest hit my back. His mouth opened on the side of my throat. He was already hard, the thick line

The kitchen was dark again. I made it that way.I stood where he had found me last night, sleep shorts on because he had told me to, nothing underneath, the counter edge cutting my palms. The house still smelled like Tessa’s lunch. Her container sat in the sink. Her lipstick was on a glass by the stove. I stared at that pink mark and did not move when Grant’s body hit mine from behind.No mistake this time. His hands knew the height of me. His mouth opened on my throat and said the right name into my skin.“Sloane.”He yanked the shorts down to my thighs and left them there, a useless band that kept my legs from opening all the way. Two fingers shoved into me without asking. I was filthy from the morning — his mouth, his cum rubbed into me, the dress I had sat in across from my sister — and he felt all of it.“You ate her food with this dripping under the table.” He pumped his fingers, wet and loud. “You let her kiss my mouth after I’d had yours on my cock.”“Grant—”“Counter. Hands f