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Corren’s POVThe kiss in the living room did not stay there.Sybil’s hand rested lightly against my chest when we separated, fingers gathering a small fold of my shirt. She did not step away. The question in her eyes was quiet and familiar, the same one that had passed between us across years of complicated distance and occasional return. I answered it by taking her hand and leading her down the short hallway toward the bedroom she kept ready.The room was dim, lit only by the low lamp near the far wall. She closed the door behind us with a soft click. For a moment we only stood looking at each other. There was none of the sharp, charged obedience I demanded elsewhere. What lived between us now was older—worn smooth by time, less urgent, but still capable of heat.I reached for her first.My hands found the buttons of her blouse and opened them one by one, slowly enough that I felt each small release of fabric. The material parted, revealing the plain, well-made lingerie she preferred

Corren’s POVI turned her onto her back and settled between her open thighs again.Sybil’s body was already marked by everything I had done to her—flushed skin, swollen lips, the insides of her thighs shiny with the thick mix of my cum and her own wetness. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. When her eyes met mine they were dark and glassy, the look of a woman who had been fucked past the point of neat composure and was still being asked for more. I liked her like this. Soft. Open. Completely stripped of the careful control she wore in every other room of her life.My cock was hard again, heavier now, the shaft slick from her and from my own previous release. I took it in one hand and dragged the thick head through the mess between her legs, coating myself further, rubbing slowly over her sensitive clit until her hips twitched and a weak sound left her throat. I did not ask if she could take more. I simply lined myself up and pushed back into her in one long, continuous thrust

Ava’s POV“Are you already asleep?”Corren’s voice filled the room before I fully registered the shape of him in the doorway. I turned my head on the pillow, forcing my body to stay loose and heavy against the mattress, and looked at him through half-lowered lashes. The phone sat like a hard secret under the pillow beneath my cheek. Every muscle in my arm wanted to check that the screen was fully covered. I did not let it move.I made my face soft and tired. I let my mouth stay slightly parted, as if the day at school had drained me completely and sleep had already begun to pull me under. The performance felt thin from the inside. My heart was beating hard enough that I was half-convinced he could see it in my throat.He remained in the doorway for a moment, studying me. The late-afternoon light from the hallway cut across one side of his face and left the other in shadow. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to accept the version of me that was lying still on the bed.“Get down,” h

Ava’s POVAs I looked at his face, the recognition settled with an unpleasant clarity.It was Owen.Corren’s stepmother’s son. The knowledge arrived all at once, rearranging the vague sense of familiarity into something sharp and specific. I had not seen him in years, and even then only in passing at the edges of complicated family gatherings I was never fully part of. Time had made him taller and broader, but it had not softened the expression he wore. The same restless, spoilt edge was still there, only harder now.“Leave my hand alone,” I said again, pulling harder against his grip.His fingers only tightened for a second before he finally released me, more out of decision than obedience. He looked me up and down with open dislike.“What are you doing here?” he asked.Before I could answer, I felt Maya shift beside me. When I glanced at her, her face had changed. The easy openness from a moment earlier was gone, replaced by the tight recognition of someone who already knew exactly

Ava’s POV“Yes,” I said slowly.The word left my mouth before the rest of me had fully caught up to it. For a second it hung between us—soft, certain, and far more dangerous than I wanted to examine. Sebastian’s eyes stayed on mine. Something shifted in them at the sound of the answer, quieter and heavier than the almost-playful tension from a moment earlier.Then he kissed me again.This time it was slower. His mouth moved against mine with deliberate care, lips parting, tongue tracing the shape of my lower lip before sliding deeper. The kiss was not rushed. It was thorough, as if he had decided to take his time now that the answer was out in the open. My back met the wall behind me. One of his hands stayed tangled with mine; the other found the side of my waist and held me there. I kissed him back because there was no clean version of stopping left in me. The last of the careful distance I had been trying to keep collapsed the same way it had the first time.He licked my lips.The s