Lila POV
The house smelled like Mom’s pasta sauce and domestic bullshit. Richard was laughing at something on the TV in the living room while Mom set the table like we were one big happy family. I could hear Damon’s shower running upstairs.
My body still hummed from the basement. His c*m had dried on my skin under my dress. I was sore, sticky, and already aching for more.
I waited until dinner was almost ready, then slipped upstairs.
The bathroom door was unlocked. Steam rolled out when I pushed it open. Damon stood under the spray, back to me, water cascading over his broad shoulders and down the hard lines of his ass. My mouth went dry.
I locked the door, stripped in seconds, and stepped in behind him.
He didn’t flinch. He knew it was me.
“Parents are right downstairs,” he said, v
