The silence in the garage stretched thin and brittle as glass. Victoria stood in the doorway in her pale blue robe, hair slightly tousled from sleep, her eyes moving slowly between Elena and Marcus. The air smelled of motor oil, rain, and the unmistakable musk of s*x. Elena’s thighs were still slick with Marcus’s c*m. Her lips felt swollen. Her heart was trying to hammer its way out of her chest.
“Everything okay out here?” Victoria asked again, voice quiet but edged with something unreadable. “I heard noises. Thought maybe the generator was acting up again.”
Marcus recovered first, smooth as ever. He stepped slightly in front of Elena, shielding her. “Just checking the tires. The rain’s been brutal. Elena came out to help.”
Victoria’s gaze lingered on her daughter for a long moment. El
