Lila’s POV
I was addicted now.
Every night Mom was away I slipped into Connor’s bedroom after the house went quiet. He’d be waiting—door cracked, lamp low—and I’d crawl into their marital bed like it belonged to me. He f****d me raw on Mom’s side of the sheets, deep and slow, whispering things that made my stomach twist and my cunt clench. I’d wake up the next morning with his c*m still leaking out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs while I sat at breakfast smiling at Mom like nothing was wrong.
I hated how much I craved it.
I hated the way my body started anticipating him—the way my n*****s tightened when I heard his footsteps in the hallway, the way my p***y got wet the second he looked at me across the dinner table.
But I kept going back.
Every single night.
Tonig
