Rick’s POV~
My blood turned to ice.
I was buried balls deep inside her, her legs folded back against her head, her body open and wrecked and mine, and my wife was standing right on the other side of that door.
"Rick? Baby… are you in there?"
Vanessa’s voice was thick, slurred, dragging like she was speaking through water, heavy with vodka and sleep. I heard her hand patting uselessly against the wood.
"Riiiick… c’mon… open uuup…" she whined, dragging the vowels out, sounding like a spoiled, drunk child. Her foot paddled weakly against the floor.
I should move. I should pull out. I should cover Elena up, hide her, pretend nothing is happening, pretend I haven’t been f*****g my stepdaughter like a crazed animal for the last hour. I should be terrified. I should be sick.
But then I lo
