Now go to your room, Steph.
I need to go deal with…
He trailed off, eyes flicking upstairs toward the master bedroom.
The shower was still running—Mom humming some off-key tune over the water noise.
His jaw ticked.
He looked back at me—still naked, legs shaky, necklace glinting between my t**s, p***y still throbbing from the way he’d been grinding against me thirty seconds ago.
“Be a good girl,” he said quietly.
Voice low and gentle.
My mood shattered instantly.
Like someone yanked the plug on every filthy, hopeful thing I’d been feeling.
One second I was about to be disvirgined—finally—pinned against the pool edge, his c**k finally sliding in deep while the rain hid our sounds.
The next?
Mom’s footsteps.
Mom’s voice.
Mom existing.
Again.
I felt my l
