Callie's POV
My heart hammered in my chest as I stood frozen at the kitchen counter, the cool edge still pressing into my palms.
Dominic had just pulled out of me, his c**k slick and throbbing from our frantic f**k, and I'd barely straightened my skirt when I heard footsteps on the stairs.
Mara's footsteps. Oh God, she must have seen us, me bent over slightly, my ass arched just enough for him to thrust deep into my p***y from behind, his hands gripping my hips like he owned me.
The way he'd pounded into me, quiet grunts escaping his lips, my own muffled moans barely contained. We were so reckless, right there in the open kitchen, thinking the house was empty enough.
I forced my face into a neutral mask, wiping a strand of hair from my sweaty forehead, but inside, panic clawed at
