CHAPTER 6

AVA'S POV

It’s been almost five weeks.

Five weeks of being a complete slut behind Lisa’s back.

Five weeks of lying with a straight face while my body stays permanently sore in ways I can’t explain to anyone. Marcus fucks me whenever he wants. In his bed while she’s in the shower, one hand over my mouth so I don’t make noise. In the kitchen with my skirt shoved up around my waist and my palms flat on the counter he makes coffee on every morning. Once in the laundry room, bent over the washing machine, his hand clamped hard over my lips while Lisa watched TV in the next room. He doesn’t ask anymore. He just takes, and every single time I spread my legs for him like I’ve been trained to do it.

But it’s not only him.

I’m still fucking Ryan too.

Last Tuesday he pulled me into the same storage room at the café again and bent me over the metal shelves like he owned me. Two days ago he fingered me under the table in the library while we were supposedly studying, his fingers slick and rude inside me while people walked past. Afterward he made me suck his cock in the stairwell until my eyes watered and I had to swallow everything. He likes the risk. He likes knowing I’m also taking her dad’s cock and not giving him the details. It makes him rougher. Meaner. He leaves bruises on my hips that Marcus later presses his thumb into while he fucks me.

I should feel worse than I do.

Some nights the guilt sits so heavy on my chest I can barely sleep. Most of the time it just makes me wetter.

Today I’m at Lisa’s house after class. She thinks we’re studying for midterms. In reality Marcus had me on my knees in the garage twenty minutes before she got home. My throat still feels used and raw. I swallowed every drop like he told me to, then wiped my mouth and walked inside like nothing had happened. My jaw aches. My pussy is still slick and sore from both of them this week.

Now we’re sitting on the living room floor with textbooks open between us. Lisa is highlighting notes in bright yellow, legs crossed, completely focused. I’m pretending to read the same page I’ve been staring at for ten minutes while my body throbs in quiet, steady pulses. Every time I shift, I feel how sensitive I still am.

Marcus walks through the room on his way to the kitchen. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t say anything, but as he passes behind the couch his fingers brush the back of my neck — slow, deliberate, a quiet claim. My whole body reacts instantly. Nipples tightening. Pussy clenching. I have to press my thighs together and pretend I’m just adjusting my position.

Lisa doesn’t notice a thing.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” she says suddenly, looking up from her notes. “I’m leaving Friday.”

I blink and force myself to focus. “Leaving where?”

“My mom’s place. She’s been pushing me to visit since she married David. I’m flying out Friday morning and staying ten days.” She makes a small face, the one she always makes when she feels obligated to do something. “I don’t even really want to go, but the ticket’s already paid for and she’ll guilt me forever if I cancel.”

Ten days.

The number hits me like a drug.

Ten full days. No Lisa in the house. No risk of footsteps on the stairs. No having to muffle every sound. Just Marcus and me and whatever he decides to do with the time.

“That’s soon,” I say, and I’m proud of how normal my voice sounds.

“I know. Ryan already said he’ll miss me.” She smiles, soft and genuine, the kind of smile that used to make me feel safe. “You’ll be okay while I’m gone? I know your mum’s been worse lately. You can always call me if things get bad.”

Guilt twists hard in my gut. She’s worried about me. She’s planning how to take care of me even while she’s away. Meanwhile I’ve been letting her boyfriend and her father pass me back and forth like a toy for over a month.

“I’ll be fine,” I tell her. “Really. Don’t worry about me.”

“You can still stay here if things get bad at home,” she continues. “Dad doesn’t mind. He actually said you’re welcome anytime. He likes having you around.”

I almost laugh. If she knew what her dad does to me when she’s not looking — how he bends me over, how he talks to me, how he fills me up and tells me to keep it in — she wouldn’t be offering. She’d be looking at me the way she should: like a traitor.

Marcus comes back into the living room with a glass of water. His eyes meet mine for a split second over Lisa’s head — dark, hungry, already full of everything he’s going to do to me once she’s gone — then he looks away like nothing in the world is going on.

“Ten days,” he says casually, dropping onto the armchair. “Quiet house.”

Lisa nods, already packing mental lists. “Yeah. Try not to burn it down while I’m gone.”

He smirks into his glass. “No promises.”

Later, when Lisa goes upstairs to call her mom and talk through the visit, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Ryan.

**She’s leaving Friday. You free this week or is the old man keeping you busy?**

I stare at the message, still sore from Marcus’s cock in the garage, still tasting him faintly at the back of my throat, and feel myself get wet all over again. My body doesn’t care about guilt. It just wants.

Before I can reply, Marcus walks back into the room. He stops behind me, close enough that I feel the heat of him. He leans down, one hand braced on the couch, and speaks against my ear so only I can hear.

“Ten days,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “I’m going to use this cunt until you can’t walk straight. Every morning. Every night. And if you’re still letting Ryan have it too… good. Means you’ll stay nice and loose for me.”

My thighs squeeze together so hard it almost hurts. A fresh pulse of wetness soaks into my panties.

He straightens up and walks off like he said nothing at all.

I sit there on the floor with my phone in one hand and Lisa’s textbook open in front of me, heart beating too fast, pussy aching, already counting down the hours until Friday.

She has no idea what her best friend has been doing.

And for the next ten days, she won’t be here to find out.