Ava’s POV

I’m gone.

I sat at breakfast leaking Victor’s cum, thighs pressed together under the table so nothing would drip onto the floorboards. Alex was talking about going fishing again, his voice bright and oblivious, while I smiled and nodded like a good wife. Victor sat across from me, sipping coffee, watching me with those dark, possessive eyes. Every time I shifted I felt it—warm, thick, sliding slowly out of me, soaking into my panties. The wet spot grew. I clenched hard to keep more from escaping. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat. I hated how much I loved it. Hated how the shame only made me wetter.

I...