The negative test stayed on the bathroom counter for a long time after they finished.

Elena stared at the single line while Marcus remained buried inside her, his forehead against the back of her shoulder, one hand still spread over the bruises across her ribs. The fresh load felt heavy and deliberate. The result window felt louder than either of them.

She was the one who finally reached out and dropped the plastic stick into the small trash can under the sink. The soft sound of it landing made the silence that followed feel sharper.

Marcus eased out of her. Cum spilled down her thighs in a thick trail. He...