Lena pulled off me long enough to speak, lips red and wet.

“He was. He just didn’t know until you showed him.”

She went back down. I stared at the top of her head and the water running over her while Jude used my body. The tiles under my palms were slick. My legs threatened to fold. Jude’s arm locked around my waist and held me up so he could keep fucking me without mercy. The sound of skin on wet skin filled the small glass box. Slap. Slap. Slap. Mixed with the water and Lena’s wet choking noises and the broken sounds I could not stop making.

Jude shifted...