Stellan kept moving inside me, slow and deep, while voices carried from the hallway. Mom laughed at something Richard said. Suitcases rolled across the floor. My heart pounded so hard I thought they might hear it.

His hand stayed firm over my mouth. His eyes locked on mine, daring me. He thrust again, grinding against that spot that made my eyes roll back. I bit his palm to stay quiet. He smirked and did it harder.

The footsteps moved toward the kitchen. Any second they could walk in and see us like this — me bent on the couch, Stellan buried deep between my legs.

He leaned down, lips brushing...