Ava’s POV**

The morning shower was the first time I truly understood how addicted I was becoming.

Mom was downstairs making breakfast, humming some old song, completely unaware that her husband was about to fuck her daughter in their shared shower.

I slipped into the master bathroom while Damien was already under the hot spray. Steam filled the room, making everything feel hazy and forbidden. I dropped my towel and stepped in behind him.

He turned slowly, water cascading down his powerful body. God, his muscles were insane — broad, sculpted shoulders, thick chest with dark hair trailing down to his abs, every ridge and line carved from years of...