Lila’s POV

I was addicted now.

Every night Mom was away I slipped into Connor’s bedroom after the house went quiet. He’d be waiting—door cracked, lamp low—and I’d crawl into their marital bed like it belonged to me. He fucked me raw on Mom’s side of the sheets, deep and slow, whispering things that made my stomach twist and my cunt clench. I’d wake up the next morning with his cum still leaking out of me, warm and sticky between my thighs while I sat at breakfast smiling at Mom like nothing was wrong.

I hated how much I craved it.

I hated the way my body started anticipating him—the...