Nancy's POV

Footsteps. Coming from the kitchen, heading straight for the side door.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Ice-cold panic flooded my veins as Mom's voice called out through the thin wood of the door.

"Nancy? Are you okay out there? I thought I heard a crash."

Jacob froze for a split second, but instead of pulling out of me, he ruthlessly pressed deeper, his fingers digging into my clit with punishing pressure.

I panicked, frantically yanking my upper body away from the bench to straighten up. My shirt dropped back down, providing a sheer curtain to cover my bare ass. I blindly grabbed the edge of the heavy...