Roman’s voice went down the stairs first, smooth as a husband.
“Stay down there, Maren. I’ll plate it. Reign’s in the shower.”
I heard her laugh. I heard him kiss her. I ran.
My room. Lock. Shower so hot it hurt. His c*m slid out of my ass and down the drain and I still pushed two fingers into my empty p***y under the water, chasing the thing he had only smeared and never given. I came biting my wrist, shaking, thinking about what it would take — how loud I would have to beg, how wet I would have to be, how wrong I would have to get — before Daddy finally broke and f****d me where he f****d his wife.
I put on a dress. No panties. I wanted him to find out.
Lunch was salad and bread and Mom talking about yoga and a client who would not sign. Roman poured wine. I sat on his left because
