Aria’s POV
The ride back home had been torture. My thighs still tingled from earlier, the memory of Caleb’s c**k pressing against my lips in that bathroom refusing to fade. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Richard’s thickness too. It was insane. How did I manage to get both father and son under my skin like this? They weren’t even trying—at least not openly—and still, they had me wrapped around their fingers.
By the time we got through the front door, I was dizzy. My body buzzed with a heat I couldn’t control, and I knew I was spiraling into something dangerous. Richard’s eyes followed me all the way up the stairs, steady and heavy, like he knew what I had been doing in that bathroom. Caleb, on the other hand, stayed quiet, his jaw set as if he was hiding something too. I pretended
