He wants her to spy on Diego

Lucia nodded once. Wiped her mouth again.

“Yeah. I don’t care what you do with Diego. Beat him, break him, whatever. As long as you hold up your end of the deal.” She jerked her chin toward her mother, still sprawled on her back, legs open, pussy glistening, face flushed and satisfied. “I’ll spy on him. Tell you everything he’s planning. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid that could fuck up our little arrangement here.”

Chase’s smirk softened into something almost approving.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m almost done with her. My plans are wrapping up soon. You won’t have to be patient much longer.”

Lucia met his eyes.

They didn’t need to say anything else.

The agreement was silent. Solid.

Chase kept patting Val’s head absentmindedly while she caught her breath between them, two people who’d just traded her existence for their own benefit.

And neither of them looked away.

An hour later, Lucia sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s car as they pulled away from the Whitmore estate gates. It was mid-afternoon, sun still high, traffic light, the kind of bright daylight that made everything look too clean and ordinary. Valeria drove with both hands on the wheel, blouse buttoned to the collar, white coat folded neatly on the back seat, hair in its usual low bun. She looked exactly like Dr. Rivera again. Professional. Composed. Untouchable.

Chase had given the order before they left.

“Drive her home,” he’d told Valeria, voice casual while his hand rested heavy on the back of her neck. “Drop her off. Then go straight back to work. Spend the afternoon explaining your absence, meetings, paperwork, whatever story you want. No one must ask too many questions.”

Valeria had nodded, eyes soft and obedient.

He’d grinned then. Turned her around by the hips so her ass faced him. Delivered three hard, deliberate spanks, each one loud enough to echo in the foyer. Valeria had giggled like a schoolgirl after every smack, pushing back into his palm for more.

“No more risk,” Chase had said, rubbing the fresh red handprints through her skirt. “All your pieces are merged now. You’re mine. You’ll act normal when you need to. But you’ll always come back to me.”

Another smack. Another giggle.

Lucia had watched the whole thing from the doorway, arms folded, feeling a sick twist of heat low in her belly. Eating her mother’s pussy had been unreal, raw, forbidden, electric. But seeing her like this, fully dressed in her usual doctor clothes, still giggling and grinding back against Chase’s hand like a needy slut was somehow hotter. The contrast made Lucia’s clit throb all over again.

Chase had glanced at Lucia before they left.

“I’ll have one of my guys deliver your bike later,” he’d said. “Don’t worry about it.”

Lucia hadn’t argued.

Now Valeria drove in silence most of the way. Hands steady. Eyes on the road. No tension in her shoulders. No guilt. Just quiet compliance.

When they reached the family home, Valeria pulled up to the curb and killed the engine. Afternoon sun slanted through the windshield, catching the gold band on her wedding finger even though Dad had been gone for years.

Lucia unbuckled. Turned.

Valeria leaned over the center console without being asked. Cupped Lucia’s face with both hands. Kissed her deep, slow, wet, tongue sliding in like they’d been doing this for years. Lucia kissed back hard, one hand sliding up to grip her mother’s bun, tugging just enough to make Valeria moan into her mouth.

Neither of them cared who might see. A neighbor was watering plants two houses down. A delivery driver buzzed past. Lucia didn’t even glance up.

When they finally broke apart, Valeria’s lips were slightly swollen, her breathing uneven.

“See you soon, Luci,” she whispered. Then she straightened her coat, smoothed her skirt and waited for Lucia to get out.

Lucia stepped onto the pavement. She watched her mother pull away, turn signal on, merging smoothly into traffic like she was heading to a routine consult.

The house was quiet when Lucia stepped inside. No lights in the living room. No TV murmur. Just the faint hum of the fridge and the soft glow spilling from the kitchen doorway.

“Diego?” she called, kicking the door shut behind her. “Where the fuck are you, twerp?”

No answer.

She walked toward the kitchen, boots loud on the hardwood.

“You better not be hiding, you little shit. I have something to tell you and I’m not in the mood for your sulking.”

She rounded the corner.

The kitchen light was on, a single bulb above the sink, throwing long shadows across the counters.

She suddenly heard a sound from behind her.

She turned around.

A huge crystal filled her vision. A huge, faceted crystal, clear, heavy, catching the overhead light behind her at exactly the right angle. Rainbows splintered across the walls, the cabinets, her face.

Lucia’s eyes locked on it before she could stop herself.

The crystal swung gently. Back and forth.

Light flashed. Refracted. Pulled.

She tried to look away.

She Couldn’t.

Her mouth opened, to yell, to curse, to ask what the hell—but no sound came out.

The crystal kept moving.

Her vision filled with it, sharp edges, endless colors, the slow pendulum swing that seemed to drag time itself sideways.

She felt her shoulders drop.

Her breathing slowed.

And everything else, the anger, the arousal, the plans, just… faded.

She couldn’t stop looking.

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