Zeno comes back, his girlfriend is... a bit strange

The Cuckold’s Return

The apartment door clicked open, Zeno’s cheerful whistle cutting through the heavy silence.

"Mara? Dad? I’m back!"

Mara flinched, Ettore’s cum dripping from her chin as the bedroom door swung open.

Zeno froze, his gaze darting between her ravaged face and his father’s smug grin.

"Oh," he blinked, his smile never wavering. "You guys had fun!"

Mara’s stomach lurched.

Why wasn’t he angry?

Why wasn’t he—

"Yeah, boy," Ettore chuckled, his hand patting her head like a dog. "Your girl’s got talent."

Zeno’s laugh was bright, carefree.

"I knew you two would hit it off!"

Mara’s vision blurred.

This wasn’t right.

This wasn’t—

"Mara?" Zeno tilted his head, his brow furrowing. "You okay?"

She opened her mouth.

No.

Help.

Please.

"I’m fine," she whispered, the words ash in her mouth.

Zeno’s smile widened.

"Good! ‘Cause I got steak for dinner!" He held up the grocery bags, his eyes darting to his father. "You staying, Dad?"

Ettore’s grin was wicked.

"Wouldn’t miss it."

Mara’s knees buckled.

Zeno caught her, his arms wrapping around her waist with a strength that terrified her.

"Easy, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re just tired."

Mara’s breath hitched.

Was she?

Was that all it was?

Zeno’s smile was soft, loving.

"Let’s get you to bed."

The pulse behind her eyes swallowed the scream.