“Watching Tasha get f****d. e.
I gasped. How did he know!
“You stood there in the dark,” he growled, “dripping. Salivating. Imagining it was you bent over the counter. His voice was in my ear now. I could feel his breath hit the side of my face.
“Shocked? Yeah I can tell from your eyes that you are. Just so you know I have my eyes everywhere baby girl “I bet you touched yourself afterward,” he whispered.
“I bet you shoved your fingers into your tight little cunt and whispered my name like a prayer.”
Tears pricked my eyes.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
I had whispered his name.
Over and over again.
Mouth open. Thighs soaked.
While my whole body begged for something I couldn’t even say out loud.
But now?
He was saying it for me.
“And now you’re here,” he said.
“Half naked. Dripping down your thighs. Soaked with want.”
I moaned. A real one this time.
He didn’t stop.
“You want me to pull this robe open,” he said.
“To expose you. Touch you. Bite you. Ruin you.”
My breathing got ragged. My whole body vibrated with how badly I wanted it.
But he just laughed.
“I’m not going to.”
The words ripped something in me.
My mouth dropped open in protest..but nothing came out.
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t beg.
Lyras Hungers
“You’re not ready,” he said.
“You think because you have t** now, because your pay leaks for m? like e b***h in heat, that you can handle a man like me?”
I whimpered.
“You think I’m going to make love to you, Lyra?” he said.
“Whisper sweet things while I fill you up?
His voice turned colder.
“I won’t.”
He moved to the side, just enough so I could see the edge of his jaw, the muscles ticking as he stared down at me.
“You wouldn’t survive my c**k,” he said.
“You’d cry the second I pushed in. You’d scream. You’d bleed.
My legs gave a little. My knees nearly touched.
“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he growled.
“You want to be broken. You want Daddy to split you open and mark you.”
I choked back another moan. My body was screaming for it.
“And I will,” he whispered.
“One day. But not tonight.”
He leaned close again, his lips brushing the shell of my ear
“Because tonight, I want you to suffer.”
He stepped back.
“I want you to crawl back upstairs with your cunt still throbbing. I want you to lie in bed and f**k your fingers so deep you cry into the pillow.”
I was trembling so hard my teeth nearly chattered.
“I want you to dream about me,” he said.
“And when you wake up, soaked and swollen and still hungry…”
He paused.
“I want you to remember I chose not to touch you.”
My legs gave out.
I caught myself on the counter again, barely holding it together.
He stepped back fully.
His heat was gone.
But the scent of him?
The sound of him?
The f*****g ache he left inside me?
That was staying.
And then he said it..
“Go to bed, little girl. You can’t handle Daddy”
Lyras Hunger
“So any fantasy you have about me. f*****g erase them”
And he was gone.
Leaving me ruined.
And untouched.
****
I scoffed.
“Of course,”
I whispered under my breath, my voice so low and full of hate I barely recognized it as my own.
“Of f*****g course you left me like this.
“f*****g bastard”
“I hate this,”
I whispered.
“I hate you. I hate that I’m like this. That I’m still wet. That I’d let you spit in my mouth if it meant you’d look at me for more than a f*****g second.”
“I should be ashamed,”
I whispered.
“I should be disgusted with myself.”
But I wasn’t.
I was f*****g hungry.
I curled forward and pressed my face to my knees as tears soaked my legs. My hands clenched in the fabric of my robe and I cried. Not from sadness. From need. From f*****g madness.
Because I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think. Because I hated that he didn’t want me. Because I was sitting in his kitchen on my knees, drunk and soaked and whispering his name over and over again like it was a curse and a prayer.
He did this.
He f*****g did this.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.