I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t even process.
I was just lying there. Twitching. As his knot kept us locked. His seed still leaking from me like I was marked from the inside out.
I don’t even know how long we stayed like that.
Minutes, maybe.
Or hours.
My brain was floating somewhere between Heaven and Hell when I finally felt his lips press to my cheek and his fingers push my hair back-like I was something precious, even while he was still buried to the hilt inside my ruined little cunt.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, voice soft now. Low and proud.
“Daddy’s proud of his girl.”
And I was about to say something-maybe something stupid like I want you to f**k my throat next, or put me in the shower and do it all over again, or maybe even I think I love you.
But I didn’t get the chance.
Because right then.
Right as I opened my mouth.
Right as my body trembled again around his knot.
We heard it.
A voice.
High.
Familiar.
“Daddy?”
Then a beat.
She called out again.
This time she was closer.
“Lyra?!”
“I’m home.”
My whole body turned to ice.
My eyes went wide.
His c**k was still inside me.
We were still f*****g locked.
Locked And Loaded
Still tied.
Still soaked in blood and c*m and f**k.
“Holy. Shit.”
I breathed.
My brain stuttered.
I didn’t even know where to look..at the door, at him, at the mess we were in. I wanted to cover myself. I wanted to run. I wanted to disappear into the f*****g floor, but I couldn’t move.
I was still tied to him.
Still stuffed with c*m.
Still whimpering like his toy.
And then I heard it again.
“Daddy?”
“Lyra?”
Her voice came closer.
Footsteps now.
******g footsteps.
My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was frozen. A knot inside and a bomb outside. My entire body clenched around him again involuntarily and I whimpered, “Damon… what the f**k do we do?”
His eyes snapped open.
+ Ponts
“Stay still,” he growled, voice suddenly so quiet and deadly it made me shiver.
“Don’t say a f*****g word. Don’t even breathe too loud.”
The door handle rattled.
I gasped.
“Tasha can’t see me like this. Damon, please. I still have your f*****g knot inside me.”
And that’s when we heard it.
The doorknob turning.
Oh f**k.
Caught is
**Damon**
“I should’ve bent you over the table that first night,”
I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip.
“Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s c**k while Tasha was upstairs painting her f*****g nails.”
Lyra sobbed into the pillow.
Not from pain.
From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her p***y practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I f****d her like a monster.
Like it wouldn’t be the last.
“Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?” she whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they owed her something. Her back arched into me, ass bouncing with every thrust, voice cracking.
“Why..oh fuck..why won’t you stop..your daughter’s outside..my best friend is outside..”
I should’ve stopped when she said it.
When her voice cracked beneath me, stuffed full of c**k and shame, and she sobbed into the sheets.
“Your daughter’s behind that door… my best friend is behind the door…”
That should’ve been my f*****g line.
My moment of restraint.
My sanity check.
But it wasn’t.
It was the trigger.
The thing that snapped the last thread of control inside me.
Because hearing her say that..my daughter’s best friend..while her p***y was choking my c**k, while her body was dripping with my c*m, while her ass was bouncing off my hips with every thrust.
It made me lose my f*****g mind.
“You think I care about that?”
I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so I could see her face. Ruined. Drenched. Beautiful.
“You think I give a single f**k that you used to sit on the couch with her? That you braided each other’s hair and painted your f*****g nails?”
My c**k slammed in deeper.
She screamed.
“I don’t f*****g care.”
Caught
“I should,”
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.