The sound of her gasp.
The shuffle of sheets.
“Why is there blood?” she whispered..no, choked..like the sight had yanked the breath out of her lungs.
“Why is the bed like this..oh my god-what the fuck…Daddy?!”
Lyra whimpered.
Her whole body jerked.
And I could fee! her panic seeping through her sweat-slicked skin.
“Damon…”she breathed.
“She’s going to see. She’s going to see us..”
I held her tighter.
Pressed her trembling body into my chest.
My c**k still locked inside her.
Her cunt still stretching, gripping, soaking my knot in a slow, sinful pulse.
I could smell her.
???????????????
Her arousal.
My c*m.
The blood.
The sweat.
Tasha’s voice snapped again..it was louder now.
“Daddy! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Whose blood is this?!”
“I’m gonna call you now,” she said..
And just like that, her footsteps began to fade.
One after another.
Away from the room.
Away from the blood-soaked bed.
Away from the closet she was inches from opening.
I didn’t even blink.
Just listened.
To the click of her phone.
The slam of the front door. f**k.
The Knot
**Damon**
She collapsed against me the second the front door slammed.
Not like she relaxed.
Like she broke.
Her body just… folded.
She was shaking.
My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her p***y pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Holy s**t,” she whispered.
Barely audible.
“Holy f*****g shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just..”
She lifted her head for a second.
Eyes wide.
Mouth trembling.
Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.
“Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she-she opened the door-she was so f*****g close-oh my god-oh my god..
She clutched at me suddenly.
Fingers digging into my chest.
Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to something real.
“She was gonna see me-she was gonna see me like this-with your c**k still-f**k-Damon I still have your knot in me-what the f**k is wrong with me?!”
Her whole body shook around me again.
And my c**k twitched.
Not out of guilt.
Out of hunger.
Because hearing her panic while she was still impaled on my knot, while my c*m was leaking out of her, while her p***y was fluttering around me like it still wanted more-it was driving me insane.
I could feel it.
The tight squeeze.
The slick heat.
The way her inner walls kept milking me like her body hadn’t figured out the moment was over.
“I shouldn’t have done this,” she gasped.
“I can’t believe I-I let you-I let you f**k me while she was outside-l let you do this to me..”
She pulled back just enough to look up at me.
And f**k, her eyes were glassy.
Her lips were swollen.
Her cheeks streaked in sweat and tears.
There was a smear of my c*m on her jaw from when I’d grabbed her face.
“I can’t believe I liked it,” she whispered.
And there it was.
The truth.
She sobbed again, hands trembling against my chest, her voice breaking:
“Damon, I-I was scared but I couldn’t stop..I was moaning while she was in the room.,I could feel your c**k throbbing inside me while she was calling your name-what the f**k is wrong with me-“
I grinned.
I couldn’t help it.
Because she said it like it was a question.
Like she was waiting for me to tell her what she was now.
And I would.
But not yet.
“Nothing’s wrong with you,”
I murmured, stroking her hip.
“You’re just honest now.”
She stared up at me, trembling.
Her mouth opened-like she wanted to argue.
But then my knot shifted inside her.
And she gasped.
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.