Still f*****g hard.
Still not satisfied.
“I have to fight this urge”
I whispered.
“I can’t.”
But I knew I would.
Maybe not tonight.
Maybe not tomorrow.
But soon?
Soon, I’m going to f**k her.
I’m going to split her open with this twenty-inch c**k and watch her shatter.
Daddy’s Craving Her
She’ll cry.
She’ll scream.
She’ll beg me to stop and I won’t.
Because no matter how many times I try to fight it…
I’m going to f**k her.
And when I do?
There’ll be no turning back.
Dirty Little Secrets
**Damon**
I came down the stairs like a man possessed.
The phone was pressed to my ear. My voice already loud, sharp and f*****g angry, my blood still hot from last night. I hadn’t slept. I’d barely f*****g breathed.
“Listen to me and listen well,”
I growled into the line, low and pissed.
“If the council room isn’t secured before
I get there, I’m going to start cutting off fingers and feeding them to the dogs. One for every minute I wait. Do you understand me, Micah?”
There was a pause.
“Y-yes Alpha…”
“Don’t f*****g stutter.”
I stepped into the hallway, jaw tight, voice rising.
“You’ve had three goddamn days to sweep the perimeter. And you’re telling me now…now…that two of your men didn’t report back? Are you out of your f*****g mind?”
“They… They went radio silent at the East wall. We think…”
“Don’t tell me what you think. You’re not paid to think. You’re paid to obey. If there’s a breach, I want it sealed.
If there are rogues, I want them dead. And if one f*****g councilman smells fear on my land today, I will personally slit your throat and let your replacement mop your blood off the stones.”
Silence.
I kept walking.
“Call Matteo. Call Roman. Call everyone and reinforce the North ridge now. This is not a request. This is not a goddamn discussion. I want the training grounds locked, the Omega dens sealed, and every guard in their full shift gear before the next hour. If I see one more half-assed patrol I’ll hang them by their ankles outside the gate and let the crows eat them alive.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Get it done.”
I ended the call.
The second my thumb slid across the screen and the hallway fell quiet.
I saw her.
And my body stopped existing.
Because Lyra… was in the kitchen.
And my c**k instantly hardened with such violent speed it hurt.
She was alone.
Facing the cabinets.
Stretching on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.
And I swear to every dark f*****g god that ever lived..she wasn’t wearing a f*****g thing underneath that shirt.
She had her earbuds in. Oblivious. Music loud enough to bleed through. Head bobbing softly like she was lost in her own little world. Just… humming. Innocent.
But her body?
It was sin incarnate.
She wore my shirt. How did she Gertrude my shirt? Maybe Tasha gave it to her.
It was one of the old white ones.
Paper thin.
Loose in the arms.
Clinging tight at the waist from her damp skin.
And completely see-through.
I could see the curve of her tits..the soft bounce of them as she moved. The dark rose of her n*****s pressing against the cotton like they were begging for attention. Her areolas were large, swollen, puckered like she’d been rubbing them in the shower.
And that shirt?
It didn’t even cover her ass.
As she stood on her toes, the hem rose higher.
Higher.
And then.
Holy. f*****g. Hell.
Her ass.
Her bare ass.
No panties.
Not even a scrap of fabric.
Just soft, full cheeks, flushed faint pink like she’d just been spanked. Her skin shimmered in the morning light..slick with lotion or leftover steam, I didn’t care. It made her thighs glow. Made her legs look like they’d been dipped in cream and kissed by the moon.
And I could see her cunt.
Her little pink p***y peeking between her legs.
Shaved bare. So f*****g clean. So tight.
The lips were parted from the stretch.
And they were wet.
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Glistening wet.
Like she was already soaked.
Already aching.
Already dripping just from being in my house.
I could see the tight slit, barely wide enough for a finger, pulsing slightly with every breath she took. Her thighs were slick. The soft crease where her cheeks met her thighs shimmered like honey.
Her scent hit me next.
Hot.
Fresh.
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.