“Say another word and I’ll f**k you on the hood.”
OhmyGodOhmyGod OhmyGod
My p***y clenched so hard it hurt.
Like actually hurt.
Like my body was trying to self-destruct out of desperate, unbearable need.
And the worst part?
I wanted that.
I wanted that so f*****g bad.
Like yes.
Please.
Put the car in park.
Drag me out.
Bend me over.
Ruin me while the whole street watches and I scream Daddy so loud birds fall out of the trees.
But I didn’t say anything.
Because I’m a good girl.
Because I was trying to earn it.
Because if I pushed one more button, I knew he’d go feral and I wasn’t sure if my uterus could handle that yet.
The car turned into the driveway and I swear the air in the car got thicker.
Like I was drowning in it.
Like it was 80% oxygen, 20% my own heat.
He turned off the engine.
And for a second, there was just silence.
Pls Property
Except it wasn’t silence.
I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
I could hear my breath.
I could hear how wet I was.
No seriously.
+4 Pom??/p>
I could hear the squelch when I moved slightly and my ruined p***y made that obscene noise against my thighs.
I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.
Or Damon to open me and swallow me whole.
Either one, really.
“Get out,” he said.
Oh f**k.
His voice. That voice. It wasn’t just deep. It was destructive. It hit my spine like a whip and melted straight into my cunt like warm oil.
I tried to move. But my legs didn’t work. They were jelly. They were broken.
I was shaking like a virgin trying to sneak back into church after a three-day orgy.
I stumbled out of the car.
Literally stumbled.
Like Bambi after getting railed in the woods.
My dress stuck to my body. My thighs stuck together. My p***y throbbed with every single step and I swear my clit was crying.
And he..
He was walking like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just lick me like a man starved. Like he didn’t kiss me like I was his last breath. Like he didn’t slap my ass and promise to make me cry when I came.
I followed him.
Like a f*****g shadow.
A wet, horny, desperate little shadow.
And then..
The door shut.
Click.
And the world stopped.
He turned.
Looked at me,
Mes Property
And I swear I saw it.
That moment.
The moment he decided he was going to break me.
He spun.
And I swear, I almost came from the way he did it.
Like he didn’t even think. Like his whole body just snapped toward me like instinct. Like something ancient in him decided I was prey and he was going to f*****g eat me alive.
Then his hands were on me. Grabbing me like I was his already. Like he’d paid for me in blood and wanted his f*****g prize.
He ripped my dress off like it offended him, yanked it down like it didn’t deserve to be on my body. The wet fabric slapped the floor like a scream, and suddenly, I was bare.
Bare and trembling. Bare and wet. Bare and pressed up against the wall with my n*****s tight and my p***y leaking and my brain trying to catch up with what the f**k was happening.
Then he kissed me.
But it wasn’t a kiss.
It was war.
It was punishment.
It was everything I had been dreaming about and humping my pillow over and crying into my sheets for the past six months.
It was violent and wet and deep and angry and perfect.
And I gave in to all of it.
I moaned into his mouth…my lips open, my tongue desperate, my whole body trying to crawl inside him.
My legs wrapped around his waist because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted him closer. Because I needed something to grind against or I was going to lose my mind.
And when he pulled back just enough to speak..his lips were red and swollen and wet, and his eyes were dark like he didn’t see me as a girl anymore. He saw me as a f**k.
As a heat. As something he was about to claim in the most disgusting, delicious, feral way.
“You’re mine now.”
“Do you understand me, Lyra?”
His voice didn’t just vibrate in my ears.
It went straight between my legs.
Straight into my stomach.
Straight into the part of me that was already clenching just from the sound of him breathing.
I nodded so hard my whole head shook.
“Yes. Yes, Daddy, I’m yours, I swear. Just don’t stop. Please, don’t f*****g stop. Please. I need it. I’ve needed it since forever. I can’t take this anymore.”
He didn’t stop.
He dropped to his knees..dropped so fast it felt like my brain short-circuited.
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.