I growled, slamming forward again so hard the bed jerked beneath us, sheets soaked with sweat and slick and blood and everything I’d done to her body.
“But I don’t. Because the only thing I see right now is a tight little cunt that was made for me.”
“But..I am her best friend..
“Okay? And so f*****g what,”
I spat.
“Now you’re mine.”
She choked on her moan.
I bent over her back, my chest slick against her spine, teeth dragging across her shoulder as my hand snaked down to grab her throat, tilting her face so I could whisper filth straight into her ear.
“I always wanted you, Lyra. Always. From the moment you walked into my house wearing that little school skirt like you didn’t know what the f**k you were doing to me.”
She whimpered, hands fisting the sheets like she could anchor herself there.
“You’re legal now,”
I snarled.
“And that means I can f**k you any goddamn way I want.”
Slap.
I spanked her. Hard. Right on the curve of her ass.
She jolted. Screamed.
And her p***y f*****g clenched around me like it agreed.
“You like that?”
I hissed.
“You like Daddy treating you like a f**k toy while your best friend is outside the door?
“Y-yes,” she sobbed.
“Oh god, Damon-yes-I can’t stop-I don’t want to stop..”
“You’re not going to,”
I growled.
“Because I’m not done with you.”
“Daddy!”
Tasha’s voice rang through the hallway, closer now.
“Are you in there?!”
“Damon-f**k-she’s going to hear us-please-“Lyra whimpered, face red, sweat dripping from her temples as her legs started to give out beneath her.
I didn’t stop.
I f****d her harder.
Held her down with both hands on her hips now, pounding into her like my c**k was trying to carve its shape into her spine.
My knot had begun to swell-thick and brutal-pushing at the mouth of her p***y like it was ready to lock us together again.
“You’re going to take it,”
I groaned.
“Every inch. Every f*****g throb. Every ounce of c*m I pump into this greedy little hole.”
She sobbed into the pillow.
“I’m already so full-Daddy-I can feel it-it’s leaking out-it’s too much-“
“You’ll f*****g take it.”
My voice wasn’t human anymore.
It was growled.
Caught
Dragged from the pit of my stomach.
A snarl soaked in obsession.
I didn’t care that she was crying.
Didn’t care that she was trembling.
Didn’t care that her cunt was red, raw, soaked in every last drop of c*m I’d already spilled inside her.
She was still mine.
And she was still going to take more.
“You think this p***y gets to say no to me?”
I hissed, driving forward again until my c**k ground against the deepest part of her, the knot pressing harder against her opening.
“You think this wrecked little hole gets to decide when it’s done being ruined?”
She whimpered into the sheets, trying to speak, but her voice broke into a moan the second I reached up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder.
Tears on her cheeks.
Drool down her chin.
Eyes glassy.
So f*****g ruined.
So f*****g perfect.
“Look at you,”
I growled.
“f****d stupid. Stuffed full. Tongue hanging out like a b***h in heat.”
She moaned louder.
“D-Daddy..please..”
“Don’t you f*****g beg,”
I snarled, leaning in until my lips grazed her ear, breath hot, body heavy against her back.
“You don’t beg. You submit. There’s a difference.”
My hand slid down. Grabbed her throat. Not gentle.
“I don’t want your pretty little whimpers. I want your obedience.”
Her p***y clenched.
So f*****g tight.
And I felt it.
That twitch.
That flutter.
That silent confession her cunt made without permission.
“You want Daddy to stop?”
I whispered.
“Or do you want me to ruin you so hard that every time you walk into your best friend’s room, you’ll still feel me dripping down your thighs?”
She sobbed.
Then nodded.
Desperate. Shaking. Eyes wild.
III
“I want it,” she choked.
“I want your knot-I want your c*m-I want you to break me. Please, Daddy-please-1 want to be f****d till I forget my own name..”
I groaned, deep and sharp, hips jerking forward with violent force.
Her body snapped beneath me, toes curling, back arching, mouth wide as her p***y pulsed again-milking my c**k, swallowing the pressure of the knot trying to wedge into her.
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.