Like Satan herself had respawned.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for him,” she said through the door, her voice a little lighter now, but there was a faint twinge of concern.
“I hope he’s okay. Cause I went in to get his charger and, like… I saw blood on his bedsheets.” b***h THAT WAS MY BLOOD YOUR FATHER TOOK MY VIRGINITY.
Okay. I didn’t say that out loud.
I just lay there, face smashed into the carpet, still oozing, heart dead, and somehow my p***y clenched again like it remembered the moment and wanted to applaud.
“Hmm,”
I said finally, scrambling for sanity.
“When I came in last night, I noticed he wasn’t around. So…I don’t know, Tasha. Maybe he went out?”
Please believe me,
Please f**k off.
Please never open this door.
She didn’t leave.
Of course she didn’t leave.
Because she was Tasha. And guess what? She opened the door too.
“Yeah Tasha, I have to tell you something cause I don’t like keeping things”
I muttered sharply.
“I didn’t like that you let me leave that party all by myself while f*****g six f*****g men.”
SIX. f*****g.
MEN.
“I won’t lie I felt really bad”
“I know, right? Six men”!she whined dramatically.
“Like, I wonder how I’m still able to walk and not in a f*****g wheelchair.”
“Oh my God, is your v****a not hurting?”
“Come on, b***h!” she laughed.
“Get over it!! I’ll definitely tell you all about it.”
“No. No thank you,”
I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face.
“Hell no. I saw it. I don’t wanna know.”
“Oh, dear Lyra,” she said in that singsong voice.
“What you saw was nothing.”
I could hear the smirk in her voice.
But then.
Silence.
Just for a second.
And then.
“Wait…” she said slowly.
“Is that a mark?”
My whole body went cold.
She saw it.
My neck. f**k.
I slapped a hand to it but it was too late.
She’d already seen the edge of it through the gap in Damon’s shirt. The one I’d buttoned in a panic and missed that one little spot.
She reached forward.
Her fingers were about to touch it.
“Is that like-what even is:-“
III
“Tasha, you’re back.”
His voice.
Deep. Cold. Alpha as f**k.
I turned so fast I almost dislocated my neck.
There he was.
At the end of the hall.
Damon.
Shirtless. Hair messy. A f*****g bruise on his chest from where I bit him. He was holding his phone in one hand like he’d just stepped out of a goddamn war room.
His eyes flicked straight to me.
Then to Tasha.
Then back to me.
My heart nearly exploded.
He stepped forward.
“You’re in big trouble, young lady.”
Her Panties
**Damon**
The second the door clicked behind her, I stayed seated.
Still naked.
Still soaked in the scent of her.
Still staring at the faint trail of slick she left behind on the floor like her body was trying to mark every step, like it hadn’t figured out how to stop leaking all the filth I’d shoved into it. f**k.
I leaned back, chest heaving, the aftershock still buzzing in my veins. My c**k was half-hard again, twitching against my stomach, gleaming with the same mix of her arousal and my c*m that had been f*****g dripping out of her for what felt like hours.
My hand went to my jaw. Dragged down slowly. I was trying to breathe. Trying to calm the beast in me.
But then I looked down.
And saw them.
Her panties.
Damp as f**k.
They were bunched in the corner like they didn’t know what the hell had just happened. Twisted, soft, and soaked through with everything we’d just done.
And I froze.
Because f**k me.
She left them behind.
I reached for them slowly. Reverently. Like they were holy. Like they were some sacred trophy carved from sin itself. My fingers curled around the delicate fabric, still warm, still wet, still sticky with the mix of her innocence and the wreckage I’d turned her into.
I brought them to my face.
And I f*****g inhaled.
Hard.
God.
Her scent was all over them. Sweet. Musky. Tangy. That addictive omega perfume that only came out when her body was wrecked and wide open and f****d full of knot and c*m and ruin.
“f**k, Lyra,”
I groaned, eyes fluttering shut as I held them there.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.
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.