Chapter 193: Chapter 193
Lyra
"But I know the truth," I purred. "You’re one second away from losing it. You’re standing there thinking about everything you could do to
and trying to be civilized. But guess what?"
I slipped back around in front of him, slowly dragging my hands down the center of his chest, stopping right above his belt.
"I don’t want civilized."
I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet and wild, and I dragged one hand under his shirt, sliding my fingers up his abs, nails lightly scratching over the ridges of heat and skin until I felt his breath stutter.
"I want rough," I said. "I want the version of you that slapped your daughter and threw your ex out with nothing but a look. I want the version that grabbed her throat and made my pussy gush without even touching ."
I pressed closer. Not all the way. Not enough to touch. Just close enough that he could feel the heat of
through the air between us.
"Because I’m still wet," I whispered. "Still dripping. thighs glued together, breathless, wrecked—and you’re doing nothing about it. And that’s cruel."
His nostrils flared.
Good.
I licked my lips, dragged my hand back down his chest, slower this ti. Teasing every button. Every line of heat I could feel under the fabric. My voice dropped again.
"You know what I need, don’t you?"
He didn’t speak.
But I saw the hunger in his eyes. The violence shaking in his muscles. The grip in his jaw like he was biting back a growl.
"You know I can’t go to sleep like this," I murmured. "Not with your scent all over
and your knot still missing from my cunt. Not when I stood here and defended you with my mouth while my pussy was soaking down my thighs. Not when I told your daughter to get the fuck out and I was soaking wet the entire ti."
I gasped, softly, teasing my fingers under the hem of the shirt.
"I should be punished," I whispered, fluttering my lashes. "Right? For teasing you? For mouthing off? For telling them to leave like I run the house? For falling for Camilla’s lies?"
I leaned up onto my toes and whispered against his lips.
"Or maybe I should be rewarded."
The words left my lips like a secret I already knew the answer to. And I didn’t pull away. I didn’t blink. I didn’t even breathe. I just leaned closer—so close our mouths almost touched—and I whispered it.
Slow. Dirty. Shaless.
"I want your cock in my throat first," I said, and my voice was breathless, wrecked, all sweet seduction and heat-drenched filth.
"I want to choke on it until my eyes tear up and my makeup runs. I want you to grab my hair and fuck my face until my knees give out and I’m drooling like a stupid little heat-drunk Oga.
"And then—when you’ve ruined my voice—I want you to bend
over, spread my thighs, and slam that knot into
like I’m not even worth being gentle with. I want you to fuck
so hard I forget my na. I want your cum in my womb, Daddy. I want to feel it dripping out of
while I sleep."
I didn’t get to say another word.
Because that was the mont he snapped.
He moved so fast it knocked the air out of . One of his hands slamd around my throat, grabbing
like I belonged there, like I was nothing but his to break.
His palm was hot, wide, firm—his thumb pressed into the side of my neck while his fingers curled tight, and I gasped so hard it turned into a moan. My feet stumbled backward, but he followed, pushing
until my back hit the wall and my whole body jolted.
"Oh my fucking—Damon," I gasped, my voice breaking as his hand held my neck tight, not enough to hurt but enough to make
feel it, enough to make my pussy clench like I was already full.
And then his other hand grabbed my breast.
Not softly.
He didn’t grope. He didn’t ease
into it. He twisted my nipple between two fingers so hard I cried out.
"Fuck," I moaned, arching into him. "Fuck—yes—harder—"
He didn’t say a word.
He pinched harder.
Twisted it.
Rolled it between his fingers like he was punishing
for everything that had just co out of my filthy mouth. And the pain—oh God, the pain was so hot it went straight to my core. My cunt clenched like it was aching, like it was begging, like it would scream if he didn’t fill
soon.
"Daddy," I gasped, eyes fluttering, back arching, "please—I need—fuck, I need it—your mouth, your cock, your knot—I need everything—"
"You want to tease?" he growled, voice feral against my ear. "You want to run your little mouth and act like I won’t fuck the brat out of you.
But before I could speak again, before I could offer one more breathless whimper of please, he leaned in, eyes burning, voice a low growl that sank straight into my bones.
"Beg , kitten."
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