Chapter 86: Chapter 86
Lyra
Silence.
I went on.
"I didn’t sleep at all, like not even one second, and the fan was on but sohow I was still sweating like I was being cooked from the inside out. I kept waking up thinking there was a rat in the room but it was just my hair sticking to my leg. And then I had this dream that I was being chased by a goat in lingerie, which is probably Tasha’s fault.
"I farted in my sleep, I’m pretty sure. The kind that sounds like a trumpet from hell. And then the lights blinked and I thought we were being haunted, and then I rolled over and the bed squeaked so loud I’m sure the house thought I was getting dicked down by a demon.
Not that I was. I an..obviously not. Obviously I wasn’t. Because I haven’t had sex and I’m on my period. My womb is literally closed for business right now."
I was sweating. Trembling. Clenching. Lying like a fucking demon.
Damon was grinning behind , still buried to the base, his hand sliding across my waist like he was proud of
for being so unhinged.
But I wasn’t done.
"And Tasha," I added quickly, "she’s not even in the room, she’s downstairs looking for noodles or maybe drinking garri, I don’t know, and I don’t want to go down because I feel like a ghost touched my ass last night.
"And I’m bloated. My boobs feel like soone pumped them full of cent. And if you make
stand up right now, I will faint. I will actually collapse like a Victorian orphan.
"So yes, I’m okay. Just your regular period demonic possession, spiritual fatigue, mosquito warzone, hallucination-ridden teenage ltdown. Totally fine."
Dead silence on the other end.
My whole face was hot. I felt like I’d just given a TED Talk on how to sound like a ntally unstable virgin who accidentally summoned Satan during sleep paralysis. And Damon’s cock literally twitched inside
like it agreed.
I cleared my throat.
"So um... why did you call? Is everything okay with you? Like are you fine? Is Dad fine? Did soone die? Are we broke? Are you getting divorced? Is the dog pregnant? Please just tell
what’s going on before I combust."
I barely got the last word out before Damon fucking moved again.
Not a lot.
Just a tiny grind. A small shift of his hips. Just enough to make his knot press right into the sore, overstretched spot deep inside
that still hadn’t cald down from the last orgasm. My body spasd. My pussy clenched. And before I could stop it, a sound slipped out of my mouth that was definitely not appropriate for a mother-daughter phone call.
It was a moan.
I slapped my hand over my mouth like it could undo it.
But the damage was done.
Because the second it happened, my mum went dead silent.
Like the whole earth paused just to let
suffer.
Then I heard it.
"LYRA RACHEAL AUSTINE," she scread so loud I almost threw the phone, "ARE YOU FUCKING SURE YOU ARE ALRIGHT."
I swear to God my whole soul left my body. My nipples went hard. My pussy pulsed again because for so disgusting reason my body was still aroused while my mother was out here shouting like a soldier who just caught
breaking into the Lord’s temple.
"Mum," I croaked, panicking, sweating, trembling, leaking, dying, "yes. I swear. I’m fine. I’m just... I dropped sothing again. My leg hit the fan. It shocked . The fan shocked . I think I scread. It’s nothing. I promise. I’m just sore. I an I’m not sore. I an I’m sore from cramps not from anything else because I obviously haven’t done anything.
She sighed.
"Alright then, the reason I called was to check up on you and also to let you know that
and your father have been thinking..."
I froze.
Damon smirked again.
She continued.
"After sumr we would like you to finish high school there with Tasha. Since you only have one grade left, it would make sense to just settle down and focus."
I blinked.
My brain didn’t register it at first.
Then it hit .
Wait.
What.
What.
No.
No no no no no.
"Mum," I said, my voice cracking like glass, "what did you just say."
"I said," she repeated like it was nothing, "we’ve been talking and we think it would be good for you to stay. Finish the school year there. You and Tasha seem to be getting along very well and her father seems like a respectable man."
I choked.
I actually choked.
Respectable man?
Respectable.
The sa man who was literally knotted inside
right now while I was on the phone with her? The sa man who had just made
moan into the pillow like a bitch in heat? The sa man who had been stuffing my virgin pussy full of so much cum it was still dripping down my thighs?
My mother just called him respectable.
And wanted
to stay here.
With him.
In this house.
In this bed.
Where I just scread into the sheets with his knot still buried inside
and his hand still stroking my clit under the blanket like this whole conversation was so kind of sick twisted ga.
"Mum," I gasped again, trying to sound calm, normal, *not like a girl who just got bred harder than a pornstar in a dog park. "Can we talk about this later?"
"No," she said simply. "It’s now!"
Oh dammit.
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