I moaned.
I didn’t mean to.
But f**k, my body betrayed me.
He shoved his thigh between mine and pressed up, grinding slow, making my c**t scream through the thin fabric of his shirt as I bit my lip and whimpered into his chest.
“Talk all that s**t, Lyra,” he growled. “Go ahead. Ask me your little questions. Cry about the wife. Scream at the picture. But don’t f*****g pretend you don’t know what you are.”
I clawed at his arms.
He grabbed my face again.
“You’re mine,” he snapped. “Not hers. Not anyone else’s. Mine. You know it. I know it. Your p***y knows it.”
His hand slammed behind my thigh and yanked me up. I wrapped around him before I could stop myself, legs trembling around his waist as he carried me across the room again—this time to the nearest chair. A black leather throne t
