“You’re mine now, Lyra. Every moan. Every orgasm. Every f*****g inch of this tight little cunt. Mine to punish. Mine to train. Mine to breed.”
And then.
“Lyra? Are you still there?”
My mother’s voice.
I wanted to die.
I wanted the earth to open up, swallow me whole, and bury me in the Mariana Trench with a plaque that said here lies the dumbest girl alive, who moaned on a call with her mother while getting knotted like a b***h in heat.
But I couldn’t move. Damon’s c**k was still twitching inside me. His hand was still gripping my hips like he owned me. I couldn’t f*****g move.
“Lyra, I’ll take that silence as a yes,” she continued, voice tightening like she was switching into final-mom-mode. “So get ready, okay? Summer is about to end soon. I expect you to behave. No drama. No chao
