I was there when they brought her home from the hospital. I f*****g held her. Rocked her when she wouldn’t sleep. I kissed her forehead when she cried over scraped knees and told her stories about wolves and stars and how one day she’d find a boy who deserved her.
And now?
Now I’m the monster standing in my bedroom with a c**k so hard it hurts just thinking about burying it in her sweet, tight, virgin p***y.
Moon Goddesses, what the f**k is wrong with me?
Her face. That trembling mouth. That robe slipping off her shoulder like temptation itself. The way her body moved when I spoke. The way her thighs stayed spread, slick with need like she was born to be f****d.
By me.
No. No, f**k.
She’s Lyra.
She’s a f*****g baby.
She’s the girl who used to sneak into my study to steal candy. Th
