~Damon~

“I should’ve bent you over the table that first night,” I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip.

“Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s cock while Tasha was upstairs painting her fucking nails.”

Lyra sobbed into the pillow.

Not from pain.

From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her pussy practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I fucked her like a monster.

Like it wouldn’t be the last.

“Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?”...