Chapter 22

Lyra

The knock came again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Open the fucking door, bitch! We gotta pee!”

Voices. Drunk. Loud. Slutty.

I scrambled off the counter, but my legs buckled as soon as my feet hit the floor. My pussy still spasmed with the ghost of my orgasm, and my clit was so sensitive it hurt.

“Shit,” I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance.

I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat.

Damon.

His name pulsed through my chest again.

I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence.

Another knock.

Louder this time.

“You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

My face burned.

I ran a hand through my hair, yanked