Chapter 29

Lyra

Oh my God.

Oh my fucking God.

He just said it. He actually just fucking said it.

“Ride me, kitten.”

My brain short-circuited.

Did he seriously just say that to me? Like… out loud? Like with his actual voice and not the version in my head I hear when I’m in the shower rubbing one out at 2AM trying not to moan?

I just stared.

I was still on my knees. On his bed.

His bed.

Dominic-fucking-Thornvale’s bed. My best friend’s dad.

And his cock… Jesus Christ his cock… was right there. Huge. Hard. Wet at the tip. Pulsing like it knew I was looking at it and liked the attention.

I should’ve been scared. Nervous. Ashamed maybe.

But I wasn’t.

I was wet.

I was shaking.

I was so fucking turned on I couldn’t even think straight.

And I wanted to ride him so bad my thighs were twitching.

“Kitten,” he growled. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I almost came just hearing that voice.