Chapter 36

Lyra

He didn’t stop.

His cock drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.

“I meant to,” he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite mark. “You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little pussy and not make it mine? You think I’d let anyone else touch what belongs to me?”

I screamed.

I wasn’t even moaning anymore—I was full-on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so deep, so fucking brutal, like he was fucking my soul.

And my pussy loved it.

She loved it.

She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.

“I can feel you clenching,” he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over me like a beast. “You gonna cum already? Huh? You that fucking desperate for me?”

I nodded.

Frantically.

Sobbing against the sheets.