Chapter 43

Lyra

I didn’t move at first.

I heard the door shut behind me. Click. Not a slam. Not a creak. Just that sharp, quiet click of finality. Like the sound a cell door makes when it locks you inside with everything you’re scared of and everything you want.

My chest rose.

Then fell.

Then rose again, way too fast.

I could feel the air against my skin… cool, sharp, unforgiving. Every inch of me was bare. Every part of me knew it. My ass was still stinging.

My thighs were slick. My pussy was pulsing like it hadn’t learned how to stop. And his voice was still in my ear, dragging down my spine, wrapping around my body like a second skin I couldn’t shed.

“Get. On. The bed.”

I turned slowly.

He was already inside. Already closing the distance between us. Already stripping the last shred of space from the room with the weight of his body and his voice and his rage and his need. His eyes were still glowing. Still watching me like I