Chapter 47

Lyra

“…he seems like a man who takes discipline very seriously.”

I blinked. I blinked again. I wanted to scream.

My mother just said Damon Thornvale. The man currently buried so deep inside me I could feel his heartbeat in my pussy. The man who had made me come four times and was grinding into my sore, swollen clit right now with two fingers like I was his own personal fucktoy. The man who literally had my best friend calling him Daddy two days ago.

She just called that man a role model.

“I think he’ll help you stay on track,” my mum continued, like she wasn’t talking about my ruin in real time. “You’ve always been a bit… impulsive. Rebellious. But he’s firm. Focused. Protective.”

I let out a noise.

It wasn’t a moan. Not this time.

It was some kind of strangled sob-laugh-choke hybrid because what the fuck was happening right now.

Damon leaned over my back, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You hear that, sweeth