Chapter 48

Lyra

Because he looked so satisfied.

So smug.

So calm.

Like this was all part of his evil little masterplan.

Like he was already planning what desk to bend me over when I started online classes.

“You’re smiling,” I hissed, my whole body trembling from where I was still stretched around his cock. “Why are you smiling? This is not a smiling situation. This is a ‘call the police’ situation. This is a ‘burn the house down and flee to Cuba’ situation. This is not the time for that sexy, arrogant mafia smirk thing you do when you know you’ve won… oh my God you think you’ve won.”

His hand slid across my ass, slow, heavy, possessive.

“I have won,” he said calmly. “You’re not leaving.”

My breath caught.

I shook my head so hard it made the pillow shift.

“No. No, no, no. I still have options. I can run. I can get a job. I can join a convent. Or pretend to be possessed. Or fake a coma. Or jump out the window and let Jesus