Chapter 60

Lyra

I held the photo tighter.

Tighter than I meant to.

My fingers were actually trembling, and not from the sex. Not from the ache in my thighs or the cum still dripping down my leg or the fucking bruises on my hips. This was different. This was rage. This was realization. This was the sick, stupid silence that came with remembering something you should’ve remembered but were too busy getting ruined to think about.

I let out a laugh.

Dry.

Sharp.

“Wow,” I muttered, still staring at the photo. “I actually forgot you had a wife.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

My head snapped up.

“No, really, Damon. I forgot. That’s how far gone I’ve been. That’s how deep in your cock I’ve been. That’s how dumb you’ve made me. I mean—God—I’m here fucking you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, like I don’t have a single brain cell left, and all this time you’ve got her—” I held up the frame like it was evidence in court “—sitting rig