Chapter 81

Lyra

“What are you doing, you naughty ass little girl… fuck,” he growled, and the sound of it made my whole body clench. His voice dropped to that dangerous level again, the one that made me forget my name, my age, my responsibilities, and every rule in the universe.

He looked down at me like I had just turned into his favorite addiction. His hand moved to adjust the seat back, his legs spreading slightly, and I could tell—he was already hard. Already ready for me. And we hadn’t even left the driveway.

I looked up at him with the sweetest, most innocent expression I could fake, even though my mouth was watering and my pussy was already twitching from anticipation.

My skirt had slid up just a little from how I shifted in my seat, and I knew he could see the tops of my thighs and maybe just a glimpse of how not innocent I actually was. I didn’t care. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to break.

“I told you,” I said softly, my fingers already moving