Chapter 94

Damon

When I received the call from my neighbor informing me that Camilla had a gun to her head, I didn’t flinch. I didn’t freeze.

I didn’t even stop thrusting. There was no panic in my blood, no spike in adrenaline, no sudden jolt of concern racing up my spine. Nothing. Not even a fucking heartbeat out of rhythm.

All I felt was annoyance.

A deep, simmering, venom-laced kind of irritation that spread through my chest like acid. Not fear. Not worry. Not even curiosity. Just a cold, bitter fury that she would dare interrupt me while I was still buried balls-deep inside Lyra.

I was still coming down from the high of my orgasm, my cock still twitching from the aftershocks, the veins still swollen, the base still thick and hot and pulsing.

And Camilla?

She wanted to kill herself?

What the actual fuck did that have to do with me?

I didn’t even reach for the phone out of care. I didn’t answer it because I gave a damn about her li