~Lyra~
I held the photo tighter.
Tighter than I meant to.
My fingers were actually trembling, and not from the s*x. Not from the ache in my thighs or the c*m still dripping down my leg or the f*****g 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 c**k I’ve been. That’s how dumb you’ve made me. I mean—God—I’m here f*****g you like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do,
