~Lyra~
“…he seems like a man who takes discipline very seriously.”
I blinked. I blinked again. I wanted to scream.
My mother just said Damon Thornvale. The man currently buried so deep inside me I could feel his heartbeat in my p***y. The man who had made me come four times and was grinding into my sore, swollen clit right now with two fingers like I was his own personal fucktoy. The man who literally had my best friend calling him Daddy two days ago.
She just called that man a role model.
“I think he’ll help you stay on track,” my mum continued, like she wasn’t talking about my ruin in real time. “You’ve always been a bit… impulsive. Rebellious. But he’s firm. Focused. Protective.”
I let out a noise.
It wasn’t a moan. Not this time.
It was some kind of strangled sob-laugh-choke hy
