~Lyra~
The old man or whatever the f**k his name was—didn’t stop with one comment. He didn’t make one nasty remark and shut the hell up like a man with survival instincts.
No.
He kept talking.
“Look at her,” he sneered, gesturing with one hand like he was pointing out a buffet item. “Look at the way her t**s bounce when she breathes. You sure she’s eighteen? Because f**k me, that body says porn star, not politician.”
I stiffened. My fingers curled so hard my nails dug into my palms. My stomach flipped. My jaw tightened. I didn’t look at Damon yet. I couldn’t. Because surely, surely he was about to shut this bastard down.
But no.
The man went on.
“She’s got the kind of mouth you grip the back of her head for. I mean damn. All that attitude? That heat? That mouth? You don’t crown bi
