~Lyra~
I didn’t even sit up.
Didn’t bother wiping the c*m off my thighs or pulling the sheets over my wrecked, twitchy, utterly defiled body.
I just held the phone to my ear with one hand, stared at the ceiling like I was God’s favorite disappointment, and let a smile slowly curl across my face.
“Oh my God,” I whispered sweetly into the receiver. “Marcus. What a surprise. Did your d**k finally get signal?”
He stuttered.
Actually stuttered.
Typical.
“I—uh—I just wanted to check on you. See how you were doing.”
“How I’m doing?” I purred, voice sticky with fake innocence. “That’s so sweet of you. Really. Because the last time we spoke, you called me useless. Remember that? Because I wouldn’t let you stick your pinkie-d**k in me in the backseat of your mum’s Corolla after youth servic
