I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t beg.
“You’re not ready,” he said. “You think because you have t**s now, because your p***y leaks for me like a b***h in heat, that you can handle a man like me?”
I whimpered.
“You think I’m going to make love to you, Lyra?” he said. “Whisper sweet things while I fill you up?”
His voice turned colder.
“I won’t.”
He moved to the side, just enough so I could see the edge of his jaw, the muscles ticking as he stared down at me.
“You wouldn’t survive my c**k,” he said. “You’d cry the second I pushed in. You’d scream. You’d bleed.”
My legs gave a little. My knees nearly touched.
“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he growled. “You want to be broken. You want Daddy to split you open and mark you.”
I choked back another moan. My body was screaming for it.
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