Lyra
“I am free from you. And you have no say or control over my life anymore. So let me out of this car, or else—”
“Or else what?” he cut me off with another laugh, one that held no amusement. “I should let you out so you can go back there and allow those men to touch you? Hump you?”
His voice darkened.
“That man was humping you and you allowed it. He was touching you and you allowed it too. I saw him, you know.”
His voice suddenly dropped lower. Softer. Colder. He held my gaze for a heartbeat before letting his eyes drift down to my neck.
“I saw him put his filthy mouth on your neck and kiss it. I saw him kiss your thighs…your breasts…and you f*****g allowed it.”
What the—?
“Stop exaggerating. He didn’t do any of that.”
“I saw him, Lyra. I did.”
He leaned in close as he spoke.
