Lily’s POV
My eyes were on the man in front of me, shirt half-buttoned, fingers flying across the keyboard like he hadn't just wrecked me thirty minutes ago. Like he hadn’t just pulled my soul from my body and kissed it back into my chest.
Larry.
The same man who used to shove me into lockers with that smug smirk on his face. The same man who once made me cry in the girls’ bathroom because he said I’d never be anything but a pathetic little blind rat.
Now?
Now I’d come apart around his c**k, screaming his name like it was the only language I knew.
Addiction? Yeah. This was it. This kind of craving didn’t go away. I was addicted to him, to the way he touched me, worshipped me, devoured me like I was sacred and sinful all at once.
Draco f****d me. Hard. Violent. Raw.
But Larry?
Larr
