Warning: For matured readers only This story is not for the faint of heart. It’s dark, twisted, and drenched in betrayal, power, and taboo cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, possessive alpha, forbidden love, best friend betrayal, emotional manipulation, dominance, and raw desire. If you want soft, sweet love stories? This isn’t it. But if you’re ready for a ruthless Alpha who doesn’t ask permission and a girl who should’ve known better but couldn’t stay away.. Then welcome to your next addiction. I came for the summer. To relax. To spend time with my best friend. Not to fall into the arms of her father. But the second Alpha Damon looked at me, I knew I was in trouble. He didn’t see me as a guest. He saw me as his. To control. To ruin. To claim. Now I can’t breathe without thinking about him. I can’t sleep without feeling the imprint he left on my skin. He’s not hiding me anymore. He wants the world to know I’m his. I was innocent. I was hers. Now I belong to the man who was never supposed to touch me.
더 보기~Lyra~
I never intended to fuck my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids with my legs spread and my fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry. Because every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room. Damon Thornvale. Alpha. Billionaire. Beast in human skin. And the man who made me cum for the first time without ever touching me. I used to touch myself to the sound of his footsteps. The deep rumble of his voice. The way he said my name..Lyra..like he owned it. Like he owned me. And maybe he did. I was a bit younger the first time I came thinking about him. I can’t remember what age but I know I was fully aware of how I felt. Locked in Tasha’s bathroom with the lights off, panties pulled to the side, my back arched and my face buried in a towel so no one could hear me moan. I’d seen him shirtless that day. Just once. A glimpse in the hallway. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his chest rose when he breathed. The cut of his hips. The way he’d looked at me..like he knew. Like he knew I was already wet. That I was already his. I bit down on the towel and shoved two fingers inside. I came in thirty seconds. And then again. And again. I was addicted. To a man twice my age. My best friend’s father. A god among monsters. And I didn’t give a fuck. Every summer I spent at Thornvale, I watched him. In silence. In secret. My legs always crossed. My panties always damp. Because even as a teenager, I understood what Damon Thornvale was. He wasn’t just off-limits. He was forbidden. Sin with a cock the size of my fucking forearm and a voice that made my pussy flutter. He wasn’t mine. But I wanted him to ruin me. I didn’t want gentle. I didn’t want slow. I wanted him to bend me over the dining table while the maids watched. I wanted him to fuck me in the shower loud enough for Tasha to hear. I wanted him to make me scream “Daddy” while he filled me so full I couldn’t walk. I didn’t want to be loved. I wanted to be used. And now? I’m eighteen. Legal. Fuckable. And back in the place that started it all. Thornvale Estate. Where the walls remember every wet dream. Where the floors remember every barefoot sprint toward the room I wasn’t allowed near. Where the scent of him still lingers—cigars, blood, sweat, and sex. The gates closed behind me with a sound that made my spine stiffen. Clang. Like a coffin. I clutched my bag tighter. “LYRA!” Her voice cracked the thoughts in my head And then she was there..Tasha Thornvale, my best friend, in all her chaotic, sun-drenched glory. Blonde hair wild. Lips glossed. Legs long and bare in tiny pink shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin. She ran down the steps barefoot, boobs bouncing like they were trying to escape her tank top. My mouth dried. Her tits were bigger than last year. Full. Round. Perfect. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course she wasn’t. Her nipples were hard from the wind and her grin was wicked. “My Goddess, you look grown!” she squealed, grabbing me in a hug that smelled like perfume, pool chlorine, and secrets. Her tits pressed right up against mine. “You’ve got boobs now!” I laughed. Blushed. Tried not to stare at the way hers bounced when she pulled back and threw her arms wide. “What? Last year you were flatter than my iPad. Now look at you!” She twirled in place like a drunk fairy, then wiggled her ass with a playful slap. “You’re gonna make my life hell, aren’t you?” “Shut up,” I muttered, heat rising in my cheeks as I tucked a curl behind my ear. But I was smiling. Because for a second, it almost felt like we were still girls. Still sneaking wine from the cellar. Still peeking into forbidden halls. Still pretending we didn’t know what lived behind that door at the end of the west wing. “Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the mansion. “Daddy redid the whole house. It’s insane now.” Her tits bounced with every step. Her shorts rode higher with every swing of her hips. “Like… leather couches. Marble floors. New guards who look like they fuck with their guns still strapped on.” I blinked. “Sounds… intense.” “You have no idea.” She tossed her hair. “Couches so deep you’ll drown in them. And the pool…” She stopped walking, turned, grabbed her tits, and jiggled them. “The pool is so sexy, it made my nipples hard.” I choked. “Tasha…” “I mean look!” she laughed, cupping her boobs and squeezing. “Permanent diamonds, babe. Daddy made it ‘aesthetic’ or whatever. Black tiles. Underwater lights. No rules. I gave a blowjob on a floaty last week. You’re gonna have the best fucking summer.” Jesus. Her laugh rang through the courtyard as she pulled me toward the looming black estate. Thornvale. Three stories of danger dressed in sharp angles. There were guards by the door. Big. Unsmiling. Watching. I felt their eyes skim my legs. My chest. My face. I didn’t look back. Because I already knew where the real threat was. Inside. The front doors opened with a sound like breath being sucked from a grave. Cold air hit my skin and made my nipples peak beneath my hoodie. The atmosphere had a Mint. Smoke. Leather smell. And something darker. Alpha. Him. I clenched my thighs. No. Not now. Not in front of her. But Goddess, the house smelled like him. Like his sheets. Like sweat and sex and blood. I followed her deeper. Past the chandeliers. Past the black carpets. Past the oil paintings of wolves with blood dripping from their jaws. “This place isn’t a house,” I whispered. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “It’s a fucking kingdom,” I finished. Tasha smirked. “Yeah. And Daddy’s the king. Which means you better behave.” She winked, licking gloss off her bottom lip. “Unless you want him to punish you.” My knees almost buckled. She didn’t mean it like that. But my cunt clenched anyway. She opened a door. “This is your room.” The space was unreal. Creams. Silks. Candles. Big bed. View of the courtyard. Everything was giving luxury. And that was when I saw him. Through the window. Sword in hand. Shirtless. Muscles glistening in the sun like oil poured over rage. Damon. Alpha. King of this fucking nightmare. His body moved like a weapon. Every strike of the sword brutal. Every twist of his torso pornographic. I bit my lip so hard it bled. Then he turned. And he saw me. Our eyes locked. Blue. Fucking blue. Like frostbite. Like punishment. And then. He smiled. Not warm. Not kind. But cold. I stumbled back from the window like I’d been yanked by the soul. My thighs were soaked. My chest was heaving. My panties were fucking ruined. “Tasha…” I rasped. She didn’t answer. I turned. She was gone. Gone. Like the house had swallowed her whole. And now? Now I was alone. With his scent crawling up my spine. With my pussy clenching like it was begging for a cock I hadn’t even seen yet. With the ghost of that smile dragging me down to my knees. I backed away from the window. I needed to breathe. I needed to change. I needed to get my fucking fingers inside me before I screamed. Because if Damon Thornvale didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to go insane. And the worst part? I’d let him. Gladly. I reached between my legs. Just to check. I was dripping. Fuck that was fast. And he hadn’t even laid a fucking finger on me. Not yet. But he will. Because this summer? I’m not leaving Thornvale untouched. He’s going to fuck me. Knot me. Breed me. Make me scream his name with tears on my cheeks and his cum pouring out of me in thick, endless waves. And when it’s over? I’m going to crawl back for more. This is not a story. This is a warning. You’re about to enter a world where girls get on their knees for their best friend’s Daddy and beg to be used like filthy, desperate sluts. If you don’t want to cum? Put this book down. Because by the time Damon’s done with me? You’ll be soaked too.My whole body snapped. It was like something exploded inside me. My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that I cried out. My legs shook like they didn’t belong to me. My stomach spasmed, and then it happened—I squirted. I fucking squirted. Not just once. Not a little. It gushed. Out of me. All over his face. Soaking him. Covering his mouth. Splashing down his neck and chest like I was marking him. And I was still cumming. My clit throbbed so violently it hurt. My head dropped back, and I moaned through the cloth, loud and choked and wrecked. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t even see. But Damon wasn’t done. His grip on my thighs tightened like he felt it too—like the gush of slick across his tongue made him insane—and I heard his voice growl against my cunt like he was trying to breathe through it. “Don’t cum yet,” he snarled, low and vicious and soaked in my taste. “Fucking hold it.” And then he moved. Fast. Too fast. He flipped me. Just like t
~Lyra~ “I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. “I can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop.. My hands flew to my mouth. Both of them. I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me. I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity. And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh-my-God-I’m-not-ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it. But then he pulled away. Just for a second. And I nearly screamed from the loss. He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soaked in me, his eyes dark and wild and full o
“Do you know what that did to me?” I gasped, my chest pressed to his, my eyes wild. “Do you know what it felt like to see her touch you? To see her kiss you? I felt like I was dying. I felt like I was nothing. Like you’d used me and I was just—God—I was just some little toy you kept warm while she was gone.” His jaw tightened. I didn’t stop. “I hated you,” I whispered. “I hated you for letting her touch what you just filled. For letting her lay her hands on what’s mine. I hated you so much it made me cry like a stupid little girl who gave her heart to a man twice her age and thought it would matter.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck and I gasped. “I lied because you matter more than anything,” he said, low and guttural and wrecked. “I lied because I couldn’t fucking survive losing you.” And then I snapped. I shoved him backward. Shoved him until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell, and I climbed straight onto him like I didn’t care anymore. Like I didn’t
~Lyra~ “I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only remembers me. My skin. My pussy. My fucking sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across the bed just to bury your face in me like you can’t breathe without it.” He growled again. I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through me like thunder. And then—his voice. Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make me clench before he even finished speaking. “Say it again,” he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. “Say you want to be the only thing I taste, kitten.” “I want to be the only one,” I cried, “the only fucking one. I want your mouth soaked in me until nothing else exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth just to prove it. I want you to choke on how much you need me. I want you ruined.” “Fuck,” he growled, and his voice dropped even lower, his hand sliding down between my legs, cupping
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. My whole body froze. Everything inside me just—short-circuited. Like someone unplugged my brain and poured lava into my bloodstream instead. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My wolf was already whining in the back of my mind, already clawing at the inside of my ribs like she needed to obey him, like she wanted to sink to her knees and purr for him like we weren’t just crying five seconds ago. I stared at him. My lips parted. My heart was slamming so violently I swear I could hear it echoing inside my head. “Don’t,” I whispered, even though my feet were already moving, even though the sheet I was clutching started to slip from my chest, even though my body was already burning for him again. “Don’t say things like that, Damon. Don’t call me that. I’m mad at you. I hate you. I hate what you did—” “Kitten,” he said again, slower this time, his voice thick and broken and dark enough to make my knees go soft, “come. Here.” I couldn’t resist. I d
~Lyra~ “Don’t,” I said, and my voice was already shaking. My hands were shaking. My whole fucking soul was shaking. “Just—don’t. Don’t come in here, Damon. Don’t you dare walk into this room like you have the right. Like you can just show up and fix it with that stupid face and those quiet eyes and that I’m-so-calm bullshit you do when you know you’ve already ruined me.” He stepped forward again, but I snapped backward so fast my foot hit the edge of the bed frame and I winced. I didn’t even care. “I’m serious,” I said, my voice rising, filling the space between us like a scream held in a cage. “Don’t. Don’t even try to act like you didn’t just let her touch you. Because I saw it, Damon. I saw it with my own two eyes, okay? I stood there like a goddamn idiot and watched her kiss you. And you let her. You didn’t push her away. You didn’t say stop. You just stood there.” My throat burned. My lips were trembling. My heart was slamming so violently inside my chest that I was sur
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