Lily’s POVMy 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 cock, 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 fucked me. Hard. Violent. Raw.But Larry?Larry made love to me. Like every moan was a secret. Every kiss, a confession. Every stroke, a vow.I wasn’t proud of being caught between two men. But I wasn’t going to lie to myself either. This wasn’t about ri
Larry’s POVShe was already naked when I walked into my office, sitting on my office desk like she owned the place. Like she owned me.And maybe she did.She was waiting for me... she knows exactly when my classes end.My breath caught the moment I saw her, legs parted, skin flushed, her heat practically fogging the air. There was nothing shy about her posture, nothing hesitant in the way she looked at me. Her gaze pinned me in place, full of hunger and command.She wasn’t asking.She was claiming.My cock throbbed at the sight of her, wet, open, and absolutely irresistible. But it wasn’t just the physical pull. It was the way she carried herself. The confidence, the power, the quiet storm in her eyes. She was turning into something fierce. Something unafraid. Something dangerous.And I loved every fucking second of it.But still, Draco had touched her. Taken her. Left his mark. I saw it in the way she walked, the bruises she didn’t bother to hide, the ache she tried to ignore. I knew
Lily's POV. "Don’t take anything from him again! That's how he plays, do not fall into his trap, i can give you anything you ask for but stop accepting his damn gifts!" Larry lashed out and I sighed, trying not to get angry. He has a point but my new set goals don't align with his point.Larry stood in front of me, jaw clenched, eyes flashing with that same fire I used to hate, only now, it was aimed in the wrong direction. At me.“Promise you won't take anything from him again! He lures you in with luxury, then chains you with guilt. Don’t fall into his trap, Lily!” he snapped, fists curled like he was trying to punch sense into the air.I sighed, arms folded as I leaned against the wall, trying to remain calm. “I’m not falling into anything. I’m just... adjusting.”“Adjusting?” He scoffed. “You sound like one of them. You sound like...”“Like someone who’s finally planning ahead?” I cut in sharply. “Someone who knows better than to depend on pity and promises?”He stilled.“I’m no
Lily's POV."You like them?" Draco asked, his voice deep but strangely unsure.I looked up at him, then slowly turned my gaze back to the mountain of luxury in front of me. My mouth was slightly parted, breath caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. The gifts were everywhere , spread across the bed, the floor, the table.On the bed lay two designer handbags, one Fendi and the other a limited-edition Louis Vuitton. Right next to them, a stack of velvet boxes held diamond-studded earrings, necklaces, and a wristwatch that looked like it could pay someone’s tuition for ten years. By the table, a pair of glossy black Louboutin heels rested on a custom-made shoebox, and behind that, a silk Versace gown still in its designer casing. A scent bottle I didn’t recognize sat beside it, Roja Dove. Rare. Exotic. The kind of fragrance you didn’t wear, you commanded.And outside the window, parked at the front porch like a quiet beast, was a sleek, midnight-black Lamborghini Huracán with
(Few weeks later)Lily's POV."I'm fine Larry and I'm not pregnant." I chuckled as I showed him the pregnancy test strip and he sighed in relief. Draco had been on me for a while now and not giving my body any rest but I always take care of myself, I can't allow myself to get pregnant, I have my school to finish."That's a relief." He smiled, patted my head and I looked at him with a smile. I never for once knew Larry could change and be this sweet, this man infront of me had bullied me blind, took away my virginity and.... God, he'd become the only person in this damn house who makes me feel like I still have a piece of myself left.He wasn’t perfect, far from it. But there were days, like today, where he sat beside me on the bathroom floor, watching me nervously wait for the results like it was his own life hanging in the balance. There were days where his hands didn’t reach for my body, but instead for my hand, my wrist, my trembling fingers. He still had the temper of a devil, bu
Lily’s POV"Draco... please, I need to go to school tomorrow." My voice was shaky but firm enough to draw a reaction.He was already halfway into undressing, the tailored suit he'd worn to his meeting now discarded on the floor. His hands were on the zipper of his pants, and his eyes, those maddeningly dark eyes, were locked on me like I was his next meal.Some crazy sex-hungry fiancé I have."I'm trying really hard not to touch you," he muttered, his jaw clenching, "but dammit, Lily… look at you."I didn’t need a mirror to know what I looked like. Silk robe clinging to my skin, hair still slightly damp from my bath, and exhaustion painting shadows beneath my eyes. He didn’t see the fatigue. He saw prey.He stepped closer and I took a careful step back. “I’m serious, Draco. I can’t keep skipping classes. I’ve missed too much already.”His brows twitched in irritation, but he kept walking toward me. “I don’t like sharing, Lily. School? People? Boys with staring eyes? No. I want you hom
Larry’s POV“Larry, what’s going on?”I didn’t look up right away. I heard the familiar clack of Monica’s heels hitting the floor, too loud, too entitled, too damn dramatic. Her perfume arrived before she did...loud, floral, suffocating. I let out a low sigh and leaned back in my seat, closing my laptop slowly before lifting my eyes to her.I shouldn’t have come to school today.I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone her.“What do you want, Monica? Don’t you have classes to take?” I asked, voice clipped. My headache from having too many classes was still lingering, and her voice was so fucking loud.“I’m your woman, Larry. You should treat me well. You ain’t even picking my calls anymore,” she snapped, arms folded, lips painted too red, attitude sharp as ever.I groaned and leaned forward again, rubbing the back of my neck. “I thought we ended things.”“We didn’t,” she hissed. “You just ghosted me like some coward. I’ve been with you since the start. And now that everyone
Larry's POV. "Where's Lily?" I asked her personal servant but she looks scared, "She wasn't in school today and her room is locked, where the fuck is she?"“Did you not hear me?” I repeated, my voice lower now, more dangerous. Agnes wouldn’t meet my eyes. She wrung her hands in that pathetic apron, trembling like I’d already slapped her.“She… didn’t go to school today, sir cause..,” she whispered, voice shaky. “She said she wasn’t feeling well.”“Unwell?” I took a step forward, towering over her. “Her room’s locked. No one's seen her all day. Try again.”She swallowed. Her lips parted, but nothing came out.That told me everything.She knew.But she was afraid to say it.And that fear?It wasn’t of me.It was of Draco.I turned away before I said something that would get her fired… or worse. My fists clenched at my sides as I headed down the hall. I passed two guards stationed near the East Wing door. They shifted uneasily, pretending not to look at me, but I saw it, the hesitation.
Lily’s POV“Are you okay, ma’am? Do you need anything more?” Agnes asked gently, her voice laced with pity as she set the breakfast tray down on the side table. Her eyes flicked to the bruises she was trying not to stare at my wrists, my neck, the base of my throat. All the places that told the story I was too exhausted to repeat.I gave her my best fake smile, the kind I’d mastered since entering this house. The kind that said I’m fine, even when my body screamed otherwise.“Since Draco’s gone for his urgent meeting,” I said softly, adjusting the blanket over my legs, “can you help me back to my room? My body aches... and please check the first aid box for pain relief. Anything that can help me move without feeling like I’m made of glass.”Agnes nodded quickly, her hands already wringing nervously. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll bring the balm and something to help with the swelling. And I’ll call for hot water.”“Thank you,” I whispered.She helped me sit up, and I bit down a wince as eve