Fuck, I knew this for sure…I was going to die. Absolutely going to die. Goodbye, cruel world. That’s it, I’m finished. Haha, just kidding. I mean I might still dead, but it’s the good kind of dead.
The kind of dead where your toes curl so hard you might snap a bone, the kind of dead where your vision goes white at the edges and your wolf is howling inside you like she just won the lottery.
I was dead on his dick. Truly, completely, helplessly dead. My wolf was rolling around inside me, screaming in triumph, yes, yes, yes, this is where we belong, this is what we were made for, this is what he was made for.
**Lily**
Do you know what is worse than being wrecked against a yacht wall by your best friend’s father until you thought your soul had permanently left your body?
Waking up the next morning and realizing you are still on the yacht, in his bed, and your entire body feels like it has been hit by a Daddy-shaped truck. .
My thighs ached so badly that I honestly thought I would never walk again, my hips were sore, my boobs were still tingling from the way he had mauled them, and my hair looked like a family of birds had built a multistory apartment complex inside it. I did not even want to glance between my legs because I was genuinely afraid smoke would come out.
I rolled over and groaned into the pillow, dragging it completely over my face as if that could erase my shame.
“Nope, not today. I am not alive. Lily has been officially canceled. Please reschedule my existence for never.” My voice sounded like gravel, scratchy and broken, and I knew it was because I had screamed his name so many times last night my vocal cords had probably filed for divorce.
Of course, because the universe takes sick pleasure in humiliating me. His voice came in like he had not just committed a federal crime on my body. “Up.”
I froze under the pillow. It was Connor. Of course it was. He sounded like a man who had just gone for a pleasant jog, maybe drank coffee, maybe read the paper, while I sounded like a dying lawnmower left in the rain.
My traitor brain immediately played the highlight reel of last night, the growl in my ear, his hand clamped over my mouth, the wall, the blood, every filthy second of it and I almost choked on air.
I shoved my face harder into the pillow like maybe I could suffocate fast enough to avoid the shame of existence. “I am dead,” I croaked into the fabric.
“You killed me. Congratulations, Connor. Please bury me at sea with a cute bikini on. Do not put me in one of those ugly funeral dresses. I want to look hot.”
The pillow was ripped right out of my arms with one rude, effortless tug. Sunlight smacked me in the face, and I squinted up to see him standing there, shirtless, broad shoulders gleaming in the morning light, sweatpants hanging so low I could see the sharp V of his hips.
My uterus clapped like a fangirl at a concert. My wolf wagged her tail so hard she nearly broke my ribs, chanting Daddy, Daddy, Daddy inside my head like she had joined some weird cult.
“Lily.”
I tried to sit up too fast and immediately squeaked in pain. My thighs trembled, my spine protested, and I collapsed back down onto my hands.”
“See this? Look at me. I am fragile now. My organs are rearranged. My spine is a question mark. Do you feel good about yourself, Daddy Wallbanger?”
He had the audacity to smirk, like he was proud of the damage. “You will live.”
I slapped the sheet tighter against my chest, my face burning so hot I thought it might combust. “I cannot believe I said Daddy out loud last night. Not once. Not twice. At least a hundred times. I said it like it was my job. I want to launch myself overboard and let the sharks finish me.”
Connor leaned down, one strong hand braced against the mattress, and my breath caught in my throat. His lips brushed against my ear when he spoke, and the heat of it shot down my spine until
I was trembling all over again.
“You will be saying it again before breakfast.”
My jaw dropped open in pure horror. My cheeks went nuclear red, and the only thing that flew out
of my mouth was, “Breakfast? Who thinks about eggs after last night?”
“Breakfast?” Connor repeated, and I hated the way his mouth curved like he was laughing at me without actually laughing.
He leaned back slightly, his eyes dragging over me like I was some delicious mess he had personally created, which, unfortunately, I was.
“You are lucky I am even letting you get out of this bed. You should still be flat on your stomach, moaning into my pillow, begging for mercy.”
My face was so hot I thought it would peel off.
He tilted his head slightly, watching me with this dangerous amusement that made my whole body quiver. “So tell me, Lily,” he said in that husky tone, “how do you feel?”
How do I feel? I felt destroyed. I felt like my body was no longer mine. I felt like someone had wrung me out like a sponge and left me to dry on the deck rail. But of course, because I cannot shut up even when silence would save me, my mouth started running faster than my brain.
“How do I feel?” I repeated, throwing my hands up. “I feel like my legs have filed a complaint to HR. I feel like my spine is never going to forgive me. I feel like I might need crutches. I feel like every time I blink I see your stupid smirk burned into the back of my eyelids. That is how I feel. And do not even get me started on my wolf. She is still screaming at me like I should tattoo Daddy across my forehead.”
His smirk deepened, which made me want to throw the pillow at his face. But then his gaze shifted, and I followed it, confused, until I saw where he was looking.
The sheets.
My stomach dropped straight through the mattress.
There it was, right under me. A dark, undeniable stain spread across the pristine white sheets. Blood. My blood. From last night.
My chest seized so hard I could not breathe. My wolf went silent inside me, ears flat, and my throat closed. The sting in my eyes came too fast to fight, and before I knew it my vision blurred. My hands clutched the sheets desperately, my words tumbling out of me so fast they tangled together.
“Oh my God, oh my God, Connor, I am so sorry. I stained your bed. I did not mean to, I swear I did not mean to. Please do not be mad. I was not thinking, I should have known, I should have stopped,
I should have-“
The tears broke loose and rolled hot down my cheeks. I could not stop them no matter how hard I tried. My voice cracked, high and frantic, my chest heaving as the apology spilled out of me over and over. “I ruined it, I ruined your sheets, they are ruined because of me. I am disgusting. I swear I will clean it. I will scrub it, I will throw them overboard if you want, do not care. Just do not hate me for this, please, Connor, I am sorry, I am sorry.”
I buried my face in my trembling hands, my whole body shaking, my words spiraling so fast I could not catch them.
“I never wanted you to see me like this. I never wanted you to see me bleed. I feel like I broke something, like I broke everything. Oh my God, I am so stupid, I should not have-“
I am disgusting,” I kept babbling, my words tripping over themselves so fast I could not stop them.
“I should have known. I should have been careful. I cannot believe I ruined your bed. They are white sheets, Connor, white, and now they look like a crime scene because of me. Do you hate me now? You probably hate me. I would hate me. I do hate me. Oh my God, I ruined everything.”
His hand caught my wrists so fast I gasped, and he yanked them down from my face with a force that made my breath lock in my chest. His eyes pinned me in place, hard and blazing, and for a second I forgot how to breathe at all.
“Shut up,” he growled, and my whole body froze.
I blinked at him, trembling, my lips still parted from my rush of apologies. His grip was iron on my wrists, unyielding, holding me in place like he was nailing me to the moment so I could not run from it.
Then his voice dropped lower, so low it slid right into my stomach and curled there like fire. “You think I am angry about this?” His eyes flicked down at the sheets, then back to me, darker, hungrier, rougher than anything I had ever seen. “You think blood makes me hate you?”
My throat bobbed hard, my chest heaving as I tried to swallow air.
He leaned closer until his mouth was almost against my ear, his words hot enough to burn.
“That stain is proof, Lily. Proof that I was the first to break you. Proof that I ruined you before anyone else could even dream of touching you.
“Every drop of that blood belongs to me now, just like the rest of you does. And fuck-” his growl cracked through me, sharp and raw, “-you have no idea how hard it makes me knowing you marked my bed like this.”
His hand stayed tight on my chin, his stare dark and heavy, and then his voice came out low and commanding in a way that left me trembling. “Look down.”
Every part of me screamed not to, but my eyes dropped anyway, and the second they did my breath caught.
The outline of his cock was pressed hard against his sweatpants, so thick and heavy that the fabric stretched dangerously like it might split open.
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