Chapter 68 Back home

Chapter 68 Back home
Salvatore’s POV

They had been in there for two minutes.

Why could Lyra be in there for a whole two minutes?

I pushed Mia’s head away from my body. She was completely wasted.

I stood up from my seat and walked to the bathroom.

I pushed the door open. My heart dropped. Lyra was seated on the sink and Jackson stood between her legs, kissing her.

My eyes turned red. “Jackson!” I shouted, my voice echoing throughout the place.

Jackson looked at me and smiled. “Hey, cousin.”

I ran to Lyra and grabbed her, pulling her away from him and pushing her against myself. “Hey… Lyra, are you okay?”

She smiled, touching my face. “It’s you…” she giggled.

I looked up. Jackson stood holding her jacket in his hand. “You kissed her? How dare you kiss her!” I shouted.

He simply smiled and shrugged. “I like drunk Lyra. She’s a good kisser.”

I wanted to kick him to the ground and beat him until he couldn’t move, but Lyra could barely stand. I held her tighter and began to lead her out of the place.

“I wanna dance!!!” she shouted, her hand lifted to the roof.

“You are too drunk to dance,” I said.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the crowd. I watched as she began to jump around, throwing her hands in the air.

She turned her back to me and arched her back, her ass pressed against me as she began to twist her hips.

“Lyra…” I gripped her hips.

She reached behind and gripped my wrists, slowly whining her body against me. I had never seen her like this before — so carefree.

Her head flung back and rested on my shoulder. She continued to move her body, her ass directly against my dick. I could feel it harden as she danced against it.

She moved down, sliding her body back up as she pushed my dick up.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, gripping her tighter.

She turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed her buttocks with both hands as she moved side to side, grooving to the rhythm of the song.

“I like seeing you like this,” I said.

She smirked. “You are going to love me when we get back to the hotel.”

I raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I will…” she leaned closer, “…fuck you hard.”

My heart jumped. Watching her bite her lower lip, I had never seen this side of Lyra before. “You mean that?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

I smirked. “How hard?”

“You’ll scream.” She laughed.

Her hand pressed against my chest. She slid it down my pants until she groped my dick. “Very hard.”

She smiled and leaned all her weight against me.

“Are you tired? Do you want to go home?”

She nodded.

Without wasting time, I carried her in my arms and began to lead her outside to the car. I placed her in the front seat and wrapped the seat belt around her.

“Hey man?” I heard Jackson’s voice.

I turned to face him. “Are you taking her home?” he asked.

I ignored him and walked around the car to get in. He followed me and grabbed me. I didn’t hesitate. I clenched my fist and landed a hard punch on his face.

He looked shocked for a few seconds before he burst into loud laughter. “What? Because I kissed her? She wanted it too, bro…”

I cut him short by landing another hard punch on his face. He parted his lips and grabbed his jaw. “Fuck,” he cursed.

I pushed him off and got into the car.

Pulling out of the driveway, I began to drive home.

“Are we home yet?” Lyra groaned.

I placed my hand on her thigh and squeezed it. “Not yet, my love.”

I squinted, struggling to see the road through my headlights.

My head spun to her as I felt her hand grip mine. “Salvatore? It’s you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She parted her legs and slid my hand under. “Good… because I want you.”

As much as I wanted to touch her, I pulled my hand away. “When we get home.”

She removed her seat belt and adjusted her back against the door. She gripped her top and slid it down, revealing her breasts.

I gulped as I gazed at the beauty before me. “God have mercy,” I said under my breath.

I blinked, focusing on the road. She gripped one of her breasts and moaned loudly. That did it. I couldn’t ignore her anymore. I pulled the car over at the corner of the road and turned to face her.

“Fuck, Lyra…” I took off my seat belt and pushed my seat back. She quickly climbed on top of me, giggling loudly. I gripped her, looking up at her exposed breasts. I pulled her closer and pushed one into my mouth.

“Argh!!” she shouted loudly as I sucked. “…ummm, take off your…” Her words were cut short by a gag.

I pulled away. “Are you going to throw up?”

She shook her head, her face reddened as she placed her head on my chest. “I’m dizzy.”

“I know, I know.” I rubbed her back as I spoke. A few seconds passed and I gently lifted her off me. I placed her back on her seat. She had fallen asleep by now.

When we returned home, I carefully placed her on my bed and laid beside her.



That morning, immediately my eyes opened, I moved my head to face her. Our eyes met. She was already awake.

“Hey beautiful,” I whispered.

Her brow scrunched. “I remembered what happened yesterday. I’m so embarrassed,” she said.

I smirked. “I like seeing you like that.”

She pushed herself against me. “I’m never getting drunk again. My stomach feels like it’s turning inside out.”

I wrapped my arms around her. “It’s okay.”

I heard loud footsteps heading towards my bedroom door.

As the doorknob twisted and the door opened, I looked back to see who it was.