Chapter 97

Lyra

"Turn around," he tells me, and when I do so, he makes me bend over his lap. His hand goes against my stomach and he presses it against my back, pushing it further down.

My face is burning, and I can't breathe; I don't know what he's planning to do to me. Not until I feel his palm against my skin. He caresses my cheeks and the inside of my thighs. The cold breeze makes me tremble.