DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 3

Taking her Innocence 3

Lila

His sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, dark hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it, eyes a piercing storm-gray even in the dim light. Straight nose, full mouth pulled tight in pleasure, brows drawn together in concentration. He was built like the cowboys in old movies—wide shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, abs cut deep, every line of him hard-earned muscle from years of real work. A faint scar ran across one pec. His chest rose and fell fast, skin gleaming faintly with sweat.

And his hand never stopped moving, slow and firm, like he didn’t care, or hadn’t decided yet if I stayed or ran.

Our eyes locked. His didn’t widen in shock. Didn’t flinch. They just darkened, pupils blowing wide as he took me in, standing there in my thin sleep shorts and tank top, phone light shaking in my trembling hand, mouth open like an idiot.

Poor me, and my fragile mental health.

I’d just walked in on my uncle jerking off on my very first night here. Heat flooded my face, my chest, lower—shame and something else I didn’t want to name. My legs felt rooted to the floor.

I should scream, apologize and run, but I couldn’t move.

And Ryder… he still didn’t stop. It was as if he had been waiting for this his whole life. His gaze raked over me once, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing the way I looked frozen in his doorway.

Then his lips curved, just barely. Not quite a smile.

More like a predator realizing the prey had walked straight into his den. My eyes went down slowly to his inhuman cock which he hadn’t still let go of.

A beat of silence stretched, heavy and electric.

Then the corner of his mouth lifted, just a flicker, and he let out a low, rough scoff.

“Haven’t you seen a man’s cock before, Lila?” he asked. “Or do you expect me to cover up? Shouldn’t you take your eyes off?”

The word hit me like a slap, crude and deliberate. Heat exploded across my cheeks, down my neck, pooling low in my belly. I couldn’t breathe right. My phone light shook harder in my hand, the beam jittering across his bare chest, the sharp cut of his abs, lower…

I tried to speak. Nothing came out at first. My throat was dry, tight.

“I—” I swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room. “I thought this was the bathroom. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

My eyes betrayed me, dropping again before I could stop them. It looked so foreign. Thick, heavy, standing straight out from his body in a way the blurry clips on my phone never quite captured. The skin was darker there, stretched tight, veins tracing along the length, the head flushed and slick at the tip. It twitched slightly under my stare, like it knew I was watching.

I’d never seen one in real life. Not this close. Not hard and real and attached to a man who was breathing slow and steady while I stood frozen like an idiot.

“Lila? You should give me privacy,” Ryder snapped, already getting impatient. Ryder too just watched me, patient, like a wolf waiting to see if the rabbit would bolt. He didn’t even hide or turn away, at least.

My phone flashlight shook in my hand, the beam dancing wildly over his bare skin before I could steady it. I couldn’t look away. Not from his face, not from his chest, and definitely not from… that.

Ryder’s eyes narrowed a fraction, the amusement fading into something else. He shifted his weight, glancing toward a folded towel on the desk chair like he was finally going to cover himself.

My mouth moved before my brain caught up.

“Wait. Can I… touch it?”

The words tumbled out soft, breathless, almost curious instead of horrified. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

He stopped, his hand hovering near the towel. His gaze snapped back to mine, sharp and searching.

I swallowed hard, cheeks burning so hot I thought I might actually catch fire. “I just… I heard somewhere that if you touch it, it… does this thing. Like magic or something. I wanted to see if it’s true.”

It sounded ridiculous the second it left my lips. Something I’d overheard from giggling friends or read in a stupid online thread late at night. I hadn’t even meant to say it out loud.

Ryder’s brow lifted slowly. He let his hand drop away from the towel.

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