Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 122

Lyra

That word that always made my knees wobble a little, that always made my body react before my brain could catch up. But this time? It didn’t melt me. It didn’t make me feel soft and owned and wanted. This time, it pissed me off.

I crossed my arms, staring up at him like I could burn a hole straight through his skull with just my eyes.

"Don’t do that," I said, voice tight. "Don’t you dare pull that calm, sexy, I’m-in-control-of-everything tone with me right now, Damon. I’m not some dumb little girl you can just pat on the head and fuck back to sleep."

He blinked at me slowly, like I was some cute kitten having a tantrum. But I wasn’t cute right now. I was shaking. I was burning. I was one breath away from losing my goddamn mind.

"Who were you talking to?" I demanded. "And don’t you fucking lie to me, Damon. I swear to God, I heard it. It was a woman’s voice. She was screaming at you. Loud. Angry. Possessive. Like she knew every inch of this house, every inch of you."

He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.

"No. Let me finish. She said something about dripping in cum. About a bed. She was asking if someone was still bent over. Like what the actual hell, Damon? Are you fucking someone else? Is that what this is? Was she talking about me?"

I was breathing hard now, and I didn’t even care that my voice cracked on that last word. I wasn’t done.

"She said she was coming back. She said she was going to shove a pipe up someone’s pussy and watch her bleed. I heard it, Damon. I heard her. And I don’t know if she was just crazy or if she was serious or if she was about to show up here with an actual pipe, but what I do know is that you stood in there and you let her say all that shit and you didn’t once tell her to fuck off or hang up. And why the fuck would you have that kind of conversation with any woman at this time of the day—or ever, for that matter?"

He didn’t answer.

He just looked at me. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

And then.

He laughed.

Slow at first. Deep. Rich. That dark kind of laugh that wasn’t funny at all but still sounded like it came from somewhere inside his chest, like whatever was going on in his head had officially short-circuited and now he was just laughing to keep from snapping.

I blinked.

What the fuck?

"Are you—" I started, then stopped. "Wait. Are you laughing right now? What’s so funny? Seriously, Damon. What the fuck is funny? Am I a joke to you? Do I look like a fucking clown standing here with cum still drying between my thighs while you laugh after taking a call from a literal psychopath who wants to commit pipe-related homicide?"

He stopped laughing as he smiled.

"Oh, kitten," he said, reaching out and brushing his knuckles along my cheek like I hadn’t just gone nuclear with questions. "It’s nothing, okay? You don’t need to worry. It was just my friend’s wife."

I blinked.

His friend’s wife?

That didn’t sound right. I tilted my head to the side like maybe my ears weren’t working properly, like maybe there was some hidden meaning in those words that I wasn’t catching because my brain was still trying to piece everything together.

"Wait—huh? Your friend’s wife?" I repeated slowly, narrowing my eyes because that explanation sounded suspiciously convenient. "That’s... strange."

He chuckled again, but this time it was softer, like he thought I was being adorable instead of annoying, which made me want to throw something at him but also maybe pull him into bed and bite his shoulder at the same time.

"Yes," he said, stepping closer, his palm sliding around my waist like he hadn’t just been on the phone with a woman threatening murder five seconds ago. "He cheated on her with a blondie. A random girl from the club. She was just ranting to me about what she’d do to the girl if she ever saw her again. Nothing to worry about. Dramatic wives, you know how it is."

His fingers skimmed the curve of my hip through his shirt and his mouth tilted in that stupidly sexy way that made it hard to stay mad.

"Fuck, you can be cute sometimes. Do you know that? My little angry bird."

My mouth fell open slightly.

Excuse me?

Angry bird?

I stared up at him, half annoyed, half flustered, half ready to combust because I still had questions but now his hands were doing that thing again, and suddenly it was really hard to think straight.

"Oh, is that so?" I said, dragging the words out like honey, trying to sound unimpressed even though my heart was beating like I’d swallowed a thunderstorm.

"Then it’s fine." I gave him a little pout and hit my lips with my index finger slowly like I was sealing the deal, but my eyes were still fixed on him suspiciously, like I wasn’t one hundred percent convinced.

He grinned at that. Like he knew I was only pretending to let it go.

But I did. Kind of.

Because then he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, his hand sliding up under the shirt—his shirt—that barely covered my thighs.

"Why don’t we continue from where we stopped, huh baby?" he whispered, his voice laced with heat, fingers brushing dangerously close to the space between my legs. "I still remember how you were moaning before i went into the bathroom "

Oh fuck.