Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 67.

~Damon~

"I should’ve bent you over the table that first night," I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip.

"Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s cock while Tasha was upstairs painting her fucking nails."

Lyra sobbed into the pillow.

Not from pain.

From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her pussy practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I fucked her like a monster.

Like it wouldn’t be the last.

"Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?" she whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they owed her something. Her back arched into me, ass bouncing with every thrust, voice cracking. "Why..oh fuck..why won’t you stop..your daughter’s outside..my best friend is outside.."

I should’ve stopped when she said it.

When her voice cracked beneath me, stuffed full of cock and shame, and she sobbed into the sheets.

"Your daughter’s behind that door... my best friend is behind the door..."

That should’ve been my fucking line.

My moment of restraint.

My sanity check.

But it wasn’t.

It was the trigger.

The thing that snapped the last thread of control inside me.

Because hearing her say that..my daughter’s best friend..while her pussy was choking my cock, while her body was dripping with my cum, while her ass was bouncing off my hips with every thrust.

It made me lose my fucking mind.

"You think I care about that?" I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back so I could see her face. Ruined. Drenched. Beautiful.

"You think I give a single fuck that you used to sit on the couch with her? That you braided each other’s hair and painted your fucking nails?"

My cock slammed in deeper.

She screamed.

"I don’t fucking care."

"I should," I growled, slamming forward again so hard the bed jerked beneath us, sheets soaked with sweat and slick and blood and everything I’d done to her body. "But I don’t. Because the only thing I see right now is a tight little cunt that was made for me."

"But..I am her best friend..

"Okay? And so fucking what," I spat. "Now you’re mine."

She choked on her moan.

I bent over her back, my chest slick against her spine, teeth dragging across her shoulder as my hand snaked down to grab her throat, tilting her face so I could whisper filth straight into her ear.

"I always wanted you, Lyra. Always. From the moment you walked into my house wearing that little school skirt like you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing to me."

She whimpered, hands fisting the sheets like she could anchor herself there.

"You’re legal now," I snarled. "And that means I can fuck you any goddamn way I want."

Slap.

I spanked her. Hard. Right on the curve of her ass.

She jolted. Screamed.

And her pussy fucking clenched around me like it agreed.

"You like that?" I hissed. "You like Daddy treating you like a fuck toy while your best friend is outside the door?"

"Y-yes," she sobbed. "Oh god, Damon—yes—I can’t stop—I don’t want to stop.."

"You’re not going to," I growled. "Because I’m not done with you."

"Daddy!" Tasha’s voice rang through the hallway, closer now. "Are you in there?!"

"Damon—fuck—she’s going to hear us—please—" Lyra whimpered, face red, sweat dripping from her temples as her legs started to give out beneath her.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her harder.

Held her down with both hands on her hips now, pounding into her like my cock was trying to carve its shape into her spine.

My knot had begun to swell—thick and brutal—pushing at the mouth of her pussy like it was ready to lock us together again.

"You’re going to take it," I groaned. "Every inch. Every fucking throb. Every ounce of cum I pump into this greedy little hole."

She sobbed into the pillow. "I’m already so full—Daddy—I can feel it—it’s leaking out—it’s too much—"

"You’ll fucking take it."

My voice wasn’t human anymore.

It was growled.

Dragged from the pit of my stomach.

A snarl soaked in obsession.

I didn’t care that she was crying.

Didn’t care that she was trembling.

Didn’t care that her cunt was red, raw, soaked in every last drop of cum I’d already spilled inside her.

She was still mine.

And she was still going to take more.

"You think this pussy gets to say no to me?" I hissed, driving forward again until my cock ground against the deepest part of her, the knot pressing harder against her opening. "You think this wrecked little hole gets to decide when it’s done being ruined?"

She whimpered into the sheets, trying to speak, but her voice broke into a moan the second I reached up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder.

Tears on her cheeks.

Drool down her chin.

Eyes glassy.

So fucking ruined.

So fucking perfect.

"Look at you," I growled. "Fucked stupid. Stuffed full. Tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat."

She moaned louder. "D-Daddy..please.."

"Don’t you fucking beg," I snarled, leaning in until my lips grazed her ear, breath hot, body heavy against her back. "You don’t beg. You submit. There’s a difference."

My hand slid down. Grabbed her throat. Not gentle.