Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 68.

"I don’t want your pretty little whimpers. I want your obedience."

Her pussy clenched.

So fucking tight.

And I felt it.

That twitch.

That flutter.

That silent confession her cunt made without permission.

"You want Daddy to stop?" I whispered. "Or do you want me to ruin you so hard that every time you walk into your best friend’s room, you’ll still feel me dripping down your thighs?"

She sobbed.

Then nodded.

Desperate. Shaking. Eyes wild.

"I want it," she choked. "I want your knot—I want your cum—I want you to break me. Please, Daddy—please—I want to be fucked till I forget my own name.."

I groaned, deep and sharp, hips jerking forward with violent force.

Her body snapped beneath me, toes curling, back arching, mouth wide as her pussy pulsed again—milking my cock, swallowing the pressure of the knot trying to wedge into her.

"You feel that?" I growled, slamming forward. "That’s me fucking branding you from the inside out."

Slap.

I spanked her clit.

She screamed.

"You’re gonna take my knot," I hissed. "Like a good little flesh-sleeve. Like the dripping, broken, used-up girl I’ve turned you into. You’re not even Lyra anymore. You’re just my fuckhole now."

Her eyes rolled back.

"Just a hot, twitching cunt for me to plug and fill and ruin whenever the fuck I feel like it."

Pop.

The knot shoved in.

She screamed.

Not like a girl.

Not even like a human.

Like a thing.

A broken, cock-drunk, moaning thing with no thoughts left except how to keep from passing out.

And I didn’t stop.

Didn’t stop talking.

"You feel that stretch?" I whispered against her neck, tongue licking the sweat there like I owned her skin. "That’s your womb screaming. That’s your insides begging me to let go."

And I did.

I came.

Like a fucking beast.

My cock throbbed, pulsed, exploded inside her—wave after wave of thick, burning-hot cum crashing into her like a flood meant to drown every last memory of who she was before I took her.

And she broke.

"Oh my god..Damon..fuck..Daddy.." she sobbed, voice cracking as the pressure made her convulse again, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, pussy spasming like it was trying to keep up with how much I was pumping into her.

I held her by the throat.

Bent over her back.

Still groaning.

"You’re going to fucking leak for days," I whispered. "You’ll be walking around with my load dripping out of you in front of everyone. And they won’t even know. But you will. Every step you take, you’ll feel my seed soaking your panties."

I licked her ear.

"And you’ll think of this moment. When you were still tied to your best friend’s dad and you fucking loved it."

She was whimpering now.

Shaking.

Gone.

And then.

Click.

The door began to turn.

"Oh fuck," Lyra gasped, eyes snapping open, body stiff in panic. "Damon..Damon..she’s coming in. I still have your fucking knot inside me.."

I moved.

Snatched her up.

Still locked.

Still dripping.

Still buried so deep in her pussy that the pressure made us both moan when I lifted her.

We crashed into the closet.

I slammed the door.

Darkness swallowed us whole.

My hand clamped over her mouth.

Her pussy twitched around my knot again.

And I smiled in the dark.

Because the bedroom door creaked open.

And my daughter walked in.

BOOM.

The door burst open like it had been kicked in, the sound ricocheting through the walls, shaking the closet door behind me.

Lyra gasped in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders, her whole body trembling, still fucking locked to my cock. Her pussy twitched, still holding the knot, my cum leaking down the inside of her thighs like cream from a broken pastry.

We didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

I was still inside her.

Still throbbing.

Still dripping.

Still so fucking deep I could feel the echo of her pulse in my cock.

Outside the closet, her voice rang out..

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Tasha.

Her sneakers slapped the wooden floor as she stormed into the room, and then.

Silence.

Breathing.

A long, sick, awful pause.

"Oh my god."

The panic cracked through her voice like lightning.

"Wh-what is..what is this?"

She moved.

Running toward the bed.

And then I heard it.

The sound of her gasp.

The shuffle of sheets.

"Why is there blood?" she whispered..no, choked..like the sight had yanked the breath out of her lungs. "Why is the bed like this..oh my god—what the fuck..Daddy?!"

Lyra whimpered.

Her whole body jerked.

And I could feel her panic seeping through her sweat-slicked skin.

"Damon..."she breathed. "She’s going to see. She’s going to see us.."

I held her tighter.

Pressed her trembling body into my chest.

My cock still locked inside her.

Her cunt still stretching, gripping, soaking my knot in a slow, sinful pulse.

I could smell her.

Her arousal.

My cum.

The blood.

The sweat.

Tasha’s voice snapped again..it was louder now.

"Daddy! Where are you?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Whose blood is this?!"

"I’m gonna call you now," she said..

And just like that, her footsteps began to fade.

One after another.

Away from the room.

Away from the blood-soaked bed.

Away from the closet she was inches from opening.

I didn’t even blink.

Just listened.

To the click of her phone.

The slam of the front door.

Fuck.