Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 88

Lyra

I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets as his cock began grinding against every destroyed nerve inside me like he was punishing me for every sound I’d made on that call.

"I’m gonna make sure you sleep on time," he growled, thrusting harder, "after I fuck the attitude out of you."

My body jerked. The bed creaked. I couldn’t stop the broken noise that spilled out of my throat.

"I’ll supervise your studies," he hissed, snapping his hips into mine so hard I nearly screamed. "With your legs tied. Your pussy soaked. Your mouth stuffed so you don’t make noise while you revise." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I moaned into the mattress, my eyes fluttering, my pussy clenching like it was starving.

"I’ll discipline you," he went on, fucking harder now, rougher, using my body like it was his property and the world needed to know it. "Every time you lie to your mother. Every time you talk back. Every time you forget who owns this tight little cunt."

I couldn’t breathe.

My whole body was rocking into the bed with every brutal thrust, his knot dragging against the sore, overstretched edges of my pussy like it was meant to rip me open and fill me again.

"She thinks I’m protecting you," Damon grunted, gripping my hips tighter, dragging me back onto his cock like I was his own personal fucktoy. "But I’m not. I’m corrupting you."

He slammed into me.

I cried out.

"I’m destroying every innocent thought you’ve ever had," he hissed, his voice feral now, wild, filthy, dripping with heat and hunger. "And your fucking body loves it."

I did.

God help me, I did.

My pussy was clenching around him like it had been waiting for this all my life. My thighs were shaking. My nipples were throbbing. I was soaked, swollen, stretched, ruined. And he was fucking me through it like my soul belonged to him now.

"She just handed you over to me," he growled into my ear, fucking me so deep I sobbed into the pillow. "And I’m never letting you go."

Then he gripped the back of my neck, shoved me flat against the bed, and whispered the filthiest promise I’d ever heard in my entire ruined, shaking, overstimulated life.

"You’re mine now, Lyra. Every moan. Every orgasm. Every fucking inch of this tight little cunt. Mine to punish. Mine to train. Mine to breed."

And then.

"Lyra? Are you still there?"

My mother’s voice.

I wanted to die.

I wanted the earth to open up, swallow me whole, and bury me in the Mariana Trench with a plaque that said here lies the dumbest girl alive, who moaned on a call with her mother while getting knotted like a bitch in heat.

But I couldn’t move. Damon’s cock was still twitching inside me. His hand was still gripping my hips like he owned me. I couldn’t fucking move.

"Lyra, I’ll take that silence as a yes," she continued, voice tightening like she was switching into final-mom-mode. "So get ready, okay? Summer is about to end soon. I expect you to behave. No drama. No chaos. And please—Lyra, don’t cause trouble."

My lips parted.

"What?" I croaked, barely able to breathe. "Mum, you know—"

But she didn’t let me finish.

She didn’t let me beg.

She didn’t let me scream please don’t do this, please don’t leave me with him, please I’m being destroyed right now.

She just cut the call.

The line went dead.

Just like that.

Like my fate had been signed, sealed, and delivered right into the hands of the man still knotted so deep inside me my womb was fluttering like it wanted to be claimed.

"Fuck," I whispered. "No. No, no, no. No this is not happening. Oh my God. She hung up. She actually hung up. She didn’t even wait. She didn’t let me explain. She didn’t ask if I was sure. She didn’t even give me time to fake a seizure or scream or accidentally confess that I was being held hostage in a mansion with a dick too big to survive."

I was spiraling.

I was absolutely spiraling.

Because my mother—the same woman who once grounded me for two weeks for forgetting to soak the beans—just fucking dropped a life sentence on me and hung up like she’d ordered pizza.

And I was still face-down in a bed.

Still naked.

Still shaking.

Still split wide open with Damon Thornvale’s knot locked inside me like some demonic seal of ownership.

And now I was officially his.

Not just for the summer.

Not for a week.

But permanently.

For the rest of the school year.

"I’m going to die," I whispered into the mattress. "No actually. I’m going to disintegrate. I’m going to melt into this bed like a cursed candle and no one’s ever going to find my bones because you’re going to fuck me into extinction."

Damon just laughed.

Laughed.

Like this was hilarious.

Like my whole breakdown was the prelude to his fucking victory speech.

"She didn’t even say goodbye," I ranted, blinking hard as my eyes welled up, not from sadness but from complete mental combustion. "She didn’t ask if I needed pads. Or if I was feeling homesick. Or if the fan is still making weird ghost sounds at 2am. She just said behave and cut the call like I’m not currently being turned into a sex puppet by the man she just appointed as my guardian."

I looked back at him.

Wrong move.