Breed Me Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 312

~ Lyra~

“No,” I cried, my voice loud and broken, my body trembling so crazy.

“No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let me go, please, please, I am begging you, just let me go, why are you doing this to me, why are you obsessed with me, why me of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?”

“You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against me like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing me, Darren, it’s killing me.

“I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need help, you need chains, you need rehab, you need someone to rip this obsession out of you before it burns everything down!”

“You haven’t even known me for long, Darren, do you hear yourself right now? You don’t even know me, not really, not enough to be doing all these things to me, not enough to be this obsessed, not enough to be acting like you own me, and yet here you are laughing in the dark and naked in front of me and demanding that I look at you like this is normal, like this is supposed to make sense.

“What is it with you? What is wrong with you? Darren, do you even hear yourself? I am old enough to be your younger sister, do you understand that?

“Get that into your head, carve it into your skull, because that’s what I am in this entire insane situation, I am the girl you should see as family, not prey, not a toy, not something to twist into your fantasy. Let me be! Just let me fucking be!”

My wolf was pacing inside my chest, snarling, furious, ready to tear through me again, but Darren’s hand stayed hard on my jaw, his grip tightening until my teeth ached from the pressure.

And then his voice came down on me. “Don’t let me repeat myself. Fucking look at my dick.”

“Look at it,” Darren snarled, his other hand sliding down his stomach, wrapping around himself, stroking slowly as if to taunt me further, his eyes never leaving mine.

And I know you’re probably thinking why am I saying this, why am I begging, why am I giving him what he wants, but you don’t understand, you’re not here on this floor with my face trapped in his hand and his cock inches from me, hard and dripping, and you don’t know what it feels like to hear him say he wants to cover me in it like it’s some kind of crown.

You don’t know how it feels to be terrified and shaking and knowing this isn’t Damon but he looks like Damon, and that makes it ten times worse, a hundred times worse, because every line of him is familiar and yet every word out of his mouth makes me want to rip my ears off.

And I kept talking because I can’t stop talking when I’m scared. I can’t. ‘‘I’m looking, okay, I swear I’m looking, I see it, I see you, I see what you’re doing, I see your hand on yourself, I see your cock, I see it, are you happy now, are you satisfied, just don’t do what you said, don’t pour it on me, don’t humiliate me like that, I will never survive it, I will never come back from it, Darren please please please I’m begging you.” And Darren just laughed again, low and cold, his thumb digging harder into my chin to force my face toward him.

“That’s right. Keep those pretty little eyes on it. Watch me stroke it for you. Do you see how hard I am for you, kitten? Do you see how much I want to mark you? You keep begging like that and I might just reward you by letting you taste it instead of painting your face with it.”