Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 302

Then there was another cry, high-pitched and breathless, followed by his voice again, louder this time. "Fuck, I love your pussy!"

My eyes flew open so fast it made my vision tilt sideways and for a second I thought maybe I was dreaming again because no way. No way this was real.

Everywhere was dark but not pitch black.

I blinked slowly, my lashes sticking together because everything hurt, my head pounding so loud it felt like a drum was inside my skull. At first, I thought maybe I was still dreaming or maybe I had died because I couldn’t see the trees anymore, couldn’t hear the wind, couldn’t feel the ground shaking with footsteps chasing me.

It would seem I was in a house.

A house.

Because the walls were right there. Actual walls. A ceiling above me. No stars, no forest.

How did I get here?

I shifted a little, slowly, because my body felt like it had been chewed up and spit back out, every muscle trembling like it wasn’t sure it could hold me together anymore.

I wasn’t outside anymore.

I was inside a house.

And that was when I heard it again.

The moans.

Wait hold up! That voice sounded exactly like Damon’s. What was happening!!! Am I hallucinating?

What the fuck was going on!

"Fuck yes right there keep taking it just like that you feel so fucking good I swear this pussy is going to kill me tonight because it is so tight and wet and greedy and you are clenching around me like you want every damn inch I have to give you."

"Oh my God yes fuck harder," the woman cried out. "Don’t stop don’t you dare stop!"

And then his voice answered her, deep and rough and so full of control. "I’m not stopping. You’re taking it all, every single inch, you hear me? This pussy’s mine tonight. Say it."

"It’s yours," she screamed back, and it ripped out of her like she didn’t even have a choice anymore, like he had fucked the words straight out of her throat and she was too far gone to hold them in.

"Louder," he snapped. "Fucking louder."

"It’s yours!" she sobbed, and it came out louder this time, a broken, messy scream that sounded like she didn’t even know if she was begging him to stop or to ruin her completely because it was both, it was everything, it was too much and not enough at the same time.

And the sounds just kept coming.

The bed..or maybe it was the floor or the wall or the entire universe, I could not even tell anymore was slamming in rhythm.

It was everywhere, in the air, in my head, in my chest because I could feel it like it was shaking through my bones, the sticky sound of skin colliding with skin so fast and hard I could hear how soaked she was for him.

"Take it," he ground out. "Take every inch like the perfect little slut you are. God, this pussy’s so tight. You like that, don’t you? You like me ruining you like this?"

"Yes yes yes don’t stop please don’t stop please don’t stop!" she screamed, her voice climbing higher and higher like she was about to break into pieces under him but wanted every second of it anyway, like she would die if he stopped now.

"Say my name," he growled, so low and dark and dangerous it made every single hair on my arms rise because I knew that voice, I knew it like I knew the sound of my own heartbeat, and it felt like someone had reached straight into my chest and started pulling pieces out of me one by one. "Say my fucking name while I fuck you."

"Damon!" she screamed, the sound ripping out of her like it was the only thing left in her lungs, like his name was the only word she even remembered anymore. "Damon oh my God Damon!"

And my whole body froze solid.

My Damon?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible because I watched him get stabbed, I watched him tell me to run, I watched the blood, I watched him go down, I heard the screaming, I saw it, I lived it, there is no way, there is no universe, there is no version of reality where Damon is here right now with another woman under him pounding into her like the world isn’t burning down around us.

This is just a sick joke.

It has to be.

It has to be my brain misfiring because I lost too much blood or because I hit my head too hard or because I am actually dying and this is my punishment for every bad thing I have ever done in my life because there is no other explanation that makes sense right now.

"Stop!" I screamed, and it came out cracked and messy because my throat was raw, my chest hurt, my head was spinning, and I could not take it anymore, I could not take one more second of his name spilling out of her mouth like she owned it when it was mine, it was mine, it was supposed to be mine. "Stop just stop stop saying his name just stop all of it stop please please stop!"

And I squeezed my eyes shut so tight it hurt because maybe if I could not see then it would stop, maybe if I could not hear then it would go away, maybe if I begged hard enough this whole thing would vanish and I would wake up in the woods again with the pain and the blood and the fear because anything was better than this.

"I’m cumming Damon oh God fuck baby I’m cumming," the woman cried out.

"That’s right, come for me, come all over my cock because after this I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re shaking and begging me to stop and even then I won’t stop, I’ll have you dripping down my face before I let you go."

This was torture.

I screamed. I didn’t even care how broken it sounded. "Whoever you are just stop stop it stop it right now please please just stop I can’t do this anymore I can’t listen to this I can’t breathe with this I can’t think straight just stop all of it stop please I am begging you stop!"