Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 168

I groaned low in my chest, the sound spilling out between clenched teeth.

I pressed her harder against the wall and dropped my forehead to hers.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking while I crushed his cock in my hand?” I asked her, my voice tighter now, slower, like a threat wrapped in velvet. “I was thinking about the way you moan when I take you from behind. I was thinking about the sounds you make when I bite the back of your neck and tell you not to come until I say so. I was thinking about how your little body fits against mine, how your thighs shake after I’ve been inside you for too long, and how much I want to see you that desperate again.”

She whimpered, and her hips arched forward.

I kept going.

“I was thinking about how easy it would be to take you right here. With blood still on the floor. With the smell of his piss and your heat choking the walls. I was thinking about lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the side, and sinking into you so slowly you’d cry.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’d beg me not to stop,” I said. “And I wouldn’t. Not until your knees gave out. Not until you forgot that anyone else existed. Not until every part of you remembered who you belong to.”

She nodded frantically.

“Say it, kitten,” I demanded. “Say who you belong to.”

“You,” she gasped. “I belong to you.”

I smirked and kissed her jaw, slow and possessive.

“You’re goddamn right you do.”

I slid my hand down between her thighs, pressed my palm against the heat soaking through her panties, and growled into her neck.

“You’re dripping.”

She moaned.

“I should fuck you against this wall,” I murmured, grinding my palm harder. “I should bend you over the blood trail and make you scream into the tile. I should keep you right on the edge, keep you shaking, keep you begging until the only name you know is mine.”

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”

Her voice came out in a breathless gasp, so honest it cracked.

“I want your cock,” she whispered. “I want Daddy’s cock. I want you to fill me. Please.”

I smiled. Not soft. Not sweet. The kind of smile that only meant one thing-she was mine now.

I leaned in slowly, brushing my lips across her jaw as I whispered into her skin.

“You want me to fuck you with blood still drying on my hands?” I said. “You want to be bent over the same floor where I tore his cock apart, your panties down, your skirt up, while I fill you so deep your heat doesn’t know what hit it?”

Her moan was all the answer I needed.

I dragged my hand down her body, grabbed her by the hips, and turned her around, pressing her chest to the lockers with both palms flat against the metal.

“Good girl,” I growled, sliding behind her. “Now stay right there and don’t move unless I tell you to.”