Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 196

“You’re delusional,” she hissed. “You’re a fucking Omega in heat, and you let it ruin your brain.”

“No,” I snapped. “I let it free me.”

I stepped forward until I was right in front of her. My body was shaking. My cheeks were hot. My cunt was soaked. My heart was thundering so loud it felt like it echoed in my throat. And I didn’t care anymore if it was cruel. I didn’t care if she cried. I didn’t care if it destroyed us completely.

I wanted her to know.

“When he knots me,” I whispered, “I cry. I scream. I beg him to stay inside. I beg him not to pull out. I beg him to fill me so deep I can’t think for days. I thank him when he finishes. I wrap my legs around him and tell him I want more. And he gives it to me. Over and over and over again.”

Tasha’s breath hitched.

My eyes were glassy, my throat raw, but I kept going.

“You want to know how many times I’ve moaned his name in this house? You want to know how many nights I’ve bit down the pillow and came so hard I forgot my own? You want to know where he touched me the first time? Right here.” I grabbed my own breast, squeezing it through the fabric. “On the couch. With my shirt halfway off and his hand down my shorts. I came on his fingers while you were brushing your teeth.”

“Stop” she whimpered, but I didn’t let her.

“Then he fucked me against the bedroom wall,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “He pushed me up, pulled my panties aside, and shoved his cock so deep inside me I saw stars. And I loved it. Every second. Every thrust. Every knot. I loved it. I begged for it. I would do it again. Right now. In front of you.”

Tasha shook her head violently, hands shaking like she was about to lose control.

“You’re disgusting,” she whispered.

“No,” I said, “I’m just done hiding what I am.”

Her mouth opened to say something, but Damon’s voice suddenly growled low behind me, rough and final.

“That’s enough,” Damon growled from behind me, his voice low, brutal, and shaking the air like thunder. His fingers clenched tighter around my waist, like he was trying to hold me back before I went too far.

But I didn’t stop.

I turned my head, my eyes wide, my chest rising with sharp, ragged breaths, and I looked at him over my shoulder with the kind of heat that could ignite a city.

“No, Daddy,” I said, my voice sweet and venom-laced and soaked in fire. “It’s not enough. I want to make her understand. I want to make both of them understand exactly who the fuck I am.”

Tasha stepped back like I’d slapped her across the face with my words.

Camilla, still in the corner, looked up from her sobs, mascara streaked down her cheeks, lip trembling like I had just ripped her soul in half.

Yes, folks. I said my house. Because he made it mine the second he bent me over, pulled my hair back and whispered

“Let them hear, baby.” And I did. I screamed for him like I was born for it. Like my cunt was made for his knot.

You can’t erase that.

They can cry. They can scream. They can fall to their knees and beg for the version of him they used to have.

But he’s mine now.

And I don’t share. So I’d advise you buckle up your belt.

And hell, while you’re at it, slide a hand between your legs and rub that desperate little clit you’ve been neglecting.

Because remember that apology sex? Yeah I think I owe Damon one.