Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 216

“This bitch.”

I turned my head slowly, eyes narrowing with every second that passed, until I saw her standing there in the doorway like a fucking storm.

Camilla.

Of course.

Her hair was wild. Her eyeliner smudged. Her skin pale and sweaty, her pupils so wide they looked like ink had spilled across her eyes.

Her mouth was curled into a twisted little smile, but her hands were shaking, and she had that look-the one I’d seen before. Too many times.

“Camilla,” I said slowly, my voice low and sharp. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer at first.

She laughed.

Not a normal laugh.

It was brittle. The kind of sound you hear when something is unraveling at the seams and trying to pretend it’s fine. “Who gave you the right to come here?” I asked again, stepping in front of Lyra now, not to cover her, but to confront the disrespect. “Huh? Who the fuck told you you could walk into my house without knocking, without being invited?”

Camilla just tilted her head and giggled again.

Then she reached into the pocket of her coat, pulled out a small bag of white powder, and without hesitation, she opened it, sniffed hard, and threw her head back.

Her entire body jerked like it was trying to snap itself into reality. She smacked the side of her own head like she was trying to beat the high into her bloodstream.

Oh damn she’s back to taking drugs.

Behind me, I felt Lyra flinch.

Camilla stared at me with wide, glassy eyes.

“You fucking bastard,” she spat, stumbling forward now, her voice cracking at the edges. “You were going to fuck her, weren’t you? You were about to have your mouth all over her before I walked in.”

She took another step.

“Damon,” she screamed suddenly, her voice raw and broken. “Why can’t you fucking love me?”

Her hand flew to her face again. She sniffed, loud and messy, and rubbed her palm over her nose like it would erase the shame bleeding out of her.

“I gave you everything,” she yelled. “I fucking did a boob job for you, Damon. You told me you liked them bigger, and I did it. I bled. I got cut open. I laid on that table and let them carve me just so you’d want me again. And you haven’t even touched me!”

I didn’t speak.

I didn’t even blink.

I looked at her like a stranger.

She was still trembling.

And I could feel her heart racing under my palm like a bird caught in a fist.

“She’s fucking stupid and fat, Damon!” Camilla shouted, spit flying from her mouth as her mascara smeared lower across her face. “You’re going to throw me away for some tight bitch who doesn’t even know what the fuck she’s doing?!”

Her voice cracked again.

But she didn’t stop.

“I’ll tighten my pussy if that’s what you want,” she snapped, eyes wide, teeth clenched. “I’ll go get fucking stitches if that’s what turns you on. I’ll make it brand new. Just for you. Damon, please—please, I want you. I want you so fucking bad. I need it. I need you to fuck me. Right now. I’ll get on my knees. I’ll crawl. I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me. Just don’t leave me for her.”

Her hand reached for her shirt, fingers fumbling at the buttons as she stumbled another step closer. She popped one open. Then another. Her tits were out now.

“I’ll show you,” she whispered. “I’ll show you I can be better. I can be whatever you want. I’ll lose weight. I’ll grow my hair out. I’ll bleach it if that’s what you like. You want someone quiet? I’ll be silent. You want a whore? I’ll spread my legs right fucking now.”

She reached down to her waistband, tugging at her pants like she was about to strip in the middle of the room, in front of both of us.

“I’ll let you slap me,” she begged. “Choke me. Fuck me anywhere. Any time. You can come in my mouth and leave. I won’t even ask for anything back. Just-please. Please don’t act like I’m not good enough. I can be her, Damon. I can be better than her.”

“Stop this nonsense Camilla!”