Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 217

~Lyra~

Okay folks. Camilla has officially gone cray cray.

Like, I’ve seen some wild shit in my life. Girls fighting in the bathroom over lip gloss. Two boys pissing in the same urinal like they were holding hands spiritually.

A girl in my class once pretended to faint during a test just to get out of answering a math question. But this? This right here? This was next-level. Like, I’m talking full-blown N*****x series, season finale drama with extra cocaine and desperation sprinkled on top.

You know, honestly, I always thought stuff like this only happened in movies. Like, the kind of scene where the ex-girlfriend shows up wearing smeared eyeliner and trauma and begs the rich older man to pick her while the new girl stands in the corner looking all innocent and untouched.

But no. Nope. This was real life. This was me, standing half-dressed, nipple still out, body still shaking from the way Damon had just been whispering into my skin-and there she was.

Camilla.

Fully naked now.

Like, full-on titties out, no shame, coochie one sneeze away from saying hello kind of naked.

And I just stood there. Watching. Blinking. Trying to process the absolute chaos of the moment while Damon didn’t move a muscle behind me. His hand was still on my tit. Still cupping me like I was sacred. Still holding me like Camilla wasn’t even breathing the same air.

And I’ll be real with you.

The doctor did a really good job on her boobs.

Like, no lie. I was standing there watching this grown woman sob and spiral and beg for sex, and I still had the mental capacity to think, Damn. Those are symmetrical. Not jiggly in a weird way. No side dents. Just two full, bouncy, silicone- packed offerings right there in the room.

But still.

What the actual fuck.

She was pacing in circles, muttering to herself, sniffling like she was trying to inhale the walls, crying and swearing and throwing out words like slap me, choke me, fuck me anywhere while her hands kept twitching like she wanted to touch herself or stab someone-I honestly wasn’t sure which.

I was still riding the high of him saying I’m going to suck your tits until you cry, and now there was a drugged-up ex standing ten feet away shaking her fake tits at him and begging to be used like a doormat.

What the hell was I supposed to do with that?

Scream?

Run?

Clap?

“I’ll do anything,” Camilla sobbed, her voice all shaky and dripping in shame now. “I’ll get on all fours. I’ll let you call me whatever you want. You want a cum rag? I’ll fucking be one.”

“I’ll let you fuck me anywhere,” she sobbed, stepping closer, body still trembling and glossy with sweat. “In your office. In the hallway. In the damn garden. I’ll let you slap me. Spit on me. Call me nothing. I’ll let her watch. I’ll let her laugh. I’ll let you ruin me as long as you don’t pick her. Don’t choose her, Damon.”

I blinked again.

I felt his cock hardening against my thigh.

I felt my pussy clench so hard I nearly cried.

Like actually laughed.

Out loud.

Not a little snort or a fake, petty giggle. No. I laughed like I had just witnessed the most insane scene of my life and my only defense mechanism was losing my shit entirely. I could feel it bubbling up in my chest like champagne fizz and madness, and I just let it rip.

“Oh my God,” I said, breathless from laughing, one hand covering my mouth while the other clutched Damon’s shirt for balance. “You’re serious. You’re actually serious. This isn’t a prank or a bet or a hidden camera show. You really just said all of that out loud. Like, on purpose. With full chest.”

Camilla twitched.

Literally twitched like she wanted to lunge at me but forgot she was naked, high, and emotionally collapsed.

“No, no, go ahead,” I said, stepping forward just slightly, still in Damon’s arms but no longer hiding behind him. “You’ve already offered him your stitched-up pussy and your spit-filled mouth. You might as well throw in your credit score while you’re at it. Or a kidney. Want to carve his name into your tit next? Because honey-newsflash-he’s not touching you. At all. Not now. Not ever.”

Her eyes widened.

Her lips trembled.

Good.

Because I wasn’t done.