Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 218

Because I wasn’t done.

“You wanna know what I have that you don’t?” I asked, tilting my head like I was about to give her skincare advice. “I have his hands on my body. I have his scent on my skin. I have his voice in my ear when he calls me his kitten and tells me to open wider. I have the bruises on my hips from the last time he knotted me so deep I sobbed into the pillow and begged him not to stop.”

I could feel Damon breathing behind me.

And still?

He didn’t let go.

“I didn’t need to beg,” I said, softer now, slower, like I was explaining something to a child who couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the situation. “I didn’t need to cry or plead or sniff a fucking drug off my palm like it was my only hope. He wanted me. Just like this. Crying. Needy. In heat and dripping for him. And he hasn’t looked away once.’

Camilla’s mouth opened.

But nothing came out.

Because what could she possibly say?

She was standing there naked, shaking, drugged, sobbing, tits bouncing, offering to be slut while I stood there wet and claimed. And she couldn’t compete.

Not even a little bit.

“Now take every fucking dignity you have left and leave!”

“You fucking whore!!”

That was the last thing she screamed before everything exploded into something that felt like a nightmare someone forgot to wake me from.

One second, Camilla was across the room, still naked, still sweaty, still shaking like a Halloween decoration that had been left out in the rain.

She was standing there like a rejected p**n star with no self-control and a pocket full of powdered decisions. I didn’t even flinch when she screamed it. I was already holding Damon’s shirt, already smirking like I had won, because I had.

But then?

She moved.

And it happened too fast.

One second she was crying and sniffling, and the next she was rushing me with her hand out and this tiny little bag clutched between her fingers.

I didn’t even see it clearly until it was too late. I thought she was going to slap me or scream in my face or maybe try to pull my hair like we were in some sad girl-fight outside a club, but no. Oh no. What she did?

She shoved the powder into my nose.

She slammed it against my face so hard I stumbled back with a gasp that I couldn’t control.

And the moment that bag hit my nostril, I inhaled it. I didn’t mean to. My body just reacted. I gasped. I breathed in. And whatever the fuck she pushed into me-it hit my brain like fire.

It was like something sliced into my skull from the inside. Like all the light in the room exploded behind my eyes.

My vision went white, then black, then spinning. I couldn’t feel my fingers. My mouth dropped open, but I couldn’t speak.

My lungs were trying to pull air in, but nothing felt right. My entire face felt like it was vibrating and my heart started pounding like it was trying to escape.

My knees buckled.

My head tilted back.

And I heard it.

Her eyes were open.

They were looking right at me.

But she wasn’t blinking.

She wasn’t breathing.

She wasn’t screaming anymore.

She wasn’t anything.

I wanted to step back.

I wanted to say something.

I wanted to scream or cry or throw up or ask Damon what just happened or even try to reach for him, but my body wasn’t

listening to me anymore. My vision was shaking. My ears were ringing. My chest was tight. My legs gave out and the floor tilted and I couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

Everything went quiet.

And then?

Black.