Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Chapter 142

Lyra

"Don’t," I whispered, even though my feet were already moving, even though the sheet I was clutching started to slip from my chest, even though my body was already burning for him again. "Don’t say things like that, Damon. Don’t call

that. I’m mad at you. I hate you. I hate what you did—"

"Kitten," he said again, slower this ti, his voice thick and broken and dark enough to make my knees go soft, "co. Here."

I couldn’t resist.

I didn’t want to.

I let the sheet drop to the floor.

Just like that.

I stood there naked now cause the sheets fell off my skin, my skin still blotchy from crying, my thighs still sticky from everything he left inside , my cheeks wet, my lips trembling and I walked straight toward him like I wasn’t shaking, like I wasn’t broken, like I didn’t just scream at him and wish I’d never t him.

Because even after all of that..I still wanted him.

I still needed him.

I reached him, standing barely a foot away, and my chest was already heaving again, but not from sadness this ti.

From heat.

From the way he was looking at

like I was still the only girl in the world.

He didn’t wait.

He didn’t ask.

He just grabbed .

His hand went to my jaw and tilted my head up, and then his mouth crashed down on mine with this feral, desperate kind of hunger that stole every fucking thought from my brain.

And I let him.

I let him kiss

like I was his.

I kissed him back like I was never going to survive without him.

And when his tongue slid into my mouth, slow and deep and possessive, I moaned so loud into the kiss I thought I was going to collapse right there in his arms.

His hands were all over

now.

My waist. My back. My ass.

He gripped

like he was anchoring himself, like if he didn’t hold

hard enough, I might disappear. I felt him harden against

instantly—fuck, he was already hard and the second I felt that thick bulge press between my legs, I whimpered like a fucking addict.

"I hate you," I whispered against his mouth, even though my nails were already digging into his shoulders, even though I was grinding against him like I needed him inside

again.

"No, you don’t," he growled, and the sound of his voice vibrated straight through my throat and into my cunt. "You hate that you love ."

"Shut up," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted

without a single effort, like I weighed nothing, like I was sothing he owned.

"Don’t say shit like that to . Not after everything. Not when I still want to slap you. Not when I still want to fucking scream."

His hands were on my ass, gripping tight, pressing

so hard into the wall I could feel the paint digging into my spine. And fuck, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

"I’m not forgiving you," I said, even though my hips were grinding down on him like my body was already ten steps ahead of my mouth.

"I’m not gonna sit here and pretend you didn’t break my heart. I’m not so girl you can kiss and fuck and make it all disappear. I’m still mad. I’m still hurt. I’m still bleeding inside."

His lips found my neck. Hot. Open. Desperate. And I whimpered again.

"But I can’t stop," I whispered, and my voice cracked like it was unraveling straight out of my chest. "I can’t stop wanting you. I can’t stop needing you. I hate how badly I still want your mouth on , your cock inside , your hands everywhere."

He groaned against my skin like he couldn’t take it.

"I hate you," I breathed, clawing at his shirt, dragging it up his back like I wanted to rip it off with my teeth.

"I hate what you do to . I hate that my fucking soul feels like it’s wired to you. I hate that I like being ruined. I hate that no matter how angry I am, I still want you to make

cry all over again."

My lips found his jaw.

Then his mouth again.

I kissed him so hard my teeth hit his.

And I didn’t stop.

"I want you to fuck

like you’re sorry," I whispered into his mouth. "I want you to fuck

like it’s the only way you can say it. I want you to make

forget she ever touched you. I want you to put so much cum inside

that her na drowns in it."

His grip tightened.

I gasped.

"I want to be the only thing you taste for the rest of your life."

The words slipped out of

too raw to take back, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I was already trembling, already drenched, already arching into him like my body didn’t care how wrecked I was or how bad this hurt. I just needed to be closer. Needed him deeper. Harder. aner.

"I want to be the reason your mouth stays wet in the middle of the night," I whispered, clawing at the back of his neck as his lips moved down to my throat, biting, sucking, leaving heat wherever he touched.

He growled.