Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Chapter 305

Lyra

"No," I cried, my voice loud and broken, my body trembling so crazy.

"No, Darren, I can’t, I won’t, just let

go, please, please, I am begging you, just let

go, why are you doing this to , why are you obsessed with , why

of all people, what is so broken inside your head that you think this is okay, that you think this is love, that you think this is anything but sick?"

"You look like him, you sound like him, you know exactly what you are doing, you are twisting everything good I had, you are using his face and his body against

like it’s a weapon, and it’s killing , Darren, it’s killing .

"I can’t even breathe looking at you because all I see is him and all I hear is him, but it’s not him, it’s you, and you are sick, you are so sick you need help, you need chains, you need rehab, you need soone to rip this obsession out of you before it burns everything down!"

"You haven’t even known

for long, Darren, do you hear yourself right now? You don’t even know , not really, not enough to be doing all these things to , not enough to be this obsessed, not enough to be acting like you own , and yet here you are laughing in the dark and naked in front of

and demanding that I look at you like this is normal, like this is supposed to make sense.

"What is it with you? What is wrong with you? Darren, do you even hear yourself? I am old enough to be your younger sister, do you understand that?

"Get that into your head, carve it into your skull, because that’s what I am in this entire insane situation, I am the girl you should see as family, not prey, not a toy, not sothing to twist into your fantasy. Let

be! Just let

fucking be!"

My wolf was pacing inside my chest, snarling, furious, ready to tear through

again, but Darren’s hand stayed hard on my jaw, his grip tightening until my teeth ached from the pressure.

And then his voice ca down on .

"Don’t let

repeat myself. Fucking look at my dick."

"Look at it," Darren snarled, his other hand sliding down his stomach, wrapping around himself, stroking slowly as if to taunt

further, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Look at what you’re denying yourself. Look at what your precious Alpha never got to finish giving you. He died. He left you. But I’m here. I’m alive. I’m hard. And you’re going to look at , you’re going to look at my cock, and you’re going to realize I’m the one who will fuck you into obedience. Not him. ."

"You hear , kitten? He’s gone, He’s buried alive, a mory, a ghost, nothing but a whisper in your head. I am what’s left. I am what you get. I am standing here in front of you alive, hard, ready to claim every part of you.

"But on second thoughts," Darren drawled, stroking himself purposely, his smirk curling at the corners of his mouth like he was savoring my horror, "why don’t I just keep pumping this cock right here until I’m ready, and then pour every drop of my cum all over your face.

"That would teach you. That would brand you. That would humiliate you in a way you would never forget. You would sll like , taste like , wear .

"You wouldn’t be able to wash it off no matter how hard you tried. Every ti you looked in the mirror you would see

dripping down your skin and you would know you’re mine."

And oh my God I lost it right there because do you hear him, do you hear how sick this is? I was screaming in my head and out loud at the sa ti because I could not process it.

"No, no, no, please don’t do that, please Darren, please I’m begging you, I will look, I’ll look, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll stop fighting, I’ll stop turning away, just don’t do that to , don’t put that filth on , don’t mark

like that, don’t ruin

forever."

And I know you’re probably thinking why am I saying this, why am I begging, why am I giving him what he wants, but you don’t understand, you’re not here on this floor with my face trapped in his hand and his cock inches from , hard and dripping, and you don’t know what it feels like to hear him say he wants to cover

in it like it’s so kind of crown.

You don’t know how it feels to be terrified and shaking and knowing this isn’t Damon but he looks like Damon, and that makes it ten tis worse, a hundred tis worse, because every line of him is familiar and yet every word out of his mouth makes

want to rip my ears off.

And I kept talking because I can’t stop talking when I’m scared. I can’t. "I’m looking, okay, I swear I’m looking, I see it, I see you, I see what you’re doing, I see your hand on yourself, I see your cock, I see it, are you happy now, are you satisfied, just don’t do what you said, don’t pour it on , don’t humiliate

like that, I will never survive it, I will never co back from it, Darren please please please I’m begging you."

And Darren just laughed again, low and cold, his thumb digging harder into my chin to force my face toward him.

"That’s right. Keep those pretty little eyes on it. Watch

stroke it for you. Do you see how hard I am for you, kitten? Do you see how much I want to mark you? You keep begging like that and I might just reward you by letting you taste it instead of painting your face with it."