Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Lyra

I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets as his cock began grinding against every destroyed nerve inside

like he was punishing

for every sound I’d made on that call.

"I’m gonna make sure you sleep on ti," he growled, thrusting harder, "after I fuck the attitude out of you."

My body jerked. The bed creaked. I couldn’t stop the broken noise that spilled out of my throat.

"I’ll supervise your studies," he hissed, snapping his hips into mine so hard I nearly scread. "With your legs tied. Your pussy soaked. Your mouth stuffed so you don’t make noise while you revise."

I moaned into the mattress, my eyes fluttering, my pussy clenching like it was starving.

"I’ll discipline you," he went on, fucking harder now, rougher, using my body like it was his property and the world needed to know it. "Every ti you lie to your mother. Every ti you talk back. Every ti you forget who owns this tight little cunt."

I couldn’t breathe.

My whole body was rocking into the bed with every brutal thrust, his knot dragging against the sore, overstretched edges of my pussy like it was ant to rip

open and fill

again.

"She thinks I’m protecting you," Damon grunted, gripping my hips tighter, dragging

back onto his cock like I was his own personal fucktoy. "But I’m not. I’m corrupting you."

He slamd into .

I cried out.

"I’m destroying every innocent thought you’ve ever had," he hissed, his voice feral now, wild, filthy, dripping with heat and hunger. "And your fucking body loves it."

I did.

God help , I did.

My pussy was clenching around him like it had been waiting for this all my life. My thighs were shaking. My nipples were throbbing. I was soaked, swollen, stretched, ruined. And he was fucking

through it like my soul belonged to him now.

"She just handed you over to ," he growled into my ear, fucking

so deep I sobbed into the pillow. "And I’m never letting you go."

Then he gripped the back of my neck, shoved

flat against the bed, and whispered the filthiest promise I’d ever heard in my entire ruined, shaking, overstimulated life.

"You’re mine now, Lyra. Every moan. Every orgasm. Every fucking inch of this tight little cunt. Mine to punish. Mine to train. Mine to breed."

And then.

"Lyra? Are you still there?"

My mother’s voice.

I wanted to die.

I wanted the earth to open up, swallow

whole, and bury

in the Mariana Trench with a plaque that said here lies the dumbest girl alive, who moaned on a call with her mother while getting knotted like a bitch in heat.

But I couldn’t move. Damon’s cock was still twitching inside . His hand was still gripping my hips like he owned . I couldn’t fucking move.

"Lyra, I’ll take that silence as a yes," she continued, voice tightening like she was switching into final-mom-mode. "So get ready, okay? Sumr is about to end soon. I expect you to behave. No drama. No chaos. And please—Lyra, don’t cause trouble."

My lips parted.

"What?" I croaked, barely able to breathe. "Mum, you know—"

But she didn’t let

finish.

She didn’t let

beg.

She didn’t let

scream please don’t do this, please don’t leave

with him, please I’m being destroyed right now.

She just cut the call.

The line went dead.

Just like that.

Like my fate had been signed, sealed, and delivered right into the hands of the man still knotted so deep inside

my womb was fluttering like it wanted to be claid.

"Fuck," I whispered. "No. No, no, no. No this is not happening. Oh my God. She hung up. She actually hung up. She didn’t even wait. She didn’t let

explain. She didn’t ask if I was sure. She didn’t even give

ti to fake a seizure or scream or accidentally confess that I was being held hostage in a mansion with a dick too big to survive."

I was spiraling.

I was absolutely spiraling.

Because my mother—the sa woman who once grounded

for two weeks for forgetting to soak the beans—just fucking dropped a life sentence on

and hung up like she’d ordered pizza.

And I was still face-down in a bed.

Still naked.

Still shaking.

Still split wide open with Damon Thornvale’s knot locked inside

like so demonic seal of ownership.

And now I was officially his.

Not just for the sumr.

Not for a week.

But permanently.

For the rest of the school year.

"I’m going to die," I whispered into the mattress. "No actually. I’m going to disintegrate. I’m going to lt into this bed like a cursed candle and no one’s ever going to find my bones because you’re going to fuck

into extinction."

Damon just laughed.

Laughed.

Like this was hilarious.

Like my whole breakdown was the prelude to his fucking victory speech.

"She didn’t even say goodbye," I ranted, blinking hard as my eyes welled up, not from sadness but from complete ntal combustion. "She didn’t ask if I needed pads. Or if I was feeling hosick. Or if the fan is still making weird ghost sounds at 2am. She just said behave and cut the call like I’m not currently being turned into a sex puppet by the man she just appointed as my guardian."

I looked back at him.

Wrong move.