Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 13.

They kept me awake at night, kept me shaking under the covers, kept my fingers moving between my thighs until I bit my own hand to stay quiet.

"You’re a little girl. Always been and always will be" he said.

"I watched you grow. I watched you go from some awkward brat with scabby knees and no tits into..."

He paused.

And the silence between us cracked open something in me.

"...this."

My breath hitched.

I didn’t dare turn around.

Because I knew what he was looking at.

My robe was loose. I could feel it clinging to the sweat along my ribs, the fabric catching the hard peaks of my nipples like a second skin. My thighs were slick and parted. The back of the robe barely covered the curve of my ass.

I was trembling.

Open.

Wet.

Ripe.

And he wasn’t even touching me.

"I saw you cry over stupid boys," he said, circling behind me now. "Boys who didn’t even know how to make you cum. Boys who probably came in their pants just from kissing your neck."

I clenched.

Fuck. My pussy actually clenched around nothing just from the way he said it.

"You stood there in the hallway earlier, didn’t you?" he said. "Watching Tasha get fucked. e.

I gasped. How did he know!

"You stood there in the dark," he growled, "dripping. Salivating. Imagining it was you bent over the counter."

His voice was in my ear now. I could feel his breath hit the side of my face.

"Shocked? Yeah I can tell from your eyes that you are. Just so you know I have my eyes everywhere baby girl"

"I bet you touched yourself afterward," he whispered. "I bet you shoved your fingers into your tight little cunt and whispered my name like a prayer."

Tears pricked my eyes.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

I had whispered his name.

Over and over again.

Mouth open. Thighs soaked.

While my whole body begged for something I couldn’t even say out loud.

But now?

He was saying it for me.

"And now you’re here," he said. "Half naked. Dripping down your thighs. Soaked with want."

I moaned. A real one this time.

He didn’t stop.

"You want me to pull this robe open," he said. "To expose you. Touch you. Bite you. Ruin you."

My breathing got ragged. My whole body vibrated with how badly I wanted it.

But he just laughed.

"I’m not going to."

The words ripped something in me.

My mouth dropped open in protest..but nothing came out.

I couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t beg.

"You’re not ready," he said. "You think because you have tits now, because your pussy leaks for me like a bitch in heat, that you can handle a man like me?"

I whimpered.

"You think I’m going to make love to you, Lyra?" he said. "Whisper sweet things while I fill you up?"

His voice turned colder.

"I won’t."

He moved to the side, just enough so I could see the edge of his jaw, the muscles ticking as he stared down at me.

"You wouldn’t survive my cock," he said. "You’d cry the second I pushed in. You’d scream. You’d bleed."

My legs gave a little. My knees nearly touched.

"But that’s what you want, isn’t it?" he growled. "You want to be broken. You want Daddy to split you open and mark you."

I choked back another moan. My body was screaming for it.

"And I will," he whispered. "One day. But not tonight."

He leaned close again, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Because tonight, I want you to suffer."

He stepped back.

"I want you to crawl back upstairs with your cunt still throbbing. I want you to lie in bed and fuck your fingers so deep you cry into the pillow."

I was trembling so hard my teeth nearly chattered.

"I want you to dream about me," he said. "And when you wake up, soaked and swollen and still hungry..."

He paused.

"I want you to remember I chose not to touch you."

My legs gave out.

I caught myself on the counter again, barely holding it together.

He stepped back fully.

His heat was gone.

But the scent of him?

The sound of him?

The fucking ache he left inside me?

That was staying.

And then he said it..

"Go to bed, little girl. You can’t handle Daddy"

"So any fantasy you have about me. Fucking erase them"

And he was gone.

Leaving me ruined.

And untouched.

I scoffed. "Of course," I whispered under my breath, my voice so low and full of hate I barely recognized it as my own. "Of fucking course you left me like this.

"Fucking bastard"

"I hate this," I whispered. "I hate you. I hate that I’m like this. That I’m still wet. That I’d let you spit in my mouth if it meant you’d look at me for more than a fucking second."

"I should be ashamed," I whispered. "I should be disgusted with myself."

But I wasn’t.

I was fucking hungry.

I curled forward and pressed my face to my knees as tears soaked my legs. My hands clenched in the fabric of my robe and I cried. Not from sadness. From need. From fucking madness.

Because I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think. Because I hated that he didn’t want me. Because I was sitting in his kitchen on my knees, drunk and soaked and whispering his name over and over again like it was a curse and a prayer. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He did this.

He fucking did this.

And I’d let him do it again.