Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 255

Lyra

Can you believe this bitch, y’all? I mean seriously, can you even wrap your head around this?.

"Lyra, calm down. Just calm down. I can hear your thoughts" Damon said from behind me, his voice firm and deep, his hand brushing my shoulder like he was trying to ground me.

Tasha shifted in her seat, her shoulders curling inward like she wanted to sink into the couch and disappear.

I turned back to her fully, still speaking half to her and half to you because if I did not get this off my chest, I was going to explode.

"Go on, Tasha, speak. You walked in here looking like you just got dragged through a war zone, you dropped the Marcus bomb like it was just some casual detail, and now you are sitting here mute.

"This is not a courtroom. You do not need permission to talk. You are going to tell us what happened, and you are going to tell us now.

"And do not you dare skip a single detail, because I will know if you are lying, and if I know, I will make you start over from the very beginning until I get the whole story exactly as it happened."

Tasha’s eyes flickered between us, her fingers twisting together in her lap so tightly I thought she might cut off her own circulation. Her throat worked hard as she swallowed, and I could see her struggling to get the words out.

I leaned in, still looking straight at you as if we were in this together. "Well? We are waiting. And trust me, I am not letting her out of this room until I know everything."

She took one trembling breath and finally began to speak.

"We were at his apartment," she began, her eyes flicking between me and Damon as if she was bracing herself for every reaction.

"I went there because he called me and said he wanted to talk. He said that he had been thinking about me and we should fuck and I was fucking horny so I went there. We sat in his living room for a while, he poured drinks, and at first, it was fine. We talked. We laughed a little. Then one thing led to another, and.."

I held up my hand so sharply she actually stopped mid-sentence. "The fuck is wrong with you, Tasha? Did he hit your head hard or what?

"We do not want the play-by-play of how you two got naked. This is not a porno recap. We want to know why he hit you. Skip to the part that matters before I lose my temper completely."

"I don’t know, Lyra! I don’t know!" she shouted back suddenly, her voice cracking from the strain. "I fucking don’t know! After sex, he just... he just went violent. He got up, he started pacing, and then he began knocking things over like he was looking for something to destroy.

"It was like he flipped a switch. I think he’s a sociopath or something because the way he looked at me.." She stopped for a moment, pressing her hands to her face like she was trying to block out the memory.

"It was like I was a stranger, like I was the enemy, and I didn’t even know what I’d done to set him off."

I folded my arms, my jaw tight, because part of me wanted to scream and part of me wanted to shake her until her teeth rattled. "So what did you do?"

"I tried to calm him down!" she yelled, and I could see the desperation in her eyes now. "I told him to stop, I told him to just talk to me, but he wouldn’t listen. And then.."

She reached up and touched the side of her head where the dried blood still clung to her hairline.

"He hit my face with a lamp. Over and over again. The glass shattered the first time, and then he just kept swinging the base at me.

"I fell off the couch, and I think I blacked out for a few seconds because when I opened my eyes, he was still yelling, but his words didn’t make sense. I crawled toward the door, and he threw the lamp down at the wall so hard it broke into pieces. I just... I ran. I didn’t stop running until I got here."

Damon’s jaw was clenched so hard I could see the veins standing out along his neck, and his hands were flexing like he was seconds away from breaking something or someone in half.

"I fucking loved him," she choked out, her voice muffled by the way her hands were covering her face. "I loved him so much. I loved his fucking dick. God, I loved the way he touched me.

"I loved the way he could make me feel like I was on fire without even trying. I know it sounds stupid, I know it sounds pathetic, but I couldn’t stop going back. Every time I swore it was the last, I would remember how good it felt, how good he was in bed, and I just... I gave in."

I blinked at her, my jaw hanging open, because I could not believe she was going there right now.

"You are seriously sitting here telling us about his dick like that’s the part we’re supposed to care about? After he smashed your face with a lamp? After you came in here looking like you crawled out of a horror movie?"