Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 70

~Lily~

“Dad!!”

That was her voice. That was her fucking voice.

And she was right outside the door.

I swear my soul left my body.

“What the fuck did you do to Mum?!”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.

She knew. She knew something. She must’ve seen something. Maybe she saw us. Maybe she saw me. Maybe she heard me moaning like a filthy bitch, calling him Daddy, begging him to ruin my cunt with an ice cube while her actual mother was bleeding somewhere in this same house.

No. No no no no no no:

I tried to close my legs. I tried to move. I really did. I swear I did. But my body wouldn’t listen. My thighs twitched, but they were still wide open. My pussy was still wet. His mouth was still there. Still licking. Still sucking like her screaming didn’t exist. And that–oh my God–that made it worse. That made everything worse.

Because I moaned.

I fucking moaned.

Right in the middle of her screaming about her mum’s face and blood and whatever the hell he did, my clit still pulsed under his tongue and I couldn’t stop the sound that came out of my mouth. It wasn’t a scream. It wasn’t a sob. It was a whimper. A needy, humiliating whimper like I didn’t care who was outside.

And I did.

I really did.

But my body didn’t.

My pussy didn’t.

My pussy was still begging.

Still aching.

Still wide open for the man who just beat his wife.

What is wrong with me?

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I grabbed the sheets, trying to hide, trying to cover myself, but it was useless. He didn’t move. He didn’t flinch. His hands stayed exactly where they were, holding my thighs apart like I was his personal meal and the door didn’t exist.

“You destroyed her face because of Lily!”

“Dad, I swear to God, if you don’t open this door-”

“I should have never invited you Lily! I regret every fucking second of it!” she shrieked, and I didn’t even realize she was crying until her voice cracked. “You threw mum against the wall dad for what?! Because of this girl?! This–this useless, whimpering orphan who can’t even close her legs?!

”

I flinched so hard it.

I deserved it.

Every word.

I deserved every single word.

“Are you proud of yourself, Lily?!” she screamed. “You fucked my dad. You fucking seduced him like a goddamn slut while my mother bled on the fucking tiles! And you think this is sexy? You think this makes you special?!”

I shook my head.

I shook it so hard I thought it would fall off.

“No,” I whimpered, barely able to form the word. “No, I didn’t–I didn’t know-”

But Bella wasn’t done.

She was just getting started.

“Mum said something before she passed out. You wanna know what she said?!”

My throat dried instantly.

“She said you fucked Alex!”

My eyes snapped open.

“No-”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Alex! My fucking stepbrother. Your fucking stepbrother too, Lily! You whore! You dirty, backstabbing, little cunt! You fucked your stepbrother, and now you’re letting your best friend’s dad eat your pussy while your fucking hands are still shaking from what you did!”

I stopped breathing.

My stomach collapsed.

My whole soul folded in on itself like a dying star.

“I didn’t-” I choked out. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up!” she screamed, banging on the door so hard it shook. “Shut the fuck up! You’re a walking fucking taboo, Lily! What the actual fuck is this?! You fucked my stepbrother and now you’re fucking my dad?! What next? My uncle? My fucking grandpa?!”

“You’re fucking heartless?” Bella shrieked.

I didn’t even realize I was crying. My face was soaked. My pussy was still wet. My legs still refused to close. His mouth hadn’t moved.

“Do you have any shame at all, Lily? Any fucking soul left in that whimpering little cunt of yours?!”

“Bella, please…” I tried, but my voice broke into something pathetic.

“Please?!” she laughed. “Please what? Please keep eating me, Daddy? Is that what you were moaning while my mother lay there with her skull cracked open like a fucking watermelon? I heard you, Lily. I fucking heard you.”

I covered my mouth.

“No,” I whispered. “Please, Bella…”

“Shut up!” she banged the door so hard the wall shook. “You’re nothing but a filthy little orphan with a sob story and a soaking pussy. You think you’re special? You think your broken little past gives you the right to spread your legs for every man who throws you a crumb of attention? You are a disease, Lily. A walking, dripping, desperate disease.”

My whole body convulsed.

“I’m not an orphan! Stop it! I didn’t mean to…”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she snarled. “Didn’t mean to ride my father’s face while your thighs trembled like a two–naira whore? Didn’t mean to call him Daddy like some porn–addicted brat with no self–respect? Didn’t mean to kill my family from the inside out just because you can’t close vour fucking legs for five minutes?!”

“Bella, stop-”

“No! You stop, you fucking backstabbing little cunt!” she screamed.

Cum

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing so fast I thought I would die right there on the bed.

“You should be hanged, Lily. You should be dragged out by your hair and stoned like the slutty little witch you are. You think you’re sexy? You think you’re irresistible? You’re not. You’re just broken. A broken, begging, breathless hole that men use to forget they’re monsters.”

I sobbed into my hands.

But she wasn’t done.

“You know what I hope?” she hissed. “I hope he gets tired of you. I hope he fucks you until you’re sore and bleeding and hollow inside, and then I hope he leaves your crying ass on the side of the road like the worthless mistake you are. I hope you beg him to stay. I hope you cry for him like you cried for your dead fucking parents.”

I choked on my own scream.

My whole body folded in on itself.

“Because that’s all you are, Lily. A hole to cry into. A moaning, sobbing, wet fucking mess that men ruin and then walk away from.”

She paused.

“Go to hell!”

“And as for you, Dad,” she yelled again, and this time, I could hear the tears in her throat.

“I.know you can hear me. Well done for tearing the family apart.”

Then she left.

Everything inside me felt stiff and soft at the same time, like I was a statue made of jelly. My mouth was dry. My skin was still wet. My legs were sticky and wide open. My heart was racing like it didn’t know whether to explode from guilt or keep/pounding for more of his filthy touch. And all I could think–over and over–was that I should’ve stopped this. I should’ve stopped. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve moved. I should’ve done something. But I didn’t. I let it happen. And worse… I liked it.

He didn’t even pretend to be sorry.

Connor raised his head from between my thighs like he was proud of the mess he made. His beard was damp. His lips were parted. His eyes were still dark with hunger. And then he spoke. Soft. Slow. Dangerous.

“You didn’t tell me she had such a sweet scream,” he said, licking his bottom lip like he was still tasting me. “But yours is sweeter.”

I stared at him like he had just broken my brain. My jaw dropped. My breath stuttered. I watched the way his hand moved. I watched the way his fingers slipped back inside me like he owned my body. And then he did it. That curl.

That goddamn curl.

His fingers hooked inside me so perfectly, so wickedly, like he knew. Like he knew the exact spot to push, the exact angle to press, the exact rhythm to make my back arch and my toes curl and my throat tighten with something I didn’t want to name. My mouth opened. My hands clawed at the sheets. My eyes rolled up like I was possessed.

“Connor-“I choked, reaching down to push him away, even though my thighs were clamping tighter. “Please–don’t–I can’t-”

He didn’t stop.

He leaned in. Closer. His breath was hot against my ear. His voice was low enough to melt me all over again.

“She said go to hell,” he whispered, his hand still moving inside me like he was playing a violin with my pussy, slow and cruel and exact. “Guess we’re already there.

And then he fucking smiled.

God, that smile.

Like he already knew I was going to lose every ounce of control again. Like he already tasted my weakness and wanted more. His hands slid down so slow I wanted to scream, and by the time he got to my thighs, I was already clenching the sheets like they were the only things keeping me from exploding.

Then he licked.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

Not like he was trying to tease me this time.

He went straight for the inside of my thighs with his tongue hot and slow, dragging up that soft part right beside my pulsing pussy like he knew exactly what that spot did to me. I could feel the tension snap inside me. I arched. I whimpered. My legs shook. My pussy literally gushed without warning like it had a mind of its own and I swear to the Moon Goddess-

I squirted.

Right on his face.

Oh my God.

I fucking squirted. Without even touching my clit. Without even asking him to. And he looked so damn proud of himself like he just won some wicked prize for making me lose my soul with his tongue.

But the moment I saw him smirk–just a little bit too cocky, just a little too proud–I snapped.

I stood up, dizzy and wet and still breathing too hard.

And I slapped him.

Hard.

Right across the cheek.

I don’t even know why. Maybe it was the way he looked like he owned me. Maybe it was the way I just aftersoaked the damn bed without even meaning to. Maybe it was the way I wanted him again right

Or maybe it was everything.

My hand stung. My thighs were still shaking. My pussy was still dripping.

And all I could do was stand there–breathing like a crazy person–while he turned his face slowly back to me, cheek red, eyes even darker than before, and that same fucking smirk curling his lips like he liked it.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no.

I slapped the devil and now he was going to devour me.