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Chapter 8 | Asshole’s Permission
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MAYA I hadn’t left my room all day.The curtains were still drawn, and now the sky outside had turned dark. I was a mess, curled up on my bed in the same pink sweater from this morning, hair tangled, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying. My head throbbed. My body ached. A fever had settled deep in my bones, making me shiver even under the thick blanket. But the worst pain wasn’t the fever. It was him.Tristan.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cold face. I heard his sharp words. Felt the way he sucked my fingers clean only to tell me nothing would ever happen between us. The way he walked away like I was nothing.“I only loved you,” I whispered brokenly into my pillow. “That’s all I did… and you treated me like I’m disgusting.”My phone buzzed again on the nightstand and I knew who it was. Mom. For the third time today. I let it ring until it stopped. If I answered, she’d hear it in my voice- the crack, the weakness, the heartbreak. She’d know something was wrong. And the
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TRISTANWhat the fuck is wrong with you?I cursed under my breath the second I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaning back against it like the wood could hold me together. My chest was still heaving. My fingers still tasted like her- so sweet, fucking addictive, the slick evidence of Maya’s dripping little cunt burned into my tongue.She was my cousin’s daughter. My own blood, even if distant. Twenty years old. Innocent. Virgin until last night. And I’d just sucked her juices off her fingers like a starving animal.“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a hand down my face. “You’re slipping, Desmond. You’re fucking slipping.”I’d spent years keeping my distance. Years burying every filthy thought I had about her since that garden party when she turned sixteen and suddenly looked at me like I was the only man alive. I’d fucked other women harder, worked longer hours, told myself the pull was nothing. A passing sickness. But last night she’d begged me on that couch— spread open, soaked, calli
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MAYA My eyes widened the second he stepped into the room.Tristan stood there in the doorway, still in his fitted black shirt and trousers, looking every inch the ruthless devil everyone called him. My face burned bright red. I knew I looked exactly like what I was- a flushed, guilty, horny mess with my hand still slightly wet from my own pussy.He tilted his head, dark eyes scanning me slowly. “Had fun, princess?” His deep voice was mocking, low, and dangerous.I winced. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. I slowly stood up from the couch on shaky legs, trying to pull my oversized sweater down, but it was useless. I bit my lower lip hard, embarrassment and nervousness twisting inside me.FUCK FUCK FUCK- I embarrassed myself yet again- He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it onto the couch without breaking eye contact. The black shirt underneath clung to his muscular chest and arms like a second skin. God, he looked so fucking delicious. My pussy throbbed painfully at the sig
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MAYA I couldn’t sit still.I was curled up on the living room couch under a thin blanket, legs tucked beneath me, but my mind kept replaying every single word Tristan had said this morning.“You’re not going anywhere without my permission.”“I’m not keeping an eye on you for your parents… but for myself.”“Keep that needy cunt under control.”Every time those words echoed in my head, a fresh wave of heat rushed between my thighs. I was soaked. Again. Just from thinking about him. God, I was pathetic.Tristan had left for some meeting right after lunch. I’d been alone in this huge house since noon, and the silence was making everything worse. I kept remembering last night. His thick, long fingers stretching my virgin pussy, the way my walls had clenched around him so desperately, how he curled them just right and made me squirt all over his hand like a dirty girl in heat.I squirmed on the couch, pressing my thighs together tight. Nothing else could ever feel that good. No toy, no fa
Make Me Yours, Daddy Chapter 8 | Asshole’s Permission
MAYA I was curled up on the floor beside my bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, face buried between them. My eyes were swollen and raw from crying. Tears kept leaking even when I thought I had none left. The rejection burned so deep it felt like someone had carved it into my ribs. Tristan’s words kept repeating in my head like a cruel loop. Nothing fucking happened last night.Forget every fucking thing.I sobbed harder, shoulders shaking. How was I supposed to forget the way his finger had stretched me? The way I’d squirted all over his hand while screaming his name? How was I supposed to face him after that?He was staying here. In this house. For days. I couldn’t even leave my room. How was I going to survive breathing the same air as him? “Mom….Dad… why did you have to leave me alone with him?” I whimpered, rocking slightly.I cursed him under my breath in every language I knew. A bit of English, Russian and broken French- calling him every filthy name I could think of. Heartle
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MAYA I couldn’t breathe.He was real. Standing there. Flesh and blood and ink and muscle and those merciless black eyes that had already seen everything. Last night wasn’t a dream. His finger inside me. My screams. The way I’d soaked his hand and the couch and begged like I was dying for it.He’d watched me strip in the hallway just now. Watched me drop my bra like some shameless idiot who thought she was alone. Heat exploded across my face, my chest, my thighs- shame so thick I could choke on it.I wanted to disappear. But worse- far worse, was the traitorous pulse between my legs that hadn’t stopped since I saw him. My nipples tightened painfully under the open air, aching for the same cruel fingers that had ruined me hours ago. My body didn’t care about shame. It only remembered him.He moved first. One step. Two. Closing the distance until he was inches away- close enough that I could smell rain and dark soap and the faint musk of man that made my knees threaten to buckle.I gasp
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MAYA Sunlight slipped through the curtains in soft golden stripes across my bed. I stretched my arms lazily, reaching high above my head and my fingers brushed the headboard. My body felt… good. Loose and Fresh. Like I’d slept deeper than I had in years.A slow, contented sigh slipped past my lips
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