Lahat ng Kabanata ng Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection): Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 2My legs wobbled slightly, my ankles unsteady from hours of dancing and one too many vodka sodas. Beside me, Jeremy moved with the confidence of course he did, he knew exactly how good he looked. “Fuck, it’s cold,” I laughed, wrapping my arms around myself, but the chill did little to dampen the heat pooling low in my already swollen pussy.Jeremy didn’t answer with words. Instead, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His body felt so warm. His fingers splayed possessively over my hip, his thumb brushing the bare skin where my dress had ridden up. “I missed you, Rubes,” he slurred, his breath hot against my ear, the scent of whiskey and something else I couldn't put my mind on on his breath. I should’ve pushed him away. Maybe even rolled my eyes, called him an idiot, reminded him of all the reasons I’d spent years trying to forget him. But my body had other ideas. My pulse jumped, my nipples tightening against the thin fabric of my dress, my thig

Chapter 4It was morning now, we had both slept naked on the beach side with blankets and pillows jeremy got from his room. Jeremy lay sprawled on the sand, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, his hands resting just above his heart. The grains clung to his damp skin. It was cute to look at Beside him, I stretched, my bare toes curled into the sand. The salt of the ocean still lingered on my lips, my skin flushed from all the…you know.Jeremy turned his head, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. His voice was rough, still thick, but there was a tenderness there, too. “We should walk.” The words were simple, but the way he said them was low, almost hesitant.I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, “Yeah?” I murmured, my voice husky, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “Just walk?” There was a challenge in my tone, a dare, I already knew where this would lead to, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.He pushed himself up, sand falling off hi

Chapter 6We’re in Los Angeles now. The moon looks beautiful in the vineyard he brought me to, its pale light spilling through the open area. I sit across from Jeremy, my fingers tracing the rim of my wineglass. His eyes are dark, low, the kind of look that makes my pulse quicken and my skin flush.“Truth or dare,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine.I smirk, leaning back in my chair, the thin fabric of my silk skirt clinging to my curves. “Dare.”His lips curl into something between a smile and a snarl. “Stand up. Adjust your seat.”I rise slowly, trying to make my movements slow and sexy, the hem of my skirt rides up just enough to flash the smooth skin of my thigh. The night air kisses my skin, cool and teasing, as I pretend to fuss with the chair. A server glides past, his expression neutral, but I catch the flicker of his eyes, just for a second, before he looks away.Jeremy’s gaze never wavers. “Good girl,” he purrs, swirling his wine. “Now un

Chapter 2“You know, Anna,” a voice came out of my bedroom door, smooth and filled with amusement, “if you don’t let me experiment with this thing, I’ll tell Dad about your little toy.”I froze. My fingers stilled over the control panel, my pulse spiking as I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. Ken leaned against the frame, one shoulder propped lazily, his dark eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than curiosity. His lips curled into a smirk, the kind that promised trouble…the kind that made my stomach twist into knots. He was still dressed in his usual casual clothes, a fitted black t-shirt clinging to the lean muscles of his chest, his jeans riding low on his hips. But there was nothing casual about the way he looked at me now. His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the way my fingers twitched against the machine’s controls, the way my skirt rode up just enough to hint at the dampness between my thighs.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “You wouldn’t d

Chapter 4I looked up as he entered, and Ken didn’t speak. He just held up his phone, his thumb hovering over the play button.My breath hitched. “Ken?”He pressed play.The moans filled the room instantly, thick and obscene, the wet sounds of my fingers fucking myself echoing off the walls. My face paled, then flushed red, my lips parting in horror as my own voice, my own fucking voice, begged for more, louder, harder.“Oh fuckkk yes! just like that!”Ken’s cock was thick and hard in his pants. He took a step closer, watching the way my thighs pressed together, the way my nipples hardened under my thin top. “You didn’t think I’d find these, did you?” His voice was a low growl, the kind that made my skin prickle. “All these little recordings. All these moans.” He tilted his head, the audio playing on, my whimpers filling the space between us. “You like being heard, don’t you, Anna? You like knowing someone might listen.”I swallowed hard, my fingers digging into the couch cushions.