All Chapters of Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 1My fingers tap restlessly against the steering wheel, my nails chipped and glossy with last night’s half-peeled manicure. I shouldn’t be driving. I know that. The whiskey burns in my stomach, sour and thick, and the last line I did back at the club still buzzes behind my eyes, making the headlights of passing cars streak like comets. But I had to leave. Had to get out before some asshole with wandering hands decided I owed him something for the free drinks.I crack the window, letting in a gust of cold air. It does nothing to clear my head, but the rush of it against my skin feels good. My phone lies face-down on the passenger seat, silent. Daddy’s probably asleep by now, or at least pretending to be. He doesn’t like when I call after midnight. Says it makes him look weak, like he can’t control his own daughter.i finally park and a sharp thud on the glass makes me jolt. My heart lurches into my throat as I turn my head, squinting through the fogged-up window. A flashlight

Chapter 3The rearview mirror still holds his reflection, smirking, satisfied….even as I speed away from the curb. My hands shake on the wheel, my thighs slick with his cum, my lips swollen from the force of his cock. I should be furious. I am furious. But beneath the anger, something darker pulses, something that tightens my stomach and makes my breath come short. The taste of him lingers in my mouth, bitter and salty, a reminder of how easily he bent me to his will.I don’t realize I’m driving toward the station until the neon POLICE sign glows in my windshield. My foot eases off the gas. What the hell am I doing? But the question dies before it fully forms. The engine stops as I sit there, staring at the squat brick building, the windows glowing with harsh fluorescent light. My body aches, my wrists ache too from where he gripped them, my throat parched from where he forced himself down it, my pussy still throbbs from the way he split me open against the hood of my car. I sh

Chapter 5The cuffs click open, the heavy leather falling slack around my wrists, and for a second, I just stand there, arms still raised like a puppet with cut strings. My shoulders basically scream in pain, my skin stings where the metal bit into me, but the real burn is deeper.… humiliation, fury, the way my body still aches for him even after everything.His fingers brush my wrist as he tugs the last cuff free, and that’s it. That’s the fucking spark.I move.My nails rake down his cheek before he can react, four red lines blooming across his skin. His head snaps back, but I’m already on him, teeth sinking into the corded muscle of his neck. He tastes like salt and sweat, like the same fucking arrogance that’s been choking all night. His hands fly up, one gripping my hair, the other slamming against the wall for balance, but I don’t let go. I bite harder, my jaw locking, and he grunts, a sound that’s half pain, half dark laughter. "Fucking whore-!"I don’t wait for the rest. My

Chapter 1The van’s engine hums under my ass as Scott takes a sharp left, He’s driving like we’re being chased. Cory’s got his phone out, thumbs flying over the screen, but he won’t look at me. Bastard’s been smirking since we left my place.“Man, where the fuck are you guys taking me for my birthday?” I lean forward, gripping the back of Scott’s seat. “If this is some strip club bullshit again, I swear to God!”“Relax, Brandon,” Cory cuts in, still not looking up. His voice is too calm, like he’s got a secret burning a hole in his pocket. “It’s better than tits in your face. Trust me.”Scott laughs, a low, rough sound, and adjusts the rearview to meet my eyes. “You’ll see. Just sit back and enjoy the ride.”I should’ve known something was up when they showed up at my door with that look…..the same shit-eating grins they had back in high school when they talked me into sneaking into old man Henderson’s pool after dark. Except now, we’re not fifteen.The van slows, and I look out the

Chapter 3The woman’s fingers trail down my spine, slow and deliberate, like she’s savoring the way my muscles tense under her touch. Her other hand still grips Cory’s hair, keeping him bent over the crate, his ass marked red from her spanking. My cock twitches, betraying me again, even as my mind screams to resist.“You’re going to learn what happens to little boys who think they can just take what they want,” she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement. Her heel clicks against the concrete as she steps back, her gaze raking over us like we’re livestock. “On your knees. Now.”Scott hesitates, his jaw clenched, but one sharp look from her sends him crashing to the floor. Cory follows, his breath ragged, his cock already half-hard despite the fear in his eyes. I drop last, the cold concrete biting into my knees. The woman hums in approval, her fingers brushing against the back of my neck before she yanks my head up by my hair.“Good boys,” she murmurs, though there’s nothing gentl