บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 5Behind me, Adrian and the tatted stranger fucked me faster, their pace quickening as they fed off my submission. My body trembled under the force of their thrusts, my skin flushed and slick with sweat.Zayn’s hips bucked in rhythm with the men behind me, his moans deep and primal. “Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he pumped his dick into my mouth. The tatted stranger roared, his body tensing as he reached his peak. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” he bellowed, his cock twitching as he emptied himself deep inside my pussy. His seed flooded my walls, hot and thick, mixing with my juices.I moaned around Zayn's dick, my mouth still full of his cock as I felt the stranger’s cum spill into me. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on the brink of collapse. Adrian grunted, his thrusts becoming rougher as he chased his own release. “Fuck, Sophia, you’re so tight,” he hissed, his voice strained. His cock pulsed, his cum gushing out of her overflowing pussy, mixing wit

Chapter 2Her dark hair, once a tangled mess, now looked sleek and glossy, falling in waves down her back. My fingers had worked magic, taming every strand of her wild hair. Elara turned her head this way and that, admiring the way the light shone on her hair. A slow, satisfied smirk curled her lips. "Wow," she breathed, her voice thick with genuine awe. She reached up, running her fingers through a section of her newly styled hair. "You're incredible, Isabella." My cheeks flushed with the faintest hint of pink, and Elara's smirk deepened, her gaze raking over my body with a possessive glint. "I think I'm gonna like having you around." My fingers twitched at my sides, my breath hitching almost imperceptibly. I kept my eyes downcast, the way I'd been trained to be proper, obedient, and invisible. But Elara wasn't having it. With a sharp click of her tongue, she spun on her heel, closing the distance between us. Her naked body moved with the effortless grace of someone who knew exa

Chapter 4The first thing I noticed was the heat. A thick, suffocating warmth pressed against my back, the slow rise and fall of Orion's chest syncing with the lazy thrum of his heartbeat. His arm was a heavy, possessive weight draped over Elara's waist, fingers curled just beneath the swell of her breast, as if even in sleep, he couldn't resist claiming her. The smell was musky and sweet, filling the room, tangled with the strong scent of sex; it clung to the sheets, the air, everything. I shouldn't have been at that party. A growl vibrated low in my chest, more frustration than threat. I moved a tiny inch, careful not to jolt the bed, and slid out from beneath Orion's arm, my bare skin peeling away from his with a quiet schlick of sweat and friction. The floor was cold beneath my feet, the marble tiles leeching the heat from my soles as I stood, naked and exposed in the dim glow of the dying fireplace. A t-shirt lay crumpled near the foot of the bed, and I tugged it over my head

Chapter 6My pulse spiked, my breath coming faster as I bent over the bed, folding the sheets with exaggerated slowness. I arched my back, pushing my ass out, the dress hitching up to fully expose the glistening folds of my cunt, the pink, puffy lips already slick with arousal. I could feel his gaze on me before I even heard the door close. "Good afternoon, Alpha," I murmured, my voice thick with need. He didn't answer. The rustle of fabric was my only warning before he strode past me, his shoulder brushing against mine hard enough to knock me off balance. I gasped, steadying myself against the bedpost, my fingers curling around the wood. The heat of his body radiated against my skin as he moved to the other side of the room, unbuttoning his shirt with sharp, jerky movements. The muscles in his back flexed, the inked patterns shifting with every motion. They were dark, intricate designs that marked him. He was a god. A monster. "Fucking worthless," he growled, the words coming ou

Chapter 8Something inside him snapped.His eyes darkened, the gold bleeding to black as his pupils blew wide, and the air between us crackled with something electric, something feral. His cock throbbed against me, the thick length pulsing, straining against his slacks, and I could see it… the way the fabric tented, the way the head pressed against the zipper, already damp at the tip.My cunt clenched, my juices pooling beneath me, soaking through my panties, the scent of my arousal thick and intoxicating.With a snarl, he tore at my clothes.The sound of fabric ripping filled the room as he shredded my trousers, the seams giving way beneath his strength, the cool air hitting my bare skin. I gasped as he yanked the tattered fabric away, my panties the only thing left between me and his hungry gaze. His hands were on me again in an instant, gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he dragged me to the edge of the table, my ass half-hanging off. My shirt was next, the but