Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Chapter 5She hauls me to my feet by my hair and pushes me. I stumble backward, losing my balance, and land hard on the floor. The carpet scrapes my skin, but I don’t have time to register the pain. Vanessa is on me instantly. She flips me onto my back, grabbing my ankles and forcing my legs wide open. I splay out before her, utterly vulnerable, my pussy throbbing and exposed.She spits on her hand, a thick, glob of saliva, and rubs it roughly between my legs, smearing it over my sensitive folds and the dried remnants of Marcus. The friction is harsh, almost painful, but my body betrays me, clenching in anticipation."You’re mine now," she growls, positioning the head of the strap-on at my entrance. "Marcus had his turn. Now you’re going to learn what a real fucking feels like."She doesn’t prep me. She doesn’t wait for me to adjust. She slams her hips forward, driving the massive cock deep inside me in one brutal thrust.I scream. It’s torn from my throat, raw and ragged. The stret

Chapter 2The alley air still clings to my skin, cool brick against my back, the ghost of Scott’s fingers still throbbing between my legs, when he grabs my wrist and pulls me into motion. His grip isn’t gentle. It’s possessive, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist like a cuff, his thumb pressing into the pulse point just hard enough to make me gasp. “Hotel’s two blocks,” he growls, his voice rough against my ear as he steers me toward the neon glow of the street. “You’re gonna walk nice and slow, like a good girl, and if you so much as think about running, I’ll bend you over the first flat surface I find and fuck you right there.”A shiver runs down my spine, but it’s not fear. It’s the promise in his words, the way his free hand slides down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me stumble before he steadies me. The sidewalk is slick under my heels, the city lights blurring as he guides me past a flickering diner sign, the scent of grease and coffee mixing with the musk of

Chapter 4The moment his cock slips out of me, I whimper at the loss, my body still trembling from the force of his thrusts. My knees nearly buckle, but Scott’s grip on my hair tightens, yanking me backward before I can collapse. His other hand clamps around my throat, fingers pressing just enough to make my pulse hammer against his palm. The cool night air hits my exposed pussy, slick and swollen, and I shiver…not from the cold, but from the way his touch still burns where he just fucked me raw.“Not done with you yet,” he growls, his voice rough, like gravel under boots. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with our combined mess, bobs in front of my face as he forces me down. My knees hit the hard tile of the balcony with a sharp sting, but I don’t resist. I can’t. His hand on my throat tilts my head back, forcing my mouth open, and I let out a broken gasp as the first thick drop of his cum lands on my tongue. Salty, bitter, all his. My lips part wider, instinct taking over,

Chapter 1Kirly slumps in the chair beside me, her usually immaculate bun half-unraveled, strands of dark hair clinging to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The spreadsheet on her screen, numbers blurring together in a way that makes my eyes ache just looking at it."Fuck this," she mutters, shoving her keyboard away with enough force that her mouse skitters off the desk. "I can’t stare at another pivot table without losing what’s left of my sanity. We need a break. A real one."I exhale through my nose, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Preaching to the choir, babe. My neck’s so tight I swear if I turn my head too fast, my spine’s gonna audibly crack like a glow stick." The knot between my shoulder blades pulses, a dull, insistent throb that’s been building since Monday. It’s Thursday. Three more days of this, and I’ll need a chiropractor…or a exorcist.Kirly’s fingers fly over her phone, thumbs tapping with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb. "There’s this pla

Chapter 3I sob, my nails raking down his arm, but he just laughs, low and cruel, and shoves his fingers deeper. The blindfold is soaked with tears I didn’t even realize I was crying, my body a live wire, oversensitive and starving. He pulls out, and I whine, but then his cock replaces his fingers, the head notching at my entrance, thick and huge.“Please,” I beg, my voice raw. “I can’t—”“You can,” he cuts me off, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. “And you will.”Then he slams into me.The stretch is obscene, burning, my walls clenching around him as he bottoms out with one brutal thrust. I scream, the sound ripped from my lungs, my fingers scrabbling at his wrists, his chest, anywhere I can reach. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls out and hammers back in, his hips snapping against my ass so hard the table skids across the floor. The blindfold is a blessing and a curse, I can’t see him, can’t brace for the next thrust, I can only take it, over and over,