《Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection)》全部章節：第 291 章 - 第 300 章

Chapter 4Her grip on my throat tightened, not enough to choke, but enough to remind me who owned me. The three women remained frozen on the ground, the terror on their face that should have sickened me, but only made my dick throb harder against Sophia's thigh.Then it began.A wet, cracking sound ripped through the night air. Sophia's back arched violently, her spine visibly shifting beneath her glowing skin. The nubs I'd felt earlier began to elongate, pushing through her flesh with sickening pops of tissue and bone. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes burning brighter until they cast their own hellish light across the clearing."Watch," she commanded, her voice deeper now, resonant with something ancient and hungry.I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her transformation accelerated. The elongating nubs stretched and unfurled, black and leathery, like bat wings but larger, more scary looking. With each crack of bone, they grew, stretching wider until they cast sha

Chapter 2The thick, salty heat floods my tongue, coating the back of my throat in rhythmic pulses. I hold him there, my lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft, feeling the frantic, final spasms of his orgasm as his hips jerk against my face. His fingers are tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, but I don't pull away until I've milked him for every last drop. I swallow, the action deliberate and loud in the confined space of the VIP bathroom, the taste of him is bitter and musky, settling heavily on my palate.Outside the heavy oak door, the pounding intensifies, the vibrations rattling the brass handle and traveling through the floorboards to my knees."Marcus! Marcus, open this door right now!" Claire’s voice is shrill, cutting through the haze of sex and steam that fills the room. It’s no longer a polite tap; it’s a demand, fueled by the kind of panic that only sets in when a woman realizes she’s lost control of her man. "I know you’re in there! I saw you co

Chapter 4Claire’s Pov I take a step, my bare foot finding the rough stone of the balcony floor. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the ragged sound of Marcus’s breathing behind me. I think it’s over. I think I’ve broken him enough.Then a hand clamps around my wrist. Before I can process the shock, a second hand seizes my other arm. land my back collides with the iron railing.The impact drives the air from my lungs in a sharp, wheezing gasp. The metal bars are freezing, biting into my spine, bruising the skin instantly through the cold. I stumble, my legs giving way, but he doesn’t let me fall. Marcus looms over me. His face is a mask of blood and sweat, streaked where my nails raked him, his eyes wild and bloodshot. He isn’t looking at me like a lover or even an enemy; he’s looking at me like something that needs to be obliterated.He yanks my wrists upward, pinning them hard against the cold iron bars, forcing my body to arch awkwardly, thrusting my c

Chapter 2For a moment I’m completely frozen in place, the pass in my sweaty hand feeling impossibly heavy, like it might slip right through my fingers. Mia’s jumping up and down beside me, her mouth going a hundred miles an hour, but I can’t make out a single word. The ringing in my ears and the thunderous roar of the crowd still screaming for an encore drown everything else out. Then a heavy hand clamps down on my upper arm, firm and tight. I look up to see one of the security guards towering over me, built like a damn mountain, his face completely unreadable.“Ava!,” he says, voice low and rumbling “This way.”He starts carving a path through the packed bodies like a ship cutting through rough water, and I have no choice but to follow, my boots sticking and peeling off the gross, beer-soaked floor with every step. The crowd presses against my back, thousands of voices, raw and desperate, all calling for the man I’m being led toward. It’s overwhelming. We push through a heavy s

Chapter 4The head of his cock is right there, hot and heavy against my lips. I can taste the salty precum already leaking from the tip, that thick musky smell of him filling my nose. My mouth waters even though my jaw still aches from before. I flick my tongue out, licking slow across the swollen head, and he hisses through his teeth, fingers tightening in my hair.I open wider and take him in, sliding my lips down his shaft. He’s so fucking thick, stretching my mouth wide, veins pulsing against my tongue. I bob my head, trying to take more, spit already dripping down my chin. My hands grab his thighs for balance, nails digging in as I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks.“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he groans, voice all rough and low. His hips start rocking, pushing deeper. I gag when he hits the back of my throat but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want to earn it so bad my pussy’s throbbing.He fucks my face for a minute, short thrusts that make wet, filthy noises echo in the ro