บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Chapter 3The phone buzzes again on the nightstand in my bedroom. Marcus is still curled up on my sheets like a broken man, his skin shiny with sweat, tear tracks streaking his flushed cheeks. Our mixed juices glisten on his softening cock and thighs. He looks wrecked. Beautifully wrecked though.“Look at you,” I purr, dragging my nails lightly over the damp sheets beside his hip. “All shaky and pathetic. Your wife is blowing up your phone, Marcus. Want me to read her text out loud?”He buries his face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and desperate. “No… Kayla, please. Just let me”I snatch the phone anyway, swiping it open with a wicked little smile. Eleanor’s message hits like a slap: “I’m coming over. Don’t you dare leave.”A slow, hungry grin spreads across my face. “Oh, honey. The queen herself is on her way. Better clean up quick. Wouldn’t want her seeing what a filthy mess you’ve made of yourself… and my bed.”Marcus’s eyes go wide with fresh panic. He starts to scramble

Chapter 5 Wife’s PovThe words hang in the air like a threat sentence. "My turn." My designer trousers are already damp, my pussy throbbing with a sick, twisted need that makes my stomach clench. I look at Marcus. He looks so pathetic, trembling, his cock limp against his thigh and then at Kayla, smirking on the bed like she's won something."You think this is a game?" I snarl, stepping forward until my heels press into the discarded silk of Kayla's robe. "You think you can fuck my husband in our bed….well, not our bed, but still. and just walk away?" My hand shoots out, grabbing Kayla's throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen. "On your knees. Now."Kayla's smirk falters for a second, but she complies, sliding off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Good. I like that she knows when to submit. Marcus tries to shrink away, but I grab his hair, yanking his head back. "And you, you don't get to move. You're going to be my little toy tonight. My weapon."I shove Marcus towar

Chapter 2The aftershocks are still ripping through me, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Wren’s thick cock like it’s trying to milk every last drop from him. My body is wrecked trembling, oversensitive, dripping with sweat and our combined juices. I can barely catch my breath, chest heaving, when his grip on my hips tightens again. Those long, strong fingers dig into my soft flesh with renewed hunger.He doesn’t pull out. He stays buried to the hilt, stretching me open, the heavy throb of his cock a constant, overwhelming reminder that I’m completely full of him.“Ride me, Lila,” he commands, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. “Show me the desperate little mortal who wandered into my ring. Fuck me like your freedom depends on it…. well because it does.”My thighs shake. Every muscle feels liquid, used up from the brutal way he just fucked me. Part of me wants to beg for a moment to recover, to let the burning ache between my legs settle. But the glowing brand o

Chapter 4The heavy door clicks open, the sound and I flinch hard, yanking instinctively at the chains biting into my wrists. The magic holds fast, keeping me spread and helpless on the black silk. Wren steps into the room, framed by the sickly purple glow of the hallway. He isn’t alone.A second figure stumbles in behind him, a female fae with moonlight, pale skin and wild silver hair that falls like liquid over her shoulders. She’s nearly naked, wearing only a torn, sheer shift that clings to her curves and does nothing to hide the fresh bruises blooming across her thighs and hips. Her wide eyes dart around before locking onto me bound, naked, and still leaking Wren’s cum onto the sheets.Wren kicks the door shut with a final-sounding thud. He grabs the fae by the nape of her neck, fingers digging in possessively, and drags her toward the bed like a prize.“Look, little mortal,” he purrs, voice low and dripping with cruel amusement. He shoves her onto the mattress beside me. Sh

Chapter 1 The neon sign for "The Rusty Spoon" buzzed and flickered above the alley, showing rays of pink and blue across the slick pavement. Rain fell steadily on the dumpsters and fire escapes, turning everything into a hazy mess.I shifted my messenger bag higher on my shoulder, the strap digging in. Inside were half-finished logo mocks, client notes, and the familiar knot of panic that had been tightening in my chest for weeks. Three overdue projects. Seven rounds of revisions. And that bright yellow eviction notice taped to my door this morning. My stomach twisted just thinking about it.I wiped rain from my eyes and checked my phone again. 11:47. He was late. My teeth found my thumbnail, biting down hard enough to sting. The sharp little pain grounded me, but it wasn’t what I really needed. What I craved for.Footsteps cut through the downpour They were slow, confident, unhurried. I pressed my back against the cold brick wall, feeling the rough texture snag my coat. My pulse