บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 331 - บทที่ 340

Chapter 5The weight of Zane's body presses me into the mattress, his softening cock still buried deep inside me. His cum leaks out, coating my thighs with sticky warmth. His arm bands around my waist, pulling me tighter against him as he murmurs against my hair."Mine."The word vibrates through my skull, sinking into my bones. I should fight it, should remember Mia's face, remember why I came here. But my body betrays me, melting into his embrace, my muscles turning liquid with satisfaction. His fingers trace patterns on my hip, possessive and sure.Then he shifts, pulling out slowly. The loss makes me whimper, my empty pussy clenching around nothing. Zane chuckles, the sound dark and satisfied. He reaches for something on the nightstand, the black silk rope he'd brought earlier."Time to make that official," he says, his voice low and rough.My breath catches as he loops the rope around my wrist. The silk is cool against my flushed skin, smooth and unforgiving. He wraps it expe

Chapter 7He shifts his weight, freeing one hand to tear his silk pants down. His cock springs free, already hard, already leaking. The sight of it makes my mouth water, my pussy clench with need."Suck it," he commands, straddling my chest. "Suck Daddy's cock like your life depends on it."I open my mouth, and he doesn't hesitate, pushing past my lips, hitting the back of my throat.I gag, but he doesn't stop, thrusting deeper, fucking my mouth with brutal strokes. Tears stream down my cheeks as I struggle to breathe around his thickness."That's it," he groans, fisting his hands in my hair. "Take it all. Such a good little slut for Daddy."He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air. "Now my balls," he commands. "Suck my balls while I jerk off on your face."I shift position, taking his heavy sac into my mouth. The skin is soft, the weight substantial against my tongue. I suck gently at first, then harder when he groans his approval. His hand works his cock above my face, the

Chapter 9The first hint of morning bleeds through the steel shutters, painting the room in streaks of violent orange and deep crimson. I'm still on the leather sofa, my body a canvas of bruises and bite marks, Zane's cum dried on my inner thighs. My muscles ache with every breath, but there's a thrumming beneath the pain, a restless energy that won't let me rest.Zane stands by the window, his silhouette stark against the emerging dawn. The silk pants hang low on his hips, ripped open from our encounter. His phone buzzes, breaking the heavy silence."They're here," he says, his voice rough from sleep and sex. "Your sister's killer."My heart hammers against my ribs. I push myself up, the leather sticking to my sweat-slicked skin. The movement sends sharp pains through my abused body, but I ignore them. This is what I came for.The elevator chimes softly. Two men in dark suits enter, dragging something between them. There’s a black duffel bag, heavy and dripping dark liquid onto the

Chapter 2The opening notes of our program blast through the arena, but my focus isn't on the music. It's on Iris, We glide into our opening pose, my hand hovering just above her waist, not quite touching. The air between us crackles with everything unsaid.Dmitri's voice cuts through the music. "Again. From the top."We repeat the sequence, each movement sharper than the last. The death spiral, the lift, the synchronized spins,,our bodies move together with practiced precision, but something has shifted beneath the surface. When Iris's leg arches in the spiral, I notice the delicate line of her throat, the way her pulse beats visible beneath pale skin. When I lift her overhead, her weight feels different in my hands, more real somehow.As we spin together in the final element, our laced fingers press tighter than necessary. Iris's gaze meets mine, and for a heartbeat, the arena, the music, Dmitri watching, it all fades away. There's only her eyes, dark and intense, and the questio

Chapter 4 Iris gasps into my mouth, her body going rigid for a split second before she melts against me, her hands tangling viciously in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting.I back her up, slamming her against the metal lockers. The sound is a deafening clang, but neither of us cares. I’m consumed by the taste of her, minty and sweet. My hands are everywhere, grabbing at her waist, her hips, pulling her flush against me. The friction of her velvet dress against my leggings is maddening.“Fuck, Nova,” she breathes against my lips, biting down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.I growl, low in my throat, and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, her skates digging into the back of my thighs. I pin her to the lockers, my hips bucking forward, grinding the seam of my leggings against the heat between her legs. She’s so hot, even through the layers of fabric.“You drive me insane,” I mutter, dragging my mouth down her neck, sucking and biting at th