บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 361 - บทที่ 370

Chapter 5 Victoria’s PovThe elevator ride to my penthouse is silent and Alex is still trembling beside me, his naked against the polished steel walls. His clothes remain in a heap on my office floor because I want him feeling exposed and vulnerable.He’s already stripped of his corporate armor before we've even begun. The doors slide open to my private sanctuary, floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the city lights."Kneel," I command, pointing to the white fur rug before my bed. He drops immediately, his knees sinking into the soft pile while his cock juts upward.He’s desperate leaking and then I'm circling him slowly, shedding my blazer, then my skirt, leaving me in black lace lingerie and heels. His eyes follow my every movement, pupils blown wide with need and fear.From my bedside drawer, I retrieve silk rope that matches my lipstick. His breath hitches as I approach. "Wrists behind your back." I tell him and immediately he complies, I bind him tight, the silk digging into his

Chapter 1The acrid smell of something burning hit me first, It was a sharp, metallic tang that went through the scent of fresh paint and new wood that had filled my renovated loft for weeks. I'd been hunched over my laptop at the kitchen island, fingers flying across the keyboard as I finalized my architect designs for a client, when the first flicker of orange caught my attention. Behind the newly installed subway tile backsplash, something was glowing.I pushed my chair back, my legs scraping against the concrete floor. The glow intensified, pulsing again and again. Then I saw the smoke. It was thin at first, then in a few seconds it turned into thick gray that made my eyes water and my throat tighten. The smoke detector hadn't even gone off yet, that’s how fast it happened.My fingers fumbled for my phone, hands shaking as I dialed 911. "There's a fire in my apartment," I said, my voice coming out higher than usual. "I think it has something about the electricity in my apartmen

Chapter 3The buzz of my phone on the coffee table made me jump. Three days had passed since the fire, three days of contractors' estimates and insurance coming in and out of my home, I knew all their names by heart now.I reached for the phone, my fingers still smudged with soot from where I'd been wiping down the bookshelves.Jake: Just finished a 48. Dead on my feet right now.My heart did that stupid little flutter it always did when his name appeared on my screen…I bit my lip, staring at the message. Two dots appeared, disappeared, then appeared again.Jake: Mind if I crash on your couch for a bit before heading home?My thumbs flew across the screen before I could second-guess myself.Emma: Come over. I'll make coffee.Jake: Don't want coffee. Just want to not be upright for five minutes.Emma: Then come over and just lay down.Twenty minutes later, his key scraped in the lock. I'd given him a spare after he'd helped me board up the damaged section of my kitchen wall. The door s

Chapter 5That's all the encouragement he needs. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. The force steals my breath, the pleasure so intense it feels painful yet sweet. He sets a brutal pace, each thrust harder than the last, his balls slapping against my ass. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall."Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So fucking perfect."His mouth finds mine again, all teeth and desperation. He fucks me like he's trying to crawl inside me, like he wants to possess every part of me. My nails dig into his back, leaving red trails on his skin. I meet him thrust for thrust, my body rising to meet his, taking everything he gives me and begging for more.The third orgasm builds slowly, a deep pressure in my core that grows with each thrust. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing rough circles that push me closer to the edge. "Come for me," he growls against my mouth.

Chapter 2I stand frozen, the leather of the chair still warm from his body, I take in the scent while in the chair the scent of his cologne is something dark and expensive like sandalwood and smoke.Rain streaks down the tall windows, each droplet a tiny hammer against the glass. My brother's face flashes in my mind, bruised and broken in that photograph. This is real. This is actually happening.—————————————————Morning comes too soon. A woman with sharp features and a uniform that looks extremely starched, lets me into a bedroom down the hall. The clothes laid out on the bed aren't mine, It’s a simple black dress that clings in all the wrong places and they’re no underwear. I put them on anyway even as my fingers tremble, I slide the cool fabric over my skin.At precisely nine, the same woman appears at my door. "Mr. Volkov will see you now."The study looks different in daylight. Less menacing, more imposing. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling. They're filled with leat