บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

MAYAThe voice on the other end of the door belonged to… Liam. “ Are you in there? “But for one split second, I thought I heard someone else's voice from the party still echoing somewhere in my drunk mind. My hazy brain tried to register it, but the second Tristan spoke- low, commanding, and filled with that dark possession I craved- everything else disappeared.I didn’t reply to whatever ghost of Liam I thought I heard and hoped Tristan didn't hear either but too bad, The Devil did but right now, there was nothing else to think of as I only moaned for the man who owned me.“Daddy…” I whimpered desperately, rolling onto my back on the big guest bed. The phone was propped perfectly on the nightstand, camera angled straight between my legs. I spread my thighs wide, knees falling open like a desperate little slut, completely exposing my soaked, puffy pussy and my twitching asshole to him. Tristan’s sharp inhale was loud through the speaker. “Fuck, Maya… look at you.”I was dripping. C

MAYAI sat in the passenger seat, watching the city lights streaking by like accusations I couldn’t escape. My life was completely fucked. One wrong move, one night of letting my guard down with Jackson, and everything exploded. Violet calling me desperate or delusional. The hurt sat heavy in my chest, a raw ache that made breathing feel like work. I was so tired of it all. That’s all I could manage right now, staring at my hands in my lap, nails pressing into my palms. Why did I think things could be different? The spotlight had turned my world into a circus, and I was the clown who fell for it every time.I felt Liam glance over every few seconds. He cleared his throat. “Maya, look… I’m sorry about Violet. She’s been pursuing Jackson like crazy. You know- texts, surprise pop-ups at every event. It’s exhausting even watching it. But Jackson- likes you. We can see, You’re the one he’s actually interested in.”I let out a long sigh, the sound shaky in the small space. The pain twist

MAYAI woke up the next morning with a heavy, hollow feeling in my chest. The Paris sunlight streaming through the windows did nothing to lift the weight pressing down on me. Everything felt wrong. The scandal, distance from Tristan and the way my life had spiraled into something I barely recognized- it all sat on my shoulders like a burden I couldn’t shake. I missed Tristan so much it physically ached. His voice, his touch, the way he made me feel safe even when he was being possessive and dark. Without him, everything felt empty.I dragged myself out of bed and took a long, hot shower, letting the water run over my skin as if it could wash away the mess in my head. It didn’t. I changed into a simple white top and soft shorts, brushed my hair, and walked out of the guest room feeling no better than when I’d gone to sleep.Suddenly, I heard voices from the living room. Mom was talking to someone. Who could it be this early? I paused at the entrance, then stepped in.My heart stop

MAYAThe bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where the music hummed low and the air smelled like whiskey and expensive perfume.I was sitting on a high stool beside Liam, nursing a cocktail I barely tasted. My mind was literally miles away- back in that phone call with Tristan two days ago. The way his voice had gone cold and sharp when I mentioned Paris, Jackson, the party… and Liam. He hadn’t sounded pleased at all. I tried to explain that it was nothing, that Liam was just a friend helping me escape the chaos, but Tristan had cut me off with a low, dangerous “We’ll talk later” before hanging up.I hadn’t heard from him since. That silence hurt more than any fight.And……How did I even end up here tonight?Liam had shown up at the penthouse unannounced, leaning against the doorframe with that cocky grin. “Come on, Maya. You’ve been cooped up for days. One drink. I promise I’ll behave.” When I tried to refuse, he dramatically threatened to carry me down to the car himself. “Don’t

MAYAI widened my legs on the passenger seat, my thighs parting shamelessly even with the blindfold tight over my eyes. The darkness only made me more aware of Tristan’s heavy presence, his scent filling the car and that raw masculine edge that made my pussy throb instantly. I knew it was him. No one else could make my body react like this. I arched my back, pushing my hips forward, the short skirt riding up to expose my soaked panties.“Tristan…” I whimpered, my voice already small and shy despite the desperate heat flooding me. “It’s you. Please… I need you so badly. I’ve been aching for weeks.”His hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers brushing so close to my dripping core that I moaned and tried to grind against him. But he pulled back abruptly. The loss hit me like a slap, leaving me empty and pulsing.“No- please don’t stop,” I begged, my tone cracking with need. “Touch me. I’m so wet for you. I need your fingers stretching me, please, Tristan. I can’t take the teasing.”He