All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

AUTHORShe hung there like something already half-dead. Her wrists were screaming where the iron cuffs had chewed the skin raw. Blood had dried in thin, sticky tracks down her forearms. Every breath pulled at the bruises blooming across her ribs. The clearing smelled of damp earth and her own fear. And Andre was smiling. He paced in front of her, boots scuffing the dirt with that lazy, pleased look on his face like he’d just won a game only he was playing.“Look at you,” he said, voice soft, almost affectionate. “Maya the firecracker. All that mouth and now you’re just… hanging there. Pretty little thing when you’re quiet.”Her throat worked. She forced the words out anyway. “Don’t. I’m warning you. Get away from me.”He laughed, short and bright. “Warning me? Baby, you’re chained to a tree. What are you gonna do, glare me to death?” He stepped closer, close enough that she could smell the sweat and the cheap cologne on him. “You should see your face right now. All that fight and

TRISTAN I found her hovering on the edge.Maya’s body was ice in my arms, so cold it felt like the rain had soaked straight through to her bones. Her skin was pale, almost translucent under the faint light filtering into the hollow, lips tinged blue, and every shallow breath she took rattled something deep inside my chest. She was still with me- barely but I could feel how close she was to slipping. Hypothermia. Shock. Blood loss. Any of it could take her if I didn’t do something now.“Maya.” My voice came out rough, almost broken. I pressed my forehead to hers, rainwater dripping from my hair onto her face. “Stay with me. You’re freezing. I know it hurts, but I need you to stay right here with me.” She made a soft, weak sound. Her fingers twitched against my soaked shirt. That tiny movement nearly undid me.I didn’t hesitate. Fear clawed up my throat, sharp and urgent. If I kept her in these wet clothes, she would keep losing heat. I stripped my jacket first, then my shirt, the col

MAYAThe first thing I felt was the weight.Not the pain though that was there but, a dull, deep ache that lived in every muscle and bone, but the heaviness of simply existing again. My eyelids were lead and my throat was like sandpaper. Somewhere nearby, machines beeped in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the sluggish thud of my own heart.Maybe days?I didn’t know it yet, but that was how long I had been gone. My lips parted. A dry, cracked sound scraped out of me. “Mom…?”The chair scraped. Footsteps. Then my mother’s face was above me, eyes already flooding, hands trembling as they cupped my cheeks like she was afraid I might vanish again.“Maya- oh my God, Maya-” Her voice broke completely. She pressed her forehead to mine, tears dripping onto my skin. “You’re awake. You’re awake, baby. You’re here.”A second presence filled the other side of the bed. My father’s large, warm hand closed over mine. When I managed to turn my head, his eyes were red-rimmed, jaw clenched so tight

MAYAI was drowning in it.The dream had me naked, skin flushed and fever-hot, thighs slick with my own arousal. I could feel it- thick and shameless, soaking the sheets beneath me and dripping down the cleft of my ass. My hips rolled on their own, desperate, chasing friction that wasn’t there until suddenly it was. A hard, thick length nestled right between my folds.I whimpered in my sleep, grinding harder, coating that semi-erect cock in the wetness that kept pulsing out of me in tiny, humiliating spurts. It felt so good. So filthy. My clit dragged along the ridged underside with every restless rock of my hips and soft, broken sounds spilled from my open mouth. “Maya…”The voice was low, rough with sleep, and so close it ghosted over the back of my neck. Soft lips pressed between my shoulder blades.My eyes fluttered open.Reality slammed into me at the same time as the realization of what I was doing. I was naked. Tristan was naked behind me. And I was shamelessly grinding my so