All Chapters of Make Me Yours: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TRISTANWhat the fuck is wrong with you?I cursed under my breath the second I closed the bedroom door behind me, leaning back against it like the wood could hold me together. My chest was still heaving. My fingers still tasted like her- so sweet, fucking addictive, the slick evidence of Maya’s dripping little cunt burned into my tongue.She was my cousin’s daughter. My own blood, even if distant. Twenty years old. Innocent. Virgin until last night. And I’d just sucked her juices off her fingers like a starving animal.“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a hand down my face. “You’re slipping, Desmond. You’re fucking slipping.”I’d spent years keeping my distance. Years burying every filthy thought I had about her since that garden party when she turned sixteen and suddenly looked at me like I was the only man alive. I’d fucked other women harder, worked longer hours, told myself the pull was nothing. A passing sickness. But last night she’d begged me on that couch— spread open, soaked, calli

TRISTAN I sat in the living room with a cup of fresh black coffee going cold in my hand and laptop open on my lap, emails blurring in front of my eyes. Every thirty seconds my gaze drifted to the staircase like a fucking addict waiting for his next hit.Maya hadn’t come down once. Not for lunch. Not for dinner. She’d refused the tray I sent up, refused to answer when I knocked. The whole day she’d stayed locked in that room, and I knew exactly why.I sighed and slammed the laptop shut, tossed it onto the opposite couch like it had personally offended me. My fingers raked through my hair, pulling hard. A low growl tore from my throat. “Fuck, Desmond. You’re a goddamn idiot.”I shouldn’t have touched her last night. Shouldn’t have sucked her fingers clean like a starving man. Shouldn’t have let her see how badly I wanted her before I shut it all down with cold, cruel words. She was my cousin’s daughter. Twenty. Virgin. And I’d treated her like a toy I could play with and then discard.

MAYA “Let me help you… Daddy.”Tristan’s thick cock twitched hard against my thigh the moment the words left my lips. I could feel it- hot, heavy, throbbing with hunger even through his boxers. My mouth watered. I wanted to touch him, taste him, make him lose control the way he kept making me lose mine.But Tristan just watched me for a long second, those dark eyes burning. Then he leaned down slowly and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead. “You need to rest, princess,” he murmured, voice low and rough.A desperate whimper slipped out of me. I turned my face into his neck, hiding against his warm skin, breathing him in- that intoxicating mix of rain, soap, and pure man. My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but the ache between my legs only grew sharper.“I want more of you…” I whispered against his throat, cheeks burning crimson with embarrassment and need. “Please, Daddy… I want all of you.”Tristan let out a low, dangerous chuckle that vibrat

MAYA I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, turning slowly from side to side.The black off-shoulder blouse clung to my curves perfectly, the neckline dipping low enough to show the soft swell of my breasts and the delicate line of my collarbones. The short, tight black skirt hugged my ass and hips like a second skin, ending high on my thighs. My long dark hair fell straight down my back, and the thin gold jewelry which included a necklace, hoop earrings, and a few bangles, caught the light beautifully.I looked hot. Really hot.A small, satisfied smile curved my lips as I ran my hands down my waist. After everything that happened with Tristan- the fever, his mouth between my legs, the way he’d made me squirt and then called me “little devil”- I needed to feel powerful today. University was the perfect place to remind myself I was a 20-year-old fashion design student who could turn heads.I hadn’t spoken to Tristan since last night. Not a single word. I’d spent the

MAYA The drive felt endless.Tristan’s hand stayed on my thigh the entire way, fingers digging in possessively every time I shifted. My wrists were still bound with his belt, resting in my lap, and my short skirt had ridden up so high I was basically flashing him. He didn’t speak much- just drove faster, jaw clenched, eyes dark with that dangerous hunger I was starting to crave.We left the city behind and pulled onto a private road that led to a sprawling farmhouse on the outskirts. Tall trees, no neighbors, completely isolated. His private place.He cut the engine, got out, and came around to my side. Without a word he unbuckled me, hauled me out, and threw me back over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.“Tristan-!” I gasped, my bound hands pressing against his back, skirt riding up even higher.“Quiet, princess,” he growled, one big hand palming my bare ass cheek as he carried me inside. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.”He kicked the heavy wooden door sh