All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MAYA I was stunned.Dad’s question hung in the air like a guillotine. “You weren’t at university. So where did you both go?”My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Tristan’s foot was still pressed firmly against my throbbing clit, rubbing slow, filthy circles that made my legs shake uncontrollably. My silk shorts were soaked through. I could feel my wetness coating his toes. My eyes rolled back for a split second before I squeezed them shut, biting my lower lip so hard I tasted blood.A tiny, broken whimper tried to escape. I swallowed it down. Tristan’s foot suddenly pulled away.The loss was immediate and cruel. My aching pussy clenched around nothing, desperate and empty. I sighed softly, trembling, thighs pressing together under the table. My body still burned for more. I was so close- right on the edge- and now I was left throbbing, denied again.Mom tilted her head, looking at me with gentle confusion. “Maya? Honey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is everything alright?”D

MAYA I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, turning slowly from side to side.The dress I’d designed myself looked even better than I’d imagined. A delicate white crocheted top hugged my curves like it was made for my body, the intricate pattern showing just enough skin to feel soft and feminine without being too revealing. The pink skirt flowed gently around my thighs, short enough to tease but elegant enough for a high-society kitty party. The contrast against my snowy skin made me look almost glowing LIKE SO soft, delicious, and breathtaking. My long dark hair fell in perfect waves down my back, and the light gloss I’d just applied made my naturally plump lips look shiny and inviting. I smiled at my reflection, feeling pretty for the first time in days. Then I felt it- that heavy, burning gaze on my back. My eyes lifted in the mirror.Tristan was leaning against the wall behind me with arms crossed over his chest. He was already dressed for whatever business

MAYA I walked a step behind Mom like the perfect, obedient daughter I was supposed to be, my pink skirt swishing softly around my thighs with every step. The white crocheted top I’d designed myself felt suddenly too delicate, too revealing under the bright chandeliers of Mrs. Handerson’s mansion. The kitty party was in full swing with soft classical music, the clink of champagne flutes, the murmur of high-society women and their perfectly groomed daughters filling the air.Mom was in her element. She greeted every woman with that warm, elegant smile of hers, air-kissing cheeks and laughing lightly. “Mrs. Levit, you look radiant! And is this your daughter Rebeca? Maya, come say hello,” Mom called, pulling me forward.I smiled politely, extending my hand. “Hi, Rabeca. Nice to meet you. Your dress is gorgeous.” It wasn’t a lie and I as a fashion designer knew a fabric with just a glance. She beamed. “Thank you! Your dress is so unique. Did you design it yourself?”Before I could answer

MAYAMy mind was a storm of doubt and pain.Tristan wasn’t in love with me. He couldn’t be. He was playing with me- using me as a distraction, a toy, a way to satisfy the dark lust he’d kept buried for years. That’s all this was. All those filthy words, the spankings, the fingers inside me, the obsessive growls… it was just desire. Nothing more. If he really loved me, he would have kissed me. He would have held me like I mattered beyond my body. But he never did. He always stopped short of my lips, like even that was too intimate for whatever this twisted thing between us was.I hated him for making me fall so hard. I hated myself more for still wanting him.When I stepped out of the mansion and saw him storming toward us, my heart shattered and burned at the same time. Jax was still behind me, calling my name, but all I could see was Tristan. He was tall, furious, black suit rumpled like he’d thrown it on in rage. His eyes locked on me first, then flicked to Jax with pure murder in

MAYAHe hovered over me like a storm cloud ready to break.Tristan’s body caged me completely on the mattress, hands planted on either side of my head, his black shirt still half-open from earlier, revealing the hard planes of his tattooed chest. His dark eyes burned down into mine. So intense, unblinking, filled with so many things I couldn’t name. Rage. Pain. Obsession. Something softer that made my heart twist.Tears kept glistening in my lashes, spilling over no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I felt so small under him, so exposed, my pink skirt bunched around my thighs, my chest heaving with broken sobs.He sighed a deep, heavy sound that seemed to come from his soul. His heart was breaking. I could see it in the way his jaw softened, the way his eyes flickered with raw hurt as he looked at my tear-streaked face.“Princess…” he murmured, voice rough but impossibly gentle. One large hand came up and stroked my cheek with heartbreaking tenderness. His thumb brushed away the