Semua Bab Make Me Yours, Daddy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

MAYA“Meet Andre Reed,” my father continued. “Andre, this is my daughter Maya. The one I’ve told you so much about.”Andre extended his hand. His grip was firm, warm, and lingered a second longer than necessary. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Maya. Your father speaks very highly of you.”I forced a smile, shaking his hand while my mind screamed. This was the guy they wanted me to marry. The safe, respectable choice. The one who would secure family alliances and business deals. My thighs still ached from Tristan’s fingers. My core still fluttered from the memory of his mouth.“It’s nice to meet you too,” I replied, voice softer than I intended. I sat down across from them, crossing my legs carefully. The movement sent a fresh spark of sensitivity through me, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping."Your father speaks very highly of you. And from what I hear, your fashion designs are turning heads. I've seen photos- that red gown you did for the gala last m

MAYAThe echo of Andre's engine still rumbled in my ears long after his car vanished into the night. My hands shook as I smoothed down my dress, the silk suddenly feeling too tight, too exposing under the weight of his parting words. Once you're mine, there's no walking away. The threat slithered through my mind, as if he'd already collared me. He hadn't yelled or raised a hand; no, Andre was too controlled for that. It was the quiet certainty in his eyes, the way he'd leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin, promising a cage disguised as luxury. I hated it. Hated how it made me feel small, cornered, like prey he'd decided to toy with before the kill. My chest tightened with stress, breaths coming short and ragged. No more. I'd storm inside, find Papa in his study, and lay it all out. I'm not marrying that arrogant bastard. Find someone else to seal your deals.As soon as I turned to walk inside, I saw him.Tristan.It clicked. Tristan was a dominant, possessive man but h

MAYAThe bass thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat as Nicole and I pushed through the crowded club entrance. Neon lights pulsed, bodies writhed on the dance floor, sweat-slicked and carefree. Exactly what I needed to forget him.We found a high-top table near the edge of the VIP section. I slid onto the velvet stool, my short black dress riding up my thighs. Nicole looked stunning in her silver slip dress, but her eyes were full of worry as she studied me.“Maya, seriously, what the hell is going on?” she asked once we ordered- two shots of tequila each and margaritas. “You never drag me to clubs like this. You look hot as hell, but your eyes are wrecked. Spill.”I didn’t answer right away. The waitress returned fast, and I grabbed the first shot, tilting my head back and letting the burn slide down my throat. Then the second. The third. Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading fast. The world tilted just a little, softening the sharp edges of pain.“Tristan,” I finally said, m

TRISTANI was losing it completely. The sight of Maya spread open in my passenger seat. Her legs wide and that tiny black dress bunched around her waist with her glistening pink pussy dripping for me- had snapped the last thread of my control. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt, straining painfully against my pants like a caged animal. Jealousy still burned hot in my veins from the club. That Jax prick with his hands on her and her body grinding on someone else. She was mine. My secret obsession. My addiction. And tonight she’d pushed every single button I had.“Fuck it,” I growled, my voice dark and feral. “You want to act like a brat? Tease me? Flash that wet little cunt while I’m driving? I should bend you over this hood right now and fuck you raw until you remember who you belong to.”I wanted to. God, I wanted to punish her so badly- slam into her tight heat and show her exactly what happened when she tested a man this obsessed. But even through the red haze of lust and rage, one

MAYAMy wrists burned from pulling against the restraints, but the pain only sharpened the overwhelming need pulsing through my body. I was still spread obscenely on Tristan’s bed- knees bent high and feet dangling in the air, my virgin pussy completely exposed and dripping. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, every sensation magnified until I felt like I was going to lose my mind. My chest heaved with harsh, desperate breaths.“Tristan…” I whimpered softly, voice already hoarse. “Please… I’m so empty. I need you.”I heard a low, dark chuckle that sent fresh shivers racing over my sweat-slicked skin. Then the faint buzz of something electronic filled the room. My breath hitched.“Such a greedy little virgin cunt,” Tristan growled, his voice thick with obsession and barely leashed anger. “After everything tonight- parading that body in a club, letting another man touch what’s mine- you’re still begging. You have no idea how close I was to dragging you out and fucking you in fron