All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Daddy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MAYATears blurred my vision as I rushed down the hallway, desperately trying to hold myself together. I wiped my cheeks furiously with the back of my hand, but more kept falling. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my heart. The fight with Tristan in the meeting room kept replaying in my head and his possessive words, the way he made me feel both loved and trapped at the same time.I couldn’t do lunch. Not like this. Not with Andre, my parents, and Tristan all at the same table while I was falling apart.I reached the elevator and pressed the button repeatedly, my fingers shaking. The doors slid open and I stepped inside, leaning against the cool metal wall. I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose myself before the doors could close.But they didn’t.A strong hand shot out at the last second, stopping the doors. My heart jumped into my throat as Tristan stepped inside, tall, imposing, and radiating that dangerous mix of anger, pain, and raw obsession. Before I cou

MAYAThe hug from Jax was warm, familiar, and completely unexpected. His arms wrapped around me tightly, almost desperately, as if he’d been holding onto something heavy and I was the only thing that could ground him. I froze for a second, still raw from crying, before gently patting his back.“Jax… hey,” I murmured, pulling away slightly. My voice was hoarse from all the tears.“What are you doing here?”He looked wrecked. His usually stylish hair was messy, eyes tired and a little red. He gave me a small, sad smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“I needed to see you,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry for just showing up like this. I didn’t know where else to go.”Nicole appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Jax? Wow, okay… come in, both of you. This is turning into a full drama night.”We moved to the living room. I sat back on the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap. Jax sat beside me.. and closer than I would’ve liked, but I didn’t h

MAYAI sat on the edge of Nicole’s guest bed, elbows on my knees, hands buried in my hair. Frustration boiled inside me like hot oil. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tristan’s face- that mix of rage, pain, and terrifying love that always pulled me back in. I was exhausted. Heartbroken. Angry. And still, stupidly, desperately in love with him. All of a sudden,…The door creaked open. I lifted my head, ready to tell Nicole I needed more time alone. But it wasn’t Nicole.Tristan stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, still in that perfectly fitted black suit that made him look like sin wrapped in elegance. His jaw was tight, eyes dark and stormy, but the moment they landed on me, something softer- almost broken- flickered across his face.I sighed shakily and wiped my cheeks, only then realizing fresh tears had been falling without me noticing. “Tristan… leave. Please.”He didn’t move. Instead, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a quiet click that sounded

MAYAI collapsed back onto the bed like a ragdoll, completely limp and boneless. My body felt heavy, drained, and utterly used. My legs stayed spread wide open, too weak to even think about closing. My chest heaved with harsh, desperate breaths. Sweat coated my skin, making my long hair stick to my neck, shoulders, and breasts in messy strands. I could feel the cool air kissing my soaked, throbbing pussy, still twitching from the violent orgasm I’d just had. I couldn’t even form words. Just soft, broken whimpers left my lips.Tristan moved beside me on the bed, his large, powerful body shifting gracefully as he lay on his side, facing me. One of his strong arms slid under my head, pulling me closer to him. His other hand gently cupped my jaw, tilting my face toward him.“Look at me, baby,” he murmured, voice low, dark, and full of possessive affection.I forced my heavy eyelids open. His face was so close as those intense dark eyes burning into mine with raw hunger and twisted love.

MAYAI was completely wrecked.My body felt boneless, trembling, and hypersensitive after the endless orgasms Tristan had forced out of me with just one finger. I could barely keep my eyes open, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat coated every inch of my skin, my hair stuck to my face and neck, and my pussy was still fluttering and leaking onto the sheets.But Tristan wasn’t done.A dark, devilish smirk played on his lips as he looked down at me like a predator who had only just begun his feast. His eyes were black with lust, obsession, and something dangerously unhinged.“Tristan… please,” I whimpered weakly, my voice hoarse. “I can’t… I’m too sensitive… I’ll pass out…”He chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, baby… you think I’m finished with you?” He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me moan. “You lost the game. Now I get to ruin you exactly how I promised.”Before I could protest, he grabbed my thig