Alle Kapitel von Make Me Yours, Daddy: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

~*JUNE*~“Fuck… your pussy so tight, baby. I love how good you feel,” my boyfriend, Andrew, groans against my ear.His words melt into me, sending a shiver racing down my spine.Slowly, he rolls his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into me inch by inch until I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes my lips.My fingertips dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, but it only makes everything feel more intense.Too intense.A shaky breath escapes me as my body arches into his, chasing the sensation building deep inside me.“Don’t stop… Please… faster…” I whisper, my voice barely holding together.He leans into me, crashing his lips against mine, and I kiss him back just as messily and hungrily before he pulls back and stares at me, his eyes glazed.With his cock still buried deep inside me, he leans back, hooks his hands under my knees, and lifts my legs high, bending me nearly in half until my knees brush my chest.Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he quickens his pace, dr

~*JUNE*~I spin on my stool so fast I almost topple over.“Where is he?” I ask, feeling my heart lurch in my chest.“Over there,” Tyler says, pointing toward the VIP booth.My eyes follow his finger, and the world seems to slow, the music fading into a dull roar.Andrew and Maddie come into view, bathed in the glittering light near the VIP booth.His back is to me, but I recognize him instantly—the slope of his shoulders, the curl of his hair.In his arms is… Maddie.Her fingers are tangled in his hair, and his hands grip her hips like claws.They’re tangled together, mouths locking with a desperate, hungry intensity.My body goes rigid, and my limbs grow heavy, every nerve turning numb all at once.My heart skips a beat, then hammers in my chest, racing twice as fast.The world around me moves, then blurs into shadows and the muffled thumps of music, as I stare at them, unable to tear my eyes away.As I watch them kiss, my heart squeezes so tightly in my chest I think I’m going to hav

~*JUNE*~I know I sound crazy for asking a complete stranger to fuck me.But I don’t give a damn.Right now? I'm acting on instinct.Pure, drunken, angry, heartbroken instinct.I pull back to stare at his face, and he’s still.Completely still.His grey eyes hold my honey brown ones, unblinking.He stares at me with an emotion I can’t name.Shock? Disgust? Anger? I’m not even sure.But one thing is certain: it’s an unpleasing look.Shame crashes through me so fast I feel sick.Oh God.Oh God, what did I just do?I shouldn’t have asked him to fuck me.Now he’s going to think I’m insane.Or desperate.Or worse—both.I step back, my heels wobbling against the sticky club floor."I... I'm sorry," I stammer, heat flooding my cheeks. "I shouldn’t have... I'm drunk. I didn't mean to—"His hand shoots out, gripping my waist and yanking me close.My words die in my throat.His lips crash into mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, and I’m kissing him back before I can think—before I can stop

—•TRISTAN•—I’m not someone who enjoys going to clubs.In fact, I can’t stand them.I hate everything about them, from the deafening music that makes coherent thought impossible to the press of bodies and the stench of cheap perfume that clings to the air like smoke.The only reason I ended up in one two weeks ago was because my mate Sammie practically dragged me there by my trousers, going on about how I needed to let loose, which, if I’m honest, didn’t make much sense to me.When I got to the club that night, it took every ounce of willpower not to turn around and leave immediately.I made every effort to avoid talking to anyone.Honestly, I don’t much like people, especially women.Most of them are only interested in what they can get from me.Sammie, on the other hand, loves women—quite a lot—which didn’t surprise me in the slightest when he immediately got tangled up with some ladies as soon as we arrived.As you’d expect, he’s a proper flirt.If flirting were a brand, Sammie woul

~*JUNE*~You know that song ‘I’m Good’ by Bebe Rexha?Yeah… that’s exactly how my life’s been feeling lately.The past week had been good—better than I expected.I got my first paycheck yesterday.Seeing that amount in my account still feels unreal.When the direct deposit notification came in, I stared at the number for a solid ten minutes, refreshing the page over and over to make sure it was real.It was more money than I had ever seen in my account at once and far more than I ever expected to be paid.Getting paid $3,000 in my first month on the job isn’t something a lot of people get or have the luxury of.Best of all, I still have my job.Every day I show up and leave without getting fired feels like a small victory.I haven’t been to the CEO’s office since that day.I stayed true to the plan I made for myself—to avoid him and never cross his path again.And somehow… it worked.Since then, he has never called for me.No one has shown up at my desk with a termination letter, and n