Page 76 of Make Me Yours

But Steven was wrong about what went down with Chris.

Maybe he’s wrong about this, too, though I have no idea how I’ll ever find out for certain. Closed adoptions are private things, and I can’t imagine my mother would have done anything but a closed adoption. She wouldn’t have wanted anyone to know that she was dumping yet another unwanted kid on her way to her shiny new life.

And Weaver could always just lie, the way he did the first time.

I spin to face him across Elaina’s large open living room, but he’s already closing the distance between us and dragging me into his arms.

His mouth covers mine, crushing my lips with a kiss that steals my breath. And even as I tell myself to push him away, I find my good arm twining around his neck, clinging to him as he grips my ass tight and our tongues stroke and spar.

The chemistry between us is just too intense, and I’ve been craving his touch since the last time he laid his hands on me.

And a part of me knows this might be the last time. Once we talk, we might never be able to touch again. There are things not evenIcan forgive, breeches of trust that there are no coming back from.

But the weak thing that I am, I need him. At least one more time.

His fingers drive into my hair, sending my ponytail holder flying as he makes a fist there. Then his lips are at my neck, his teeth dragging over the sensitive skin as he whispers, “You’re mine. This is where you belong. With me. Always.”

I shiver, knowing it’s true, but knowing it might also be impossible.

But that doesn’t stop me from dropping my sling to the floor and helping him ease off my sweater and the camisole beneath. And then he’s guiding me to the floor, and his mouth is on my nipples, and I’m begging him never to stop touching me, never to leave me.

“Never,” he promises, ripping my sweatpants down my legs with one hand as he continues to torture my electrified skin with his mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he says, groaning as he slides his hand down the front of my panties. “So wet for me. I love feeling you soaked and ready for me to fuck you, baby. I love it so fucking much.”

I whimper, lifting my hips to welcome the invasion of his thick fingers driving inside me. He hasn’t even touched my clit yet, but I’m already so close it feels like I’m being swept up in a tornado, carried higher and higher into a churning funnel cloud of desire.

And just like with an actual tornado, there’s a serious chance I won’t survive giving myself to this man again.

He’s a danger to my family and possibly the most gifted liar I’ve ever met.

“I love you, Sully,” he says, shoving his own pants and boxer briefs down far enough to bare his erection. I feel his cock feverish against my thigh and fresh heat rushes between my legs. “I’m always going to love you.”

Except that.

Thatisn’t a lie.

That’s the truth, I can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way his hand trembles as it smooths down the back of my thigh.

Before I can respond, he shoves my knee up toward my ribs and then he’s inside me, hot and bare, making me gasp as he fills me. I moan at the hint of pain that swiftly transforms to pleasure as he rides me hard, staking his claim in a way he never has before.

This man has spanked me and restrained me and whispered filthy, forbidden things into my ear, but he’s never taken me like this.

Like he can’t get close enough…

Like he’s terrified that this will be the last time, too.

“Mine, you’re mine,” he rasps as he captures my uninjured wrist, pinning it to the hard floor above my head. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Can’t you feel it? This is right,thisis what we should be fighting for.”

I arch my back, straining against his hold as much as my injured shoulder will allow, knowing he won’t let me escape. He’ll bruise me first, because he knows this is how I like it. Using every bit of my strength to fight him as he fucks me turns me on like nothing I had the guts to even imagine before Weaver.

He’s changed me, ruined me, liberated me.

He’s an anchor dragging me down to the bottom of the sea and the port in the storm I’ve been aching for my entire life.

He’s my devil and my savior and when he releases my wrist long enough to slap the side of my ass hard enough to senda shock wave through my nervous system, I come like the shameless creature I am.

I come screaming his name and crying out for mercy, but I should know better.

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