Page 65 of Make Me Yours

This was dangerous territory I was crossing over into. I was risking becoming fatally addicted to her taste, to the feel of her luscious skin under my fingers. But that was the thing about me. I now lived for the thrill of danger.

I’d become an adrenaline junkie in the past month. Getting into sketchy shit with Kane and Stephan was me looking for a thrill or looking to be buried six feet under with a bullet to the head. Either way, it was a rush I craved. Like an addict going through withdrawals from my favorite drug, I’d become addicted to another.

My hands travel under her dress, finding the luxurious silk of her panties. I want to tear away the irksome clothes keeping her beauty hidden from me, so I do. I hitch her dress up and around her waist, exposing her pretty little cunt as I tear the silk away.

Her eyes grow wide as she releases my lips and tries to pull away. “Kai, what are you doing? Please, don’t…” but I take her in another breathtaking kiss and swallow her plea.

“Shh baby girl, let me make you feel good. Let me show you what I can’t find the words to tell you.” Slowly, I run my middle finger back and forth through her luscious folds coated in her sweet arousal.

“Gaah,” she squeals, covering her mouth in shock when she realizes the noise came from her. She’s so fucking wet, so needy, and ready for me. Hearing her say he’s touched her, that he dared lay a damn finger on everything that’s mine, has made me see fucking red.

I need to erase every trace of him off of her and show her that despite everything that’s transpired between us, she will always belong to me.

Without warning, I thrust two fingers inside of her, making her cry out in pleasure. My fingers try to stretch her, prepping her for when I shove my aching cock inside, but she’s so fucking tight. I pinch her clit, pressing my thumb into her and twirling it around as I continue to thrust my fingers into her.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock, squeezing me tight until you get your fill of me.”

“Oh god,” she whimpers, and it’s a sound I’ll never get out of my mind. She’s panting, already so close to coming for me and coating my fingers in her arousal. Her hands come up to cover her mouth again, but when I flick her clit once more, they land on my shoulders, trying to keep herself steady. “Yes, aaah, that feels so good. Please…” Her words die on her lips as she grinds her clit against my palm. I increase my speed and force, bringing her to the edge as my free hand grabs a chunk of her gorgeous hair, pulling it back, and exposing her neck to my greedy mouth. “Aaah, I’m begging you. Kai, I need you, I need you to…”

Biting down on the alluring flesh of her neck, I groan. “What do you need, Dollface? I need to hear you say it, Stella. Baby, tell me what you need me to do?” I suck on her flesh, not giving two fucks if I leave a mark. Better yet, I should, if not only to show that fucker she belongs to me, then to remind her she does.

“Fuck me,” she cries out, desperate and pleading, “I need you to fuck me, Kai, please. Please, I’ve never needed anything more.” I can’t help but smile widely.

Like music to my ears, I obey her demand and make her come on my fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm before flipping her around, her needy little ass pressing back against me to feel my erection poking her. Yes baby, show me what you want.

I walk us over to the full-length mirror beside her bed, needing her to see what she looks like, how I make her feel as I fuck her. I need her to remember what she looks like when she comes for me. I need to imprint myself in her every waking thought. She will be his, but in the end, she needs to know she will always have been mine.

Lifting her dress over her waist, tearing the fabric some more, I quickly move to unbuckle my pants, shoving them down to my ankles along with my briefs. My thick cock is so fucking hard, it’s almost painful to spend another moment without being inside of her.

She feels me against her back, and instead of going stiff like I’d expected, she pushes back, taunting me.

Without warning, I push her legs apart, almost making her lose her balance, but hold her up against me. I arch her back forward, making her press her palms against the mirror to hold herself steady.

“Hold on baby, I won’t be gentle with you. It’s physically impossible for me to hold back.”

In one swift thrust, I shove my dick inside of her, almost coming on the spot from how euphoric she fucking feels.

“Gaah,” she cries out in pain or pleasure, honestly it sounds the same to me. But the moment her pussy clenches around me, already pulsing with need and I haven’t even started really moving, I know it's the latter. It’s like a fire is lit under me as the sweetest sound leaves her lips, and I move faster, pounding inside of her, thrust after thrust, her ass slapping against my thighs. My left hand holds her in place, my fingers pressing into her soft, pale flesh, making her bright red. She’ll probably be bruised tomorrow, actually I hope she is. My right hand grabs hold of her hair, pulling her back, her neck and back, arching toward me.

“Yes, more,” she begs, and I pull tighter, bringing her over the edge time and time again before letting her find release. I shouldn’t be so rough with her, especially since I now fear she’s lied to me about him touching her. I look up to meet her gaze and find tears slipping out of her eyes, but she doesn’t look upset or even broken. She looks alive. More alive than she ever has. The look she’s giving me as I bring her so close to her climax makes me ready to come inside of her.

“Fuck,” I hear a low curse almost like a whisper, the distant sound muffled by her desperate moans. Looking up into the corner of the mirror, I catch his reflection as he slowly opens the door to her room. Fuck, I thought I’d locked it, but in the heat of the moment I must have forgotten.

He’s fucking pissed, but more than that, he seems resentful. He has to know she’s in love with me, probably only accepting his proposal out of spite. It pisses me off. How dare the asshole interrupt us? How dare he interrupt this perfect, intimate moment?

I guess there’s no better way to prove to him she may have said yes to him, but she belongs to me. Always has, always will.

One, two, three quick deep thrusts and she’s coming over my dick, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Oh God, Kai!” The way my name rolls off her lips has me right there with her, unloading into her, her pussy tightening around me and pumping me dry. It’s like she knows the mere sound of her voice made me come harder than I ever had.

“Fuck!” Without giving her a chance to regroup, I pull out of her and flip her around, slamming her down onto the bed, the mattress sinking as we fall upon it. I kneel in front of her, bringing my head down to her thighs splayed open on the bed before me.

She’s perfect. Her lips are so pink and plump, her thighs red and sensitive, surely aching from the rough fuck. The sight of her dripping in her arousal mixed with my release has me salivating. The moment I bring my nose down to her center, running it through her opening, I nearly come again from the delicious scent.

“Please, I need more,” I hear her murmur in between heavy breaths. I lick her slowly, softly, her swollen lips hot and perfect against my tongue. She arches her back on the mattress, already on the edge of another orgasm.

She’s so responsive, “Did pretty boy’s tongue do that?” I groan, feeling her writhe beneath me, knowing he’s still at the door watching, listening in. I can’t give her false hopes of a commitment I wouldn’t be able to see through, but I need to show her how I feel. Actions speak louder than words, and in this case, I hope they’re fucking screaming.

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