Page 24 of Make Me Yours

“Mmm,” she moans, still swaying to the beat of the music. “That’s the plan Saint,” she whispers, her eyes closing and her body pressing against me as I continue to hold her up. She’s so fucking gone. It’s weird. I didn’t even notice she drank so much.

“Your plan is for him to spike your drink with whatever he was on and drag you off the dance floor to the back hallway. He’d easily be able to take you right at this moment. You’re so fucking wasted I bet he wouldn’t even have to try hard.” I reach down to the hem of her leopard mini dress. “A little tug here, and it's up and over your ass. Another little push and he’s in this virgin little cunt.”

Suddenly she stiffens beneath my touch, her eyes shooting wide open as she stares at me with terror-stricken irises. “I um,” she shakes her head.

I lower my lips to her neck, whispering against the sweat glistened skin, fighting the urge to run my tongue along and lick it. “Because that’s what he wants, what they all want when they see you. It’s so fucking obvious how pure and untouched you are. It only makes them that more dangerous. These fuckers crave a virgin pussy. All guys do.”

“All except you,” she murmurs somberly.

I laugh. “I don’t need the added drama. No tight cunt is worth the shit-show that comes after. Chicks worship the dudes that deflower them, follow them around like helpless little puppies looking for a home.” I know I’m being harsh, but the look in her eyes, the hope I still see whenever I come to her rescue, which, against my better judgment, happens more often than I’d like, needs to be destroyed.

“You’re such a fucking dick, Malachi,” she sneers, her eyes about ready to burst with tears.

Where the fuck did that come from? My sweet talking Stella isn’t one to use such vulgar language. “Never claimed to be anything else, Dollface.”

A switch flips, and she’s suddenly back in control. “I know you act like this because you care. You care about me, but you don’t want to let me in. Why won’t you let me in, Kai?”

There it is again.Why won’t you be with me Kai,just give me a chance, Kai. It’s sad how many times I’ve rejected her, but what’s more pathetic is the amount of times she keeps coming back.

Of course I care about her. Stella Silver is a fucking goddess, a damn near perfect angel who doesn’t deserve to be stuck with some lowlife nobody like me. I come from a family of criminals, of bad people who never get their happy ending. That’s a burden I’d never place if someone like her. After the shit she’s been through, she doesn’t deserve that. So if breaking her fragile heart is what I need to do to prevent murdering it all together, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

“You and I, it’s never gonna happen, Dollface. Better get that through this pretty little head of yours. You’re gorgeous, fucking sexy as hell dressed like this…” My hand moves up her thigh, my fingers softly grazing her panties, making her whimper against me as she pushes forward to meet my touch. “But what’s between here isn’t worth the fucking headache.”

That does it. The first crack in the fragile porcelain. Tears flow out of her tired eyes, breaking through the dam, keeping them at bay. She pushes away from me, stumbling and losing her balance, falling on her ass.

“You’re an asshole Malachi Saint,” she cries out from the floor, “And I curse the day I ever fell for you.”

I reach down to help her up, but she punches my chest to get away from me. However, I’m quicker than her drunken self, scooping her into my arms and holding her fists in place as she struggles to wiggle out of my grip. “I hate you,” she cries out, kicking and screaming, causing a fucking scene.

“Shout it all you want Dollface, we both know it’s a goddamn lie.” I bring my forehead down to meet hers, her lips just a breath away from mine. If I were to lick my lips, it’d be hers I would taste, and once again, I’d be dangerously addicted.

Tears continue to stream down her pretty little face as she watches me with sad, silver eyes. Eyes that make me weak, vulnerable to her. I think that’s the most alluring thing about her, other than her obvious beauty and kind, yet submissive personality. Those big, round silver eyes that scream for someone to make give them a glimpse of what actual love is.

Too bad for her, I have no fucking clue.

Her eyes close in a plea, her lips slightly parting, and her body pressing into mine. She’s silently begging me to kiss her, to take a risk, break my rule, and take her lips in mine. I can’t give in again. The moment I do, there is no turning back.

I close my eyes, and taking a deep breath, I walk away.

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