Page 32 of Make You Mine

Another cackle leaves my throat. I can’t help it.

Madelyn catches up with me now, walking side by side. “Are you trying to make me puke?”

“Puke? Nah, I’d much rather you have your mouth stuffed with something else.”

She frowns, and her eyes lower to my cock. I just know it.

An electric jolt is sent right through it as if it felt her gaze.

I’ll never forget my little demon’s mouth choking on it. An image I’ve replayed thousands of times in my head.

“Shut up.” Madelyn presses her arms even tighter against her chest. Accentuating her perky breasts that suit her curves so well. “Keep the dirty jokes coming, and I’m leaving.”

Dear God, even right now, in that long black dress and cute white cardigan, she’s delectable.

“Be my guest. You’re the one complaining about walking, not me.”

Her mouth opens and closes.

“Besides, it isn’t a joke if I’m not joking.” I smirk.

She sticks her tongue out in disgust.

I have to stop this. I can’t keep trying to banter and flirt with her. I need to ignore the sexual tension between us. I’m crossing a line.

A line Madelyn makes impossible not to cross.

Fuck.

If only I hadn’t gotten that stupid letter today, I could go on with my original plan of tormenting her and making her pay. Instead, this urge inside is telling me I need to get to the bottom of this and protect her. Causing me to shift my original plans.

We keep moving forward, passing a house I used to spend more than half of my time at. My former best friend’s.

I stop, pretending to catch some air.

I want to, but I can’t simply show up there. Even if he still lives in that house, which I’m not sure he does, what would I tell Maddy? I can’t tell her that the Halloween prop store is an excuse to visit my old town in search for answers. I resume walking, and Maddy follows without a word.

“This store better be worth it. My feet are killing me,” she says after two blocks. “I don’t know why we can’t just order stuff online, like normal people do. We should have done that.”

“This? This is nothing, Little Demon. You’re out of shape.” She isn’t. She’s all curves and temptation, and I alternate between staring at her and looking for the place I’m here to see. “I could easily book you a one-on-one session with your older brother at the school gym, if you want.”

I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

Fuck, here I go again.

She sends me a death stare, her brown irises full. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

I don’t know why I do this. Teasing her is so fun, always has been.

This is what got me into all the messes. Started from my stupid impulse of wanting to ruin her in high school, then tame her in college, where, for a moment, I thought she might accept me and my twisted mind, until fate proved us wrong.

I’d treat her better if I could. If I were different. But I’m not. I’m a fuck up. I don’t know how to be normal.

I can’t change the past. I can’t change now. Our dynamic is this way.

And I know deep down there’s something inside her that enjoys it as much as I do.

A tension that draws us together.