Page 65 of Make You Mine

Madelyn purses her lips, her cheeks still flirting with me in that shade of pretty in pink. “That was…” A puff of breath. “So damn good.”

I cackle, press my hand against my covered dick. “Fuck, yeah.”

She tilts her head, looking at me, carefully inspecting me. “Did you—” She points at my pants.

I clear my throat and straighten in my seat. “No comment.”

“Oh, my God.” She giggles, finally recovering from the state of oblivion. “You did!”

“I’m not saying I did. And I’m not saying I didn’t either.”

She scoots over to me and gnaws at her bottom lip. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s going to get a change of clothes. I hope it was worth it.”

“Let’s just say you’re welcome to ride my other thigh anytime, Little Demon. Just say the word.”

I can’t keep my eyes off Maddy. She stands in front of me now, in nothing but artificial light and unmatching underwear, and she’s still the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen.

Maybe us, together now, isn’t such a sin. It feels good. Fuck, it feels incredible.

We’re adults. We don’t even live with our parents anymore. There’s no point in resisting it.

I truly don’t think I’ll ever get over Madelyn. There’s no one else for me.

If I knew that getting her drunk would get her with me…I would have bought her a drink ages ago.

Except I did know. I knew, and I still held myself. Because the reasonable part of me knows that I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m no good for her. And I never will be.

20

HIM

Broken promises were not part of my plan for tonight.

I fucking anticipated that call all day.

I cleaned myself up, got one of those neon masks I know she loves, and I was going to ease her into it.

Heck, I even put on cologne, as if she could smell me through the screen.

But my girl disappointed me. Sending me her location to let me know she’s in an atrocious bar and ditching me for scum, instead of getting on an intimate call with me?

She got impatient. She knew very well we should take our time. There’s no rush to meet up; I’d make it worth it for her. All she had to do was play along.

Now, she’s sleeping tight in her bed, with her pretty cunt happy, while I’m dealing with the aftermath of her mistakes.

This world isn’t fair. That much is true.

Actions have consequences. And her actions will be punished. That’s the only way we learn.

That’s why I’m doing this. For her. She should have listened to me. Be my good girl, and only mine.

I’m making sure she doesn’t make any more of these mistakes.

I’m sitting in the driver’s seat now in a car that isn’t my own.

My victim is knocked out in the trunk.

He isn’t dead. Yet.