Page 61 of Make You Beg

He storms forward, digging his fingers into my arm, and snatching me from Cal.

“Let’s go, Madelyn. Time to play.”

16

KAYDEN

“Are you out of your mind?”

Maddy’s voice is cutthroat, and she attempts to swing her arm away from my lock.

But I’m stronger, and I’ve got a good grip on her.

“Don’t bother, Little Demon.” I’m not letting go. “We’re doing this.”

People are staring and talking as I drag Madelyn to the bathroom. This is the show of the century for them.

I don’t give a fuck. She’s been naughty. Provoking me this way.

Thinking she can just go and be with whoever she wants when she belongs to me.

She has no idea I know, but I do. During one of my obsessive tantrums, I put a camera in the corridor on the second floor. I watched her touch herself after leaving the puck next to the bathroom door the other night. While I was in the shower. Such a little sneaky sinner. I rejoiced in that clip more than a handful of times.

I fucking hate that I feel this. This animalistic need to snatch her away from everyone else and keep her locked somewhere only I can appreciate her.

If she wants to play with me. I’ll play. She’ll see.

She was all over that guy, but looking at me. Trying to make me jealous.

I slam the door of the bathroom and push her inside.

Seven minutes in heaven or seven minutes in hell, that’ll be her choice to make.

The crowd is eager to hear from us, and I’ll give them a show.

“She’s so lucky,” someone whispers from the other side.

“Aren’t they brother and sister?” A guy’s voice.

“Are they going to do something?”

“Press your ear to the door.” A girl.

God, people really can’t seem to mind their own business anymore.

Is that why Maddy is such a little attention-seeker?

That whole thing she did outside was for me.

Calling me. She wanted me to look.

“I’m not doing this,” she says. She folds her arms against her chest and glares at me.

Her pouty lips are colored dark red, and the little red dress she’s got on matches it perfectly.

It also leaves nothing to the imagination. Her tits are practically pouring out of it, and the skirt is too short.

Her delicious thighs are making me hard just by staring.