Page 129 of Make You Mine

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I stare down at my hands, stretch my fingers , trying to understand that it’s really me, in my body, no one else.

This is real.

“Are you not going to say anything?” Madelyn grunts now, growing impatient. “I know it’s you, so there’s no need to deny it anymore. But at least you could try to convince me you’re not the fucking devil incarnate.”

I wish I could tell her everything—That I am, too, coming to terms with what’s happening. That I’m not one-hundred-percent sure of how I got here. That I want her so freaking much, that I have wanted her for so damn long. That I’ve been dreaming about this moment. I want her to be mine, to keep, to fuck, to love, and to protect against all odds.

I know it’s wrong. She’s flawless, and I’m broken. I’m a broken piece of shit.

A monster I can’t control.

Yet my words betray me.

“Maddy, I—” I sigh, slamming my fist against the side of my head. “Fuck. I’m a fucking idiot.”

She scoffs, her chest puffing. She’s so tiny and vulnerable next to me. Shaking her head, she pushes past me.

“You are a fucking asshole, that’s what you are.” She heads for the open door and walks out. “And I’m stupid for doing this, trying to give you a chance,” she shouts from the other side.

“Maddy, wait!” I pull up my pants and rush after her.

I catch her standing in the reception. She didn’t leave.

She looks over my shoulder. “I can’t fucking leave.” She presses her hands tighter against her chest now as she pins to face me. “I’m naked, and you literally destroyed my clothes.”

“I—I did?” My eyes widen.

Fuck. I must have done it, but I can’t remember a single thing.

“Please, stop pretending.”

“Little Demon, I—” Pause. “I’m not pretending.”

“Then what are you doing? Denying? Are you trying to make it all go away just like you’ve been doing all these years? Pretending nothing happened between us again?”

“No.” I plant my hands in my pockets, shaking my head furiously. “You’re right. I will take accountability for what happened between us, Madelyn. I am. And you’re right. I want to explain everything. I want to talk. Let’s just⁠—”

I take off my hoodie and pass it to Madelyn.

“Here,” I say. “Put this on. I’m sorry about your clothes.”

She doesn’t say a word as she takes the hoodie from me. I’m way taller than her, so it’s long enough that it reaches her knees.

“I’m honestly not sure anymore whether an explanation will be enough.” Maddy purses her lips, the crease between her eyebrows more defined. Her messy chocolate hair falls in waves over her shoulders, matching the black hoodie perfectly. “Right now, the idea of calling the police and locking your ass sounds way more tempting.”

“Please…it’s me.” I grit my teeth, drawing closer to her, shortening the distance between us. “I’m trying to do what’s right for fucking once in my life.”

“Yes. It’s you. That’s why I’m so freaking furious,” she snaps. “Because it’s been you all along, Kayden.”

She pushes me again, and I stumble back.

“What the fuck?” She says. “You literally stole my diary and tormented me for weeks. All because you, what? You wanted to fuck me? Degrade me? Relive some of the past because you’re bored with your routine? Wasn’t it enough seven years ago? All the humiliation? Robbing me of experiences? Taking away my first kiss? My first moment of intimacy with someone?” She sighs. “Did you have to claim my body, too?”

I tilt my head in confusion.

“Fuck. I let you release yourself inside me. I thought you cared about me. I trusted you. Your fucking cum is dripping down my legs.”