Page 14 of Make You Mine

Least of all Kayden.

Because the journal is the same wine-colored notebook he gave me on my eighteenth birthday.

The one where I wrote all my frustrated sexual thoughts about him when our relationship hit rock bottom.

All my biggest kinks and darkest, fucked up fantasies. Scenarios that never happened. I got a little creative. Set my imagination free.

If he finds it—he’ll have a feast.

It’ll be the death of me.

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KAYDEN

PRESENT - 26 YEARS OLD

I should really stop pumping my dick to images of her, but I can’t help myself.

Remembering the way Madelyn panicked, how she tried so hard not to break and let me help her.

How she wanted to escape me. Knowing the power I still hold over her gets me hard.

I’m aware of how inappropriate it is, locking myself in my office to jerk off. But no matter how hard I try, living with temptation is tough enough.

She’s the reason I’m back here in Clearwater.

I’ve got a list of things prepared for her. Payback. Make her mine just once, even if it hurts.

That, and taking everything away from my father—but that’s been put on hold the second I found out from Madelyn that my old man developed dementia while I was gone. That was a slap to the face. And still, fucking karma for Lucas A’gosto, who always seemed to have everything put together so well. Who sent me away because he couldn’t stand me staining his perfect little life.

Like hell I’ll visit him. He can rot in his house for all I care.

Madelyn did me a favor by getting me sent away and forcing me to be on my own. Getting me away from his constant abuse and reminders of how defective I am. Never the good son, never the smart or most capable one.

The rotten apple.

I grip my cock and focus on her, imagining her sliding my length into her mouth.

My little fixation during all these years I’ve been away.

Of course, I didn’t tell Maddy that I’ve been living in a neighboring town for years. She knows I never ended up enlisting in the army, that I ran away the moment they left the airport that damn day they tried to send me away seven years ago. I stole and used one of my father’s credit cards until I maxed it out. But she doesn’t know he only bothered reaching out when the bank called him about possible fraud, months after, never looked for me. And what did he call for? As if cutting me off from his money wasn’t enough, he wanted to tell me he was cutting me out of his will, too. That I’m nothing to him.

You’re on your own, kid.

Was he sick by then? Maybe. I don’t really give a shit.

Maddy doesn’t know I lived on the streets for months, either, switching between that and couch surfing, until I managed to find a sketchy job that paid enough to get me a tiny apartment with roommates.

I’ve been watching Madelyn for years from afar, carefully curating when would be the perfect time to strike back. Her school having an opening after the P.E teacher and the hockey coach showed up drunk to work came as a surprise. I mean, they were undercover alcoholics. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have taken free shots from me when I lured them out and offered them to them. Lunch time is too early to drink.

Forging teaching certificates, given my familiarity with computers, wasn’t hard, either.

The perfect opportunity for me. Who needs two different people for these jobs when I can do both?

They couldn’t resist me. Just like Madelyn can’t. Even if she doesn’t wanna admit it to herself.

In my imagination, she’s sinking onto my length. Bobbing her head back and forth as I dig my fingers into the back of her neck and make her gag while she coats me with her saliva.