Page 17 of Make You Mine

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HIM

PRESENT - AGE UNKNOWN

I’m no harm to anyone, unless they stand in my way. Unless they create a barrier between my girl and me. We’ve got enough of a barrier as it is.

So, yeah, that creepy history teacher had it coming the minute he laid eyes on her.

Maddy is so delicate on the outside. Yet, so fucked up on the inside. She hides it well. She’s fooling us all.

Ever since I met her, I’ve always had this feeling, that her mind was as dark as mine, but I didn’t know just how much.

The history perv got some laxatives in his coffee that’ll send him to the bathroom for the rest of the day.

He got lucky that’s the only thing I did.

She’s clearly not interested. I know she’s not.

I have her kinky journal with me.

What more proof do I need?

And it wasn’t even that hard to get it. Her idiot of a stepbrother thought he was being witty by snatching it, but he only made it easier for me to get my hands on it.

It’s not easy keeping tabs on Maddy without her noticing. Luckily, subtlety is my major at this point.

If only she knew the things I’ve done for her, she wouldn’t be writing those things in her journal for me. Of course, they’re meant for me. I don’t need it spelled out. I’m the one she wants to execute those naughty fantasies with.

Who else would it be?

God, my girl.

She’s clueless about so many things. The attention she gets from men, too. The history perv isn’t the only one I’ve had to force out of her way. She’s gorgeous—there’s no doubt about that. Long, wavy brown hair. Curves in all the right places. Pouty lips always decorated by a different shade of lipstick.

She wants to be noticed by me. She wants me to imagine those lips locked around my cock.

Wet, soft, and perfect.

I’ve had fantasies of my own, not too far away from hers.

She’s been my shy, hidden gem all along. A discreet flower with thorns surrounding her, thorns that have been begging me to press my fingers against them and smear my blood, intertwining our pain.

Such a curiosity. Begging me to keep looking. I can’t keep my eyes off her.

How didn’t I notice this wasn’t one-sided?

The possibility of her acknowledging me and wanting me crossed my mind before.

I wish I’d known sooner that she wanted this, though.

Thank God for the lost journal.

I’m never giving it back.

It belongs to me now, just like she does.

It’s my way into her heart.