Page 11 of Make Me Yours


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“Is this for her?” she asks quietly, a snark accusation at the end of her question. I stare at her, confused and without the slightest idea what she means. “Did Casey not put out, so you thought you’d come up here for some easy pussy?”

What the fuck?“Woah there, Dollface,” I shout out in defense. “What the hell was that about?”

“Stop calling me that,” she sneers, pushing off of me and quickly standing up, nearly toppling over. Her eyes are low and hazy. Clearly she’s fucking drunk. Again.

I stand to meet her, my body hovering over her short stature. I’m not the tallest of guys, but she’s out of the heels she was wearing earlier, making me at least a full foot taller than her.

Twirling my fingers through her hair, I tug her head back to meet my carnal gaze.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, Dollface. So stop acting like you don’t love the little pet name I’ve given you.”

Her breathing quickens, her rage turning into something completely foreign as her eyes darken, changing from silver to the perfect shade of slate. She pushes me backward, catching me off guard, and I fall back onto the bed. “You’re such an asshole,” she stutters, like the words so hard for her to muster out.

“Talking dirty to me now, are you? Where’d that little mouth come from?” I taunt, watching the rage come back into her eyes when I smirk at her.

“Fuck off,” she shouts, and I can’t help the twitch of my cock as the crass words leave her soft lips.

“Don’t say the words if you’re not planning to follow through with action, Dollface.”

“Fuck you!” she shouts louder.

A full ear to ear grin appears on my face at her feistiness, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Rushing toward me, she’s about to slam her fists into my chest when I grab them and pull her to straddle me. She yelps in shock, gasping as her pussy rubs over my erection. “You feel that Dollface,” her body stiffens, and I can feel her heart rate spike when she breathes unsteadily. “That’s what all this dirty talk is doing to me. Like I said, don't dish it if you’re not planning to serve it on a silver platter for me to feast on.”

Her mouth forms the perfect O shape as she watches me in disbelief. She shifts and the friction of her warm pussy feels so good. “I’ve laid it out on a fucking platter for you, yet you refuse to have a taste, Kai.”Where the fuck is this boldness coming from?

“You’re a little too sweet for my liking, sweetheart.” I move my arms down around her waist to grip her hips, pulling her further down on me. “And a tad too desperate.”

She shifts again, this time grinding back and forth against me. “That’s not what this is saying.”

I groan, chuckling at her sudden brazenness. Clearly, she’s consumed way more alcohol than she’s used to. “I’m an eighteen-year-old guy sweetheart, my dick is always hard.”

“Show me, Kai, I need you to show me you want me. I know you care about me.”

Well, the mood shifted quickly.

“Come on, Dollface, begging is not your style. You’re fucking drunk.” I grab her hips and move her off of me. “Let me stop you before you make a bigger fool of yourself.”

“I’m not a fool, I’m not drunk, and I’m not desperate.” She grabs my neck, not letting me go as I try to push her off.

“Baby, I tell you I don’t want you, yet you continue to throw yourself at me. What would you call that?” I ask, gripping her wrists and yanking them away.

Her tears are no longer threatening to expel. There is a full-blown flood happening right before me. I stand trying to put as much distance between us as I can, so I don’t make a mistake I’ll regret.

She calls back from her bed, mumbling underneath her breath, “Am I not pretty enough?” My goddamn ticker nearly stops, aching to stop her pain. I’m such a fucking dick for making her feel this way.

I walk back to her, reaching my hand out to caress her cheek, hating myself for confusing her so much. “Are my boobs not big enough or is my ass not round enough?” she continues.

“Nah baby, you’re fucking perfect.” I settle back onto the bed with her, leaning against the headboard while she snuggles in closer. She’s so drunk, barely able to keep her eyes open. I run my fingers gently through her light auburn tresses. She won’t remember this tomorrow. She’ll be out any second and this will all be but a bad dream she had. “You’re beautiful, sexy, and so goddamn perfect. Someone like me will only ruin you.”

“I’m already ruined, Kai, can’t you see that? I’m all alone, sad all the fucking time. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear. Her voice is so solemn, the pain vibrating through every sound she makes, every word that comes out of her soft lips. She’s hurting so fucking much.

“Don’t say that Dollface.”

“You don’t know what it’s like, Kai, you don’t understand how bad it is. The things he does...” Her gaze leaves mine, and she stiffens, almost regretting what she’s said.

“What the hell are you talking about, Stella? Who?” I growl angrily, clutching her wrist.

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