Page 15 of Make Me Yours


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“Tell me now, Stella. If anyone has laid a fucking hand on you, I’ll kill them, I swear.”

I shake my head fervently. “Stop, Kai, you're hurting me.”

“Tell me Stella!”

I could never tell him for fear of what he might do in retaliation.

“Why? Why do you fucking care, huh? Is it because you wish you were the only one who could hurt me? Because you’re afraid someone’s touched me, defiled me, had their way with me and now I’m not as fucking pure as you wish I were? I don’t get it, Kai. Why do you want me untouched, untainted if you made it so fucking clear you don’t plan on doing a damn thing about it?” I'm breathing heavy, unsteady patterns, making me sound like I’m panting after having run a marathon.

“Stella,” he growls, and the depth of his tone makes the hairs on the back of my neck and everywhere else rise in awareness.

“What Kai? All you ever do is just warn me off, but I’m telling you, I don’t need to be warned. You can’t possibly hurt me more than I’m already hurting, so why the fuck are you holding back?”

“Is that what you want, Stella? You want me to hurt you so bad that you forget everything else that pains you.” His hands grip my ass, hoisting me up in his arms. My pussy rubs against his abdomen as I struggle in his arms, pushing off to be let down.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You want me to throw you on your bed, slam your back against the headboard, and fuck your pretty little brains out?” His forehead leans against mine as his lips graze mine.

“God, yes.” I’m moaning like the needy little virgin I am, trailing kisses over his neck, my hands gripping tightly onto every muscle of his back and shoulders.

And he does just as he’s promised, throwing me on the bed, the chips spilling all over from my landing. Liquor spills, my laptop crashes against the floor, but all I can see is the primal look in his eyes as he watches me. My shorts pretty much now show my entire ass, and my tank rises just under my breasts, while my hair is splayed out under me.

He crawls over me like a panther. There is no other way to describe it. Both hands land on the bed on either side of my hips. His legs straddle over me as his mouth comes down to my stomach, trailing soft kisses against my skin. I squirm beneath him, but his hand comes over my hips to hold me down in place.

“Don’t move a muscle, Dollface. I’m not responsible for what happens if you do.”

He continues to trail kisses over my body, sucking and nipping at my neck, but freezes when he reaches my lips. His right hand finds the waist of my shorts, lifting and reaching into them, finding my arousal through my thin panties.

“Fuck.” A guttural groan escapes him and the look on his face proves I wasn't meant to hear it. “This is all for me, isn’t it?”

I nod desperately.

“No one’s ever seen this, touched it, smelled it, or tasted it, have they, Dollface?”

“No,” I sigh into the dark room.

He dips his fingers further under, rubbing me back and forth over my underwear. “So warm, so wet. Fuck me Stella, you’re a drug I should steer fucking clear of.”

“Why?”

He bites his lips, a drunken lust in his gaze. “You’re dangerous, addictive, fucking deadly.”

My heart aches, my body burns for him. “I’m yours Kai, only yours.”

Suddenly he stops, and I fear I’ve fucked this all up. “Don’t fucking say that.”

“I need you, I want you. I ache to lose myself in you, to lose track of time, of my senses, of my sanity.”

He shakes his head frantically. “You don’t know what that means.”

I bring my hand up to his face, gently running my fingers over the slight stubble upon his chin. He stops. “Then show me. Make me forget, even if it’s just for a moment. I need you to make me yours.”

The pain in his gaze is almost too much for me. “I can’t Dollface, trust me, even if I wanted to, I can’t.”

Tears wet my cheeks, hot and heavy against me. “Please, Kai, make me yours and make them go away.”

“Who?”

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