All Chapters of Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter 2My fingers curl around his wrist, my nails digging in just enough to leave half-moons in his skin. “Follow me.”I don’t look back as I stride toward the arched doors leading to the gardens, making my hips sway on purpose. The air is cooler here, the scent of night-blooming jasmine thick and intoxicating. The gardens are empty at this hour, or so the guards think. The torches flicker along the stone paths, casting long shadows that flicker against the walls. Somewhere in the distance, i hear the low murmur of voices, patrols making their rounds. The risk of it sends a pulse of heat straight between my legs.I don’t stop until we reach the secluded alcove, a hidden place in the garden. The stone is rough against my palms as I press myself into it, turning my head just enough to catch Kaelen’s gaze. His breath is ragged, his cock already hardening again, straining against the fabric of his trousers. Good. He knows what’s coming.“On your knees,” I order, my voice a whisper t

Chapter 4“You like seeing what a mess you’ve made of me?” My free hand trailed down my stomach, my fingers slipping between my thighs, gathering the slick heat there. I brought them to his lips, painting them with my arousal. “Taste it.”His tongue darted out, lapping at my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him like this, obedient, desperate and starving made my pulse roar in my ears. I released his hair, only to grab his chin, my nails digging into his skin. “Clean me,” I ordered, shoving him forward.He didn’t hesitate. His mouth sealed over the bite mark on my throat, his tongue swirling, soothing the sting even as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. A shudder ran through me, my nails scraping against his scalp. “Harder,” I demanded, and he obeyed, sucking until I gasped, the pleasure-pain making my knees weak. His hands came up, gripping my waist, his fingers spreading over the bruises he’d left, like he was memorizing the shape of them. Like he was proud.I

Chapter 1 The air in The Rusty Spur is thick with the scent of whiskey, stale cigarettes, and the low hum of neon buzzing against the grimy windows. I lean back in the cracked leather booth, my boots propped up on the edge of the table, the heels digging into the wood just enough to leave a mark. Roman sits across from me, his broad shoulders barely contained by the worn vinyl, his dark eyes locked onto mine like he’s trying to unravel me with just a look. He’s all rough edges and quiet, the kind of man who thinks he can outlast me just by staring. Cute.I take a slow drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl between my lips before exhaling in his direction. “You’re staring,” I say, my voice low, amused. “Either buy me a drink or put your money where your mouth is.”Roman’s fingers tap against the glass of bourbon in front of him, slow and deliberate, like he’s counting the seconds until he gets what he wants. “I’ve got a better idea.” His voice is rough, the kind of gravel t

Chapter 3I shove off him abruptly, my pussy glistening, my thighs trembling. Roman gasps for air, his face a mess, his lips swollen and red, and I don’t give him time to recover. I grab his hair and haul him off the bench, spinning him around before he can get his bearings. His chest hits the gritty floor, his cock dragging through the dust, and I press my boot between his shoulder blades, shoving him flat. “Stay,” I order, and he obeys, his breath coming in ragged bursts, his ass in the air, his hole already twitching like it knows what’s coming.I grab the frayed rope from the shelf above the bench, the fibers rough against my palms. It’s old, brittle in places, but it’ll hold. I drop to my knees behind him, my bare tits pressing against his back as I yank his wrists behind him, binding them tight. The rope bites into his skin, his knuckles turning white, and I tie it off with a brutal knot, testing it with a sharp tug. He grunts, his shoulders straining, but he doesn’t fight. Go

Chapter 5Roman’s already speeding out, his bike fishtailing before he gains control, the back tire spitting gravel. I twist the throttle, and the Ducati roars, launching me forward. The cold air whips against my bare skin, my tits bouncing with every shift, my pussy slick and aching. I can see Roman ahead, his back muscles flexing as he leans into the turns, his ass tight on the seat. The bastard’s fast, but I’m faster.The canyon road is filled of darknes, no single star out tonight ahead. One wrong move and we’re both dead. But that’s the fucking point, isn’t it? The thrill of it, the way my heart’s hammering in my chest, the way my fingers twitch on the throttle. I lean lower, push harder, the wind tearing at my hair, my skin, my everything.Roman glances back, and even from here, I can see the challenge in his eyes. Catch me.Oh, I will.I shift gears, the bike surging beneath me, and I fly. The road blurs, the turns sharper, the drops deadlier. My bare ass slides on the seat w