Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 231 - チャプター 240

Chapter 1I lie still on top of the silk sheets tangled around my ankles, breathing in the scent of lavender detergent and the stale, lingering smell of Gerald’s cologne. It’s always the same when I wake up alone in this king-sized bed. The space beside me is cool, the pillow already smoothed out where his head used to be. Five years of marriage, and for the last three, this has been the ritual. Gerald comes to bed, kisses my forehead…a dry small peck, and rolls over to sleep before his back even hits the mattress.I stare at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the plaster with my eyes. My hand drifts under the covers, fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of my stomach. It’s a habit now, as ingrained as brushing my teeth. Every night, while Gerald breathes his rhythmic, sleeping breaths inches away from me, I slip my hand between my thighs. I close my eyes and imagine hands that aren't mine, a mouth that explores with hunger instead of duty. I circle my clit with practiced prec

Chapter 2The aftershocks of that orgasm are still rippling through my muscles, leaving me a ragdoll on the mattress, unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling where the morning light cuts harshly across the plaster. I try to make my limbs move, to scramble away, to cover myself, but I feel paralyzed, trapped in the heavy, sticky humidity of what just happened.Jason doesn't look away. He looms there at the foot of the bed, a dark silhouette against the window, his gaze piercing through the post-orgasmic haze that shrouds my vision. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a slow, deliberate gesture, and I watch the glistening sheen of my own fluids smear across his knuckles. He doesn't say a word. He just reaches for his waist.The sound is deafening in the quiet room. Clink. The metal buckle of his belt hits the leather strap. Slide. The friction whispers through the air like a blade being drawn. Every movement is agonizingly slow, calculated to let the dread, and the s

Chapter 4The mattress dips as Jason rolls off me, the sudden absence of his weight leaving me feeling cold and hollow. My body is a ruin of tremors and sweat, the aftershocks of what he just did to me still rippling through my muscles.I just lie there, face pressed into the damp pillow, listening to the harsh, ragged sound of his breathing matching my own. I expect the sound of a zipper, the shuffle of jeans, the door clicking shut. Instead, the silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until the rustle of fabric breaks it.I force my eyes open, blinking against the glare. Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me. He is reaching for the nightstand, and He pulls the drawer open and gets a long strip of fabric like silk, deep crimson, the one I usually use to tie back my curtains. My stomach clenches, a cold spike of dread driving through the haze of satiation. He turns then, and the look in his eyes isn't the wild, unleashed lust of a moment ago. It’s colde and calc

Chapter 1 The dorm room smells like cheap takeout and the last desperate sprays of a vanilla-scented air freshener at least someone attempted to mask the stale beer and sweat from last weekend’s party. The single overhead light flickers just enough to make my temples throb, casting long shadows over the pile of textbooks, half-empty Red Bull cans, and a suspicious stain on the carpet that I really don’t want to examine too closely. Five of us are crammed in here….me, Jake, Tyler, Mia, and Liam, all sprawled across the twin bed, the desk chair, and the floor like we’re playing some kind of twisted game of Tetris. Mia’s the one who suggested it, of course. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed in a way that makes her tiny denim shorts ride up just enough to tease the curve of her ass. Her fingers tap against the neck of a half-empty bottle of peach schnapps, “Come on,” she purrs, her voice already slurring just a little, “we’ve got nothing better to do. Truth or da

Chapter 3My pulse still hammers in my throat, my own release still fresh between my thighs, but the second Liam’s fingers twitch against the armrest of that chair, every muscle in my body locks up. He’s been watching me. Not just watching…studying, like a wolf picking out the weakest deer in the herd. And now, his gaze flicks away, landing on Mia instead.She’s a mess. Still sprawled on the floor where Jake left her, thighs slick and trembling, her chin glistening with Tyler’s cum. Her breath comes in wet, ragged gasps, her fingers twitching against the carpet like she’s forgotten how to hold herself up. But when Liam stands, his cock slipping free from where it was half-hard against his thigh, her entire body jerks in response. She knows what’s coming before I do.He doesn’t hesitate.One step. Two. His bare feet silent against the carpet, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he closes the distance between them. Mia tries to push herself up, but her arms give out, sending her col