Make Me Yours (A Romantic Collection) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Chapter 5I don’t let myself think. I surge forward, my hands finding her waist, pulling her up onto my lap. She’s burning, her skin slick with sweat, her body trembling as Liam fucks her from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of her with brutal, relentless strokes. Her arms wrap around my neck, her forehead pressing against mine, her breath hot and ragged against my lips. “Fuck, yes,” she gasps, and I can feel every jolt of Liam’s hips, every deep, punishing thrust, like it’s happening to me. My clothes are too tight, my clit throbbing, my body aching with the need to be filled, to be used just like she is.Liam’s grip on my hair tightens, his other hand slapping Mia’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s it,” he growls. “Let her see how much you love being a fucking slut for us.” Mia’s nails dig into my shoulders, her body clenching around him, her whimpers turning to broken sobs as she comes again, her pussy fluttering around his cock. I can feel it, the way her body

Chapter 2The cardboard box sat on my bed like a heavy, beige anchor, the only thing in this half of the room that made sense. I stared at the open flaps, my fingers gripping the edge until they turned white. I needed to move. I needed to do something normal, something routine, to scrub the lingering sensation of Maya’s breath against my ear from my skin.I pulled a stack of textbooks out, Biochemistry, Anatomy, Organic Chemistry, and placed them on the desk, aligning the spines perfectly with the edge of the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythm was soothing. It was the sound of order. It was the sound of the next four years going exactly according to plan.Behind me, the rustle of fabric was too loud, too deliberate.I didn’t turn around. I focused on lining up my highlighters in a color scheme, yellow, orange, pink, green. "God, it’s stifling in here," Maya’s voice drifted over, low and raspy, like smoke curling off a cigarette.I heard the distinct sound of a zipper sliding down, t

Chapter 4The friction of my thumb against her clit is frantic, uncoordinated, but the way she’s clamping down on my fingers tells me it doesn’t need to be perfect. I curl my digits inside her, seeking that ridged spot that makes her breath hitch, and I’m rewarded by a sharp, broken cry that tears from her throat."Make me fucking cum," she demands, her voice cracking, and I redouble my efforts. I pump my hand harder, the wet, sucking sounds of her pussy filling the small room, drowning out the hum of the dorm’s air conditioner. I can feel the tremors starting in her thighs, vibrating against my wrist where I’m pressed into her. She’s close. I can taste it in the air, sharp and metallic.Suddenly, her knees buckle. It’s not a graceful slide; it’s a total collapse of structure. Her legs give out, and gravity takes over. I try to catch her, but my hand is still buried deep inside her cunt, keeping us together. We go down in a chaotic tangle of limbs, the back of her head thumping dul

Chapter 6Maya doesn't look away. Her eyes, dark and glittering in the low light, rake over me, taking in the heave of my chest, the way my fists clench at my sides, the flush that refuses to fade from my cheeks. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows I’m rooted to the spot, my knees tremble.Slowly, deliberately, she shifts her weight. The mattress sighs beneath her, a sound that seems deafening in the quiet room. She spreads her legs wider, an obscene invitation that feels more like a challenge. The rose toy, still buzzing with that low, insistent hum, hovers just inches from her clit. She doesn't press it down. She holds it there, teasing herself, letting the anticipation build…or maybe just letting me watch her hand shake slightly with the effort of holding back."You're still here," she murmurs. Her voice is husky, wrecked from the moans I interrupted, but there’s a smirk curling the corner of her mouth. It’s a cruel twist of her lips. "I thought you were going to stor

Chapter 2 The Maid’s PovThe latch clicks behind me, the heavy oak door sealing shut.The chamber is darker than before, only the embers in the hearth cast a dim, flickering glow, painting Alaric’s sharp features in gold and shadow. He hasn’t moved from where he stands near the desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath the fine linen of his shirt, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the wood. The air between us is thick, charged, I barely have time to draw breath before he’s on me.His hand slams against the door above my head, the impact rattling the hinges, his body pressing mine flat against the wood. The scent of him floods my senses as his mouth crashes onto mine, not a kiss but a claim. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting just hard enough to make me gasp, and his tongue plunges inside, hot and demanding. I moan into him, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to anchor myself as his free hand rips at the laces of my bodic