Page 105 of Make Me Yours
“And after I’ve reminded you exactly who you belong to,” I say, letting every word sink in, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t remember the name of any guy who’s ever looked at you.”
Lilah’s lips part on a shaky exhale. Her pupils are blownand her expression dazed. She’s spiraling, and I’m right there with her.
“Is there anything you’d like to say about that?” I ask.
She swallows hard. “No.”
“Good.” I lean back in satisfaction before flashing her a cocky grin. “Now, I want you to make sure you eat all your lunch, lucky charm.”
“Why?”
I smirk. “Because you’re going to need every ounce of energy you’ve got for this afternoon.”
And by the time I’m done with her, there won’t be a question in her mind as to who she belongs to.
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LILAH
Ican’t stop shifting in my seat as we drive back to the penthouse. The leather is cool beneath me, but I’m burning from the inside out. And not just from the unseasonable heat beating through the windshield. This is something else. A pressure. A buzz. A low, coiling thrum of need I’ve never experienced before.
Steele’s hand rests on my knee.
Simple.
Still.
And yet it’s the most distracting thing in the world.
Every part of me is focused on the spot where his fingers grip my leg through the denim. His thumb strokes tiny, absent circles, each one sending a tremor through my core. I find myself inching closer to the center console, silently encouraging his hand to slide higher.
Just a little.
I want more.
A lot more.
I want him to stroke me through the fabric and show me exactly how serious he was back at the restaurant.
Because right now?
I’m wound so tight I feel like I could snap.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, and something constricts low in my belly. His jaw is locked, his profile cut from granite as he focuses on the road stretched out in front of him. He hasn’t said a word since we left the restaurant, but his silence speaks volumes. His dominance hangs in the air, heavy as the tension between us.
It’s not something I expected from him.
Steele has always been the easy one. The quiet refuge when everything else felt like chaos.
Always kind and steady.
But now?
Now he’s something else entirely.
This man has an edge.
He’s decisive.
