Make Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #1)

by Summer O'Toole

This is an absolutely terrible idea. And I’m absolutely going to do it.

She does some magic trick only girls can do, wiggling and wrapping her hair until it’s secure on the top of her head.

Does she want a knight in shining armor to sweep her away like a princess in a fairy tale? I can’t be her knight. But I can be her king.

I don’t learn a single thing about him except that he only drinks espresso like some pompous asshole.

“Are you telling me you haven’t gone full stalker on her yet?” This makes me release a dry chuckle, amused at the irony of it myself. The weird fluttering feeling low in my stomach—that I’m starting to learn is in fact metaphorical butterflies—happens again. I know this because I googled it to make sure there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Actually, she’s stalking me.”

oh bitch! He’s usually the stalker?? omg this is going to be GOLDEN

I can’t help but find it amusing calling mobsters drama queens.

I’m not going to waver, waffle, or any other wa-word.

Her vanilla-and-gardenia scent envelops me,

oooooh that’s a good combo

Nobody is here. Because if anyone tried to dance with you, I would slit their throat and then fuck you in a pool of their blood.” She gasps but doesn’t pull away. No, she rocks harder into me.

“Don’t stop, baby, you’re doing so good,” I plead to a ghost and wave my hand around the bed looking for the wand. Turning it on, I hold it to the base of my shaft and my whole body tenses at the tortuous, buzzing sensation. I don’t last long after that, coming hard and violently into the black lace.

I may be a monster, but I’m your monster.” He scowls,

“I think I’m gonna puke,” I realize as he cuts the engine. Clammy sweat pricks my forehead and the roiling in my stomach turns violent. “Okay,” he says calmly, and it immediately reminds me of how different it is than Beth’s response. She would be the chaotic mix of panic while trying to stay calm for me when really she’s freaking out because she hates vomit and would be doing a poor job of hiding it.

I catch her as her knees buckle, her eyes still impassive and glazed over. She’s dissociating, her panic attack hitting a breaking point that is causing her brain to switch off. Her body slumps toward the floor, but I keep her upright. “I’m gonna pick you up now, baby.” She’s a rag doll as I scoop her up, but when she wraps her arms around my neck, my heart squeezes painfully like it’s wrapped in barbed wire. “Good girl, hold on to me just like that.” I press my nose against her hair and clutch her tightly as I carry her to my room. Her sandals slip off her dangling feet and clatter to the floor.

Her eyelids flutter as she thrusts back and onto my fingers, her pussy so tight and wet, welcoming them. She rides them masterfully, fucking herself on my fingers just like she said, while also grinding along my cock which is now sloppy with her wetness.

We are at the 68% mark and we still have not had PIV sex yet. EVERYTHING but that has been done, and I'm loving it! Also A+ on all the pussy worship

I turn the water on hot, letting steam fill the space. A hanging bouquet of eucalyptus fragrances the air. I hum to myself as I stand under the rain shower, the heat making all the heightened spots of my skin tingle pleasantly.

I know I just came, but try telling that to my cunt. Bitch is already throbbing again, eager for more.

As I’ve said before, I don’t take orders from anyone. But for her, I fall in line like a foot soldier to his queen.