Page 62 of Make You Beg

I frown. Me and half of the guys here. I don’t like that thought one bit.

I press my thumb against her mouth and smear the lipstick away.

“What are you doing?” She stumbles back.

“You don’t need makeup, Madelyn. Or short dresses.”

She bites back. “Fuck off. I can wear whatever I want.”

“You’re giving off the impression of something you’re not.”

“You don’t know me, Kayden.”

“But I know them.”

“Who?”

“The wolves. You’re going to attract the wrong crowd. Like that guy, Cal.”

“What’s wrong with Cal?”

“He’s a fuckboy.”

“So, what?” Her eyes remain hard on mine. “Maybe I’m tired of the good girl act. Maybe, I want to have some fun, too.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Fuck. Is she doing this willingly? Asking to be corrupted?

No. This is not her. She’s trying to convince herself of that, but it’s not that idiot Callum she wants. It’s me.

“Yeah.” Her arms remain pressed into her chest, dragging my attention to that exact spot.

Her small figure, captured in that red dress, is killing me.

My dick twitches in my pants.

I press my fingers to the waistband and pull them down.

“W-what the hell do you think you are doing?” Madelyn’s gaze widens.

I’m in my boxers, and my bulge is proof of how hard I am from her looking at me this way.

“I’m giving you what you want, Little Demon.”

“T-this is not—” She hesitates. “What I want.”

“Oh, but it is.” I don’t let her react, pressing my hand onto her head instead and forcing her to her knees.

She kneels in front of me, not quite understanding what’s happening.

I press my palm onto her hair, keeping her in place despite her continuous attempts to get loose.

“S-stop.”

A smile stretches across my face. “Why?”

She tries to move her head to the side, yet my grip is tighter, and I pull at her hair, forcing her to have her eyes fixed on my clothed-cock.