Page 67 of Make You Beg

“He was, and I saved you. If you aren’t going to thank me, don’t say anything, Madelyn. Stop being a little brat. I’m taking you home.”

How dare he? Why does he think he can do anything he wants with me? I’m not his toy. I’m not his. Period.

“I’m not some damsel in distress asking for help. I didn’t need any saving,” I growl. “Who even asked you to intervene? Did you see me suffering or something?”

“You didn’t exactly look hyped either.”

“That’s because—” I pause. “Why am I even trying to explain myself to you? God, you’re impossible. You can go home if you want. Take me back to the party, first.”

I fold my arms and puff my chest. I’m not giving in to him.

He snorts. “What for? You think the jerk can perform after what I did to him?”

“That’s not—I was fine. Why did you have to come and make a mess?”

“You were fine?”

The car comes to a halt and Kayden kills the engine. I gaze through the window to find we’re stopped in the middle of nowhere, only trees and green surrounding us. We’re on the side of the road, and no other cars are around us.

“So you’re telling me if I run my fingers across your pussy now, I’ll find you wet?”

My cheeks flush with his dirty words.

“You claim you wanted it, that you were enjoying it, right?”

I hesitate. I want to say yes. To lie to him just to shut him up, but my words get stuck in my throat.

He leans forward, placing his palm over my knee, impatient. His fingers find their way between my legs.

“Spread your legs, Madelyn.”

“N-no. What are you doing?”

My heart hammers in my chest. My whole body shakes.

“I’m testing my theory.”

I press my legs together, trying to force them shut.

“Come on.” Kayden tries to separate my legs with one hand. “I know you’re not wearing any underwear.”

I want to resist. But Kayden’s face twists, a smirk appearing on his lips, and he takes his other hand and holds one of my knees in place.

Now, he succeeds, dipping his hand underneath my skirt and tracing two fingers across my clit, the touch making me shiver. I whimper at the sudden contact.

“Do you like it, Little Demon?” Kayden asks, an eyebrow raised. “Judging by your body, I’d say not quite yet.”

“What are you talking about?” I push his hand away and close my legs, staring ahead, unable to meet his eyes.

“You’re drier than The Sahara Desert,” he says. “That guy clearly wasn’t giving you what you want. What you need. He didn’t know how to take care of you.”

“And you do?”

“I know you don’t push your cock into a woman like you do into a fucking sex doll.”

I gnaw at my lip. He’s not wrong.

“You need to be ready to take him. But I’m glad you’re not. Your body deserves to be worshipped, Madelyn.”