Make Me: A Dark Crime Syndicate Romance by Summer O'Toole

Author:Summer O'Toole [O'Toole, Summer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter fifteen

Off the Edge

Harlow

It’s not that he humiliated me. Spit on me. Degraded me. Choked me. It’s that now I’m filled with hatred and disgust and instead of it being directed at him like it should, it’s directed at myself. He makes me hate myself. He makes me disgusted with myself.

Because while he humiliated me, my pussy quivered. When he spit in my mouth, I was thirsty for every drop. When he degraded me with filthy words, it made me so fucking hot. And when he choked me, I came like I’d never come before.

And I hate—hate—that right now while sitting in his passenger seat while he drives, I’m wondering why he isn’t touching my leg like he did last night. Did I do something wrong?

I mean, yes, I did tell him not to fucking touch me. But when has Cash ever respected my boundaries? He should be the one groveling on his knees, but instead, I’m the one feeling like I might die if he doesn’t touch me.

I need to get my power back, my autonomy. I need to prove to him and myself that I’m not his fucking doll to play with and toss aside. Which is why I asked him to drive me to my apartment, so I can get some of my own things and hopefully a little piece of myself back. I agreed to stay at his apartment until he can deal with the Bratva—whatever that means. But that doesn’t mean I have to live to his curated standards.

We park on the street, and my stomach drops when he doesn’t open my car door. Even last night on the ride home, he did. I get out on my own and slam the car door, making him spin around, and I can’t bite my tongue any longer. “You can’t possibly be mad at me?”

His green gaze is piercing as he steps menacingly toward me. It pins my back to the car before his body does. He looms over me, and his knuckles whiten as he palms the side of the car next to my head. Seeing the spitefulness in his eyes fills me with venom. “You weren’t the one being choked within an inch of your life.” I shove his shoulders, but I may as well be shoving a fucking boulder for all the good it does me.

“I gave you exactly what you wanted. What you begged for. And yet, you make me into the bad guy?” The chill in his voice is equal parts terrifying and arousing, and I hate him for it.

“You are the bad guy, Cash!” I pound his chest with my fists. “And no amount of fancy dinners in private clubs will change that.” People on the sidewalk are eyeing us as they walk by, probably wondering if they should call the cops. Ha, fat lot of good that will do when the officers that arrive are on his fucking payroll.

Cash’s jaw clenches, and he heaves through his flared nostrils.

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