Page 152 of Make You Mine

We move aside and walk away as Mom gets surrounded by people crying over Lucas’ passing.

Once we’re at the back of the room, Kayden sighs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He bites his cheek, hands still planted in his pockets. “That was intense.”

“Yeah.”

“I think I need something to get me off the edge, a little bit.” Leaning closer, he wraps his arms around my hips.

“Kayden…” I gnaw at my lip, understanding where this is going. “We’re in church, at your father’s funeral.”

His whole demeanor changes, a smirk spreading across his lips. He cranes his neck and whispers, “And you made me fuck you next to a dead body. Remember, Little Demon?”

A wave of heat flushes through my body as memories of the night play in my head.

I did do that. God, I’m sick.

“Besides, there’s this.” He pulls away from my body, leaving enough distance for him to grab his phone. He presses a few things and turns the screen my way.

It’s a picture of a page of my diary. He made sure to photograph each one of the entries in it, to make it more convenient for himself, instead of having to carry my diary everywhere.

“One of the last things on the list of fantasies,” he declares.

I want to do it somewhere forbidden. I want to be tainted and sin where I shouldn’t.

It’d be so thrilling.

Fuck my diary.

“Doesn’t the school count as that?” I counterattack, hoping I can get away with it.

The idea of sneaking around somewhere in this church and having sex with Kayden sends a rush right to my pulsating clit, but there are things we need to talk about.

“Technically, yes, but since we were there by ourselves and there was no witness, no.”

He smiles, pocketing the phone and bringing me closer again, his hand dancing dangerously against my thigh, and sneaking underneath the edge of my skirt.

I hold my breath, holding back a whimper as a tingling sensation fills my center.

“The confessional shouldn’t be occupied right now.”

Fuck. Kayden’s going to turn me into a serial sinner.

“We—we shouldn’t.”

“Why not? You like danger.” He licks his lips, and his words turn into whispers again. Dirty ones. “Doesn’t it make your pretty little cunt wet, imagining me slamming my cock into you against the tight four walls of that narrow room?”

I rub my legs together. Oh, God. Oh, God.

I pant. “Yes.”

“Then let me make your fantasy come true, little sis.”

“Don’t call me that. Are we even still stepbrother and sister?” I ask. The realization is hitting me. “Your dad’s out of the picture, so my mom isn’t technically married to him anymore.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. How about my wife?”