Page 16 of Make You Mine

It’s like the universe wanted me to do it.

I was doing well for a while, keeping tabs from afar. But the look on Maddy’s face when she found out I was the new P.E teacher and hockey coach?

Priceless.

I jerked off to that look, too.

It’s mundane things like that that keep the monster in me, my darkest side, satisfied. While the easygoing, harmless side puts on a face for everyone else.

Nothing satiates my thirst like Madelyn does.

Keeping her on edge, on her toes the whole time. Watching the way her face contorts when she’s terrified but pretends she’s managed to pull herself together.

There’s something so satisfying about pushing her buttons and seeing how far she’ll let me go before she snaps.

Seeing how far someone like Maddy will go to get her precious diary back.

The plan was to take it home, enjoy it from the comfort of my bed, with my hand on my cock again.

But now I’m not so sure I should wait.

I read an excerpt when I first took it, and it is juicy.

Just as juicy as her cunt must be when she thinks about these things.

She might look innocent, with those big brown eyes, rolling a piece of chocolate hair around her finger. Covering her little curvy body underneath office outfits.

But in the privacy of her home, she’s a dirty little whore, hiding between the pages of that diary.

A diary I knew I needed the second I accidentally peeked at it when I caught her writing in it once.

Bringing it to school was a terrible idea on her part but leaving it unattended was her worst mistake.

I slip off my necklace, the one with my whistle, the key to my office, and the key to my drawers, where I keep things I don’t want the students to see. Confidential stuff.

And Madelyn’s diary now, too.

I remain seated, leaning to the side and reaching down to the last drawer with my hand.

Push the key into it and twist. It doesn’t click.

I frown.

Did I forget to lock it?

I pull forward, and the drawer opens with ease.

My heart catches in my throat. My eyes do a double take.

No. This can’t be.

Fuck me gently with a katana. There’s no fucking way.

I crouch down and rummage through the drawer.

My palms come out empty.

It’s not there. The diary’s gone.