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  Make Me Wild

  Rich Demons of Darkwood Book 3

  C.R. Jane

  May Dawson

  Contents

  Dedication

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  Make Me Wild

  Make Me Wild Soundtrack

  Rich Demons of Darkwood Series

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Make Me Burn

  The Delilah Recipe

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Forbidden Honor

  Chapter 1

  Books by C.R. Jane

  Books By May Dawson

  About C.R. Jane

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  Proof: Jasmine Jordan

  Dedication

  To all the girls who like a little wild with their happily ever after.

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  Make Me Wild

  Stellan’s always been a pretty horrible ex-boyfriend, but he takes it to a new level when he kidnaps me.

  I wake up in a trunk, determined to make him pay.

  But Stellan needs answers about his sister’s disappearance.

  And I need them too.

  So even if he does deserve to die for what he’s done to me, we form a tentative alliance.

  We go back to where it all began, Stellan’s childhood home. The Demon’s house, next door, watches over our search.

  It’s not only the house that seems to loom over us.

  Ghosts from my past know everything that happened to Sophia…

  And they want to see me embrace my father’s legacy. Or die. They aren’t too picky.

  My other a**holes aren’t too happy with Stellan’s disappearing act, but they’ll go along with helping…for now.

  Can Stellan and I find what happened to Sophia, despite the hate and lust that pulses between us?

  Or will my father’s old friends leave us buried alongside Sophia?

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  Cover Me Up

  Morgan Wallen

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  Something to Someone

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  10 Things I Hate About You

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  Savage

  Megan Thee Stallion

  Crossfire

  Stephen

  no tears left to cry

  Ariana Grande

  like that

  Bea Miller

  Maniac

  Conan Gray

  Malibu

  Miley Cyrus

  This Love (Taylor’s Version)

  Taylor Swift

  You broke me first

  Tate McRae

  Overpass Graffiti

  Ed Sheeran

  Hate Me

  Blue October

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  Rich Demons of Darkwood Series

  From C.R. Jane and May Dawson

  Make Me Lie

  Make Me Beg

  Make Me Wild

  Make Me Burn

  This is a college bully reverse harem series which means the main character will end up with multiple love interests. It may have triggers for some as this is a dark romance with scenes of intense bullying, murder and mayhem, and sexual scenes.

  Prologue

  Delilah

  Age Sixteen

  Sophia was complaining about our math class as we walked out together. With an exuberant sweep of her arm, she imitated our math teacher in a high falsetto. “You don’t appreciate now how much you’ll always need algebra! It’s not meaningless!” In her own voice, she said, “That’s exactly what you’d say if it were going to be meaningless for ninety percent of us.”

  I glanced over my shoulder to see the math teacher staring after Sophia stonily.

  I ducked my head in embarrassment but couldn’t hide a grin. Sophia moved through the world noisily, bold and unafraid. She felt like my exact opposite. I hid in the shadows…except for when I was with her.

  Sophia heaved a sigh and linked her arm with mine. I froze a little as I always did, but a lot of the girls were physically affectionate with each other, so it wasn’t entirely weird. It just felt weird for me.

  “Of course, you’re brilliant at math just like everything else,” Sophia went on. “I don’t know why a smart girl like you would even look twice at an idiot.”

  “What idiot am I looking at?” I demanded.

  Sophia shot me a mock-severe glare. “My idiot brother? You’re much too good for him, you know.”

  I laughed, but that was a lie. Half the school was in love with Stellan.

  “I don’t think he likes me,” I said, thinking of that kiss we’d shared in the rain. And thinking of how he ignored me in the halls of our school. He could have almost any girl and probably most of the boys, too. He was a star soccer player, but that wasn’t really what made Stellan so magnetic. He was charming and funny and, unexpectedly given his popularity, kind and easygoing.

  Sophia huffed and rolled her eyes. “I wish he didn’t. Maybe you’d look around for someone who isn’t an idiot instead of falling for him like every girl in school.”

  “Thanks for always being my hype team, sis,” Stellan drawled as he walked up alongside us. His hands were jammed in his pockets, and he shot me a bright smile.

  Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed. For a second, she looked at him as if she hated him—it was the briefest flash across her face—and then she smiled. “Well, s
he’s my best friend. I like her better than I like you.”

  “You’re never going to get over that time I locked you in your closet when you were eleven, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  “She was awful when she was eleven,” Stellan confided to me. “Sophia, tell her what you did to me first.”

  Sophia rolled her eyes. “I know how desperately you want to talk about yourself.”

  “She found the dirty story I’d written about my crush and carried it off to our sweet little Southern Baptist grandma.” Stellan shook his head, then teased. “I’m just saying, I might be an idiot, but my sister has a mean streak. You should consider being my best friend instead.”

  I laughed because I didn’t know what to say as Stellan laced his fingers through mine and tugged me away from Sophia. I thought he was just pulling me away from her to be playful, but then he kept holding my hand.

  “She’s mine now,” Stellan told Sophia. Sophia frowned at him and dove for my other hand. “My new bestie.”

  Stellan swung my hand as if we were in some rom-com strolling through the fair, and everyone in the halls looked at us. Undisguised jealousy was written across the faces of other girls as we passed by. Everyone would hear about this. Stellan had to know that, right?

  He was probably just messing with Sophia and me. I shouldn't take this too seriously. It didn’t mean anything.

  “Will you come to my game on Saturday?” Stellan asked. “Given how my sister’s been running me down, you could come see what I’m halfway decent at. And then we could get dinner.”

  “You’re just going to ask my best friend out on a date in front of me?” Sophia wrinkled her nose at him. “Gross, Stellan.”

  He shrugged.

  They were both still holding my hands, and I cast a glance between the two of them.

  “Are you okay with it, Sophia?” I asked. I didn’t want to lose my friendship with her.

  “God, if I’d known I’d need her permission to date, I would’ve been nicer to her,” Stellan muttered.

  Sophia grinned. “Of course, Delilah. You’re too cool for him, but you’ll realize that.”

  Stellan stuck his tongue out at her. It felt as if the two of them were fighting over me and that made me nervous, because I loved them both.

  But something light and reckless and happy rose in my chest. It felt like spring as we walked outside, even though a dusting of snow still covered the grass.

  And then I saw my father’s car parked across the street, and my happiness curdled in my chest.

  I pulled my hands away from both of theirs quickly, as if I’d been burned.

  “Are you all right?” Sophia asked, and I didn’t have to look at her to know she was frowning, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my father’s car.

  “I’m fine,” I said, with a smile. I had learned to lie so well that I must have sounded convincing, even though my heart was hammering. My friends both relaxed. “My dad’s just here to pick me up, and I am so not ready to explain to him that everyone is in love with his baby girl.”

  I said the words facetiously, but Sophia grabbed my sleeve and pulled me toward her, planting a goofy kiss on my cheek. I laughed at her, but that was only on the surface. Worms of anxiety squirmed through my gut. My mind spun with my next move even though I was on autopilot for the rest of the world.

  “How could we help falling for you?” Sophia demanded, releasing me.

  “Saturday?” Stellan asked.

  “I guess.” I smiled at him over my shoulder, then ran down the steps to my father’s car. My heart was pounding. He was here for a reason.

  It was time to move.

  Which also meant it was time to kill the man he’d been torturing in our basement.

  The driver’s side door opened, and Dad rose from the driver’s seat. “Hi, honey.”

  “Hi, Dad.”

  He didn’t say a word about my friends or even glance their way, and I dared to hope maybe he didn’t know about them. But I knew better.

  The Demon didn’t miss much. That was how he’d eluded capture all these years.

  When we got back to the house, there was an eerie sound. I paused in the doorway, listening, wondering if the man from the basement had escaped.

  But then a stranger walked toward us from the back of the house and the Demon smiled, his hand resting on my shoulder to keep me from attacking him.

  The stranger was young and dark-haired with heavy features, and he looked at me with intense eyes. “It’s so nice to meet you, Delilah.”

  “Bentley is going to help us clean up the house,” my father said. “Make sure we’re ready to move. No loose ends.”

  So this was one of my father’s apprentices. My stomach froze. I worried one day my father would kill me and leave me behind, buried in the basement of one of our houses, because he’d found someone he liked better. I wasn’t sure being the Demon’s flesh-and-blood would save me if he ever grew weary of my hesitation to shed blood.

  “Thank you,” I managed. “I’m going to drop my stuff off upstairs.”

  In my room, I slung my backpack to the floor. Loose ends? From here, I could see out my window to Stellan and Sophia’s house. Were they loose ends? Because I’d gotten close to them, because sometimes I’d fantasized about telling Sophia, about having someone help me?

  There was a flicker of movement in the trees outside. I moved quickly to the window, trying to see what it was, but it was gone.

  I leaned my head against the cool glass.

  If I were ever going to be free, if I were ever going to have a home and friends and real love, I’d have to kill the Demon.

  Chapter 1

  Aurora

  Bang! My eyes flew open as I smashed my head against something, only to see total darkness surrounding me. Suffocating me.

  What the fuck?

  Terror threaded through me, both from the darkness and not knowing where I was—but I forced it down, taking slow, deep breaths until my pulse didn’t feel like it was going to race away anymore.

  I was in a car. The low hum that threaded through my insides and the bumps that sent me careening against the walls every so often confirmed that.

  “I’m going to find out the truth no matter what, Delilah...and you’re going to help.” The words screeched through my mind…along with what happened. Finding Stellan in my room. The picture with the Demon looking out from the window behind us. Stellan’s face as he stuck me with a fucking needle.

  I was going to kill him.

  What the fuck was he doing?

  I mean, I’d obviously known that Stellan and I had issues…but drugging me and locking me in a fucking trunk…

  That was something I would do, not sweet Stellan. Cain lying paralyzed on the floor filled my head, and even in my current circumstances, a smile spread across my lips. Definitely something I would do.

  My smile dropped when the car hit a pothole and my head smashed against the top of the trunk.

  “Fuck!” I hissed as I rubbed the sore spot that was only going to make the headache I had, worse.

  “Stellan, I’m going to fucking murder you!” I screamed, not sure if he could hear me, but willing to give it a try anyway. It better be Stellan up there. Ice clawed at my veins thinking about the possibility that I was trapped in a car with someone else—that Stellan had given me to someone.

  I rolled to the side, seeing if I could hear the radio or someone talking. But all I could hear was the road, the occasional rock scraping across the bottom of the car. I sighed and laid back. My hands were free. That was a good sign, right? If he’d given me to someone, surely they would have tied my hands.

  I mean, Stellan should have known to restrain me. Because as soon as he opened this trunk, I was going to knock him the fuck out.

  My teeth ground against each other when the next hole the car hit sent my face smashing against the trunk roof. Pain ricocheted through my nose. I gingerly felt around it, breathing a sigh of relief when ever
ything felt intact. I really would have to kill him if he’d broken my pretty nose. I’d paid a lot for it.

  I tensed when the car began to slow down, and rolled as it turned left, unable to find anything to hold onto in time. Were we about to stop? Would he let me out?

  Would he let me out? I hummed to myself. If he didn’t let me out, I was going to let myself out. Obviously.

  But it would be better for him if he did it himself.

  The car stopped and everything went quiet for a long moment.

  Come on, asshole, I muttered, my head still aching. I heard the car door open and then slam shut and I waited a minute, expecting the trunk to be popped any second now.