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  Make Me Beg

  Rich Demons of Darkwood Book 2

  C.R. Jane

  May Dawson

  Contents

  Dedication

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  Make Me Beg

  Make Me Beg 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

  Make Me Wild

  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

  About May Dawson

  Make Me Beg Copyright © 2022 by C. R. Jane and May Dawson

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  Proof: Jasmine Jordan

  Dedication

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  Make Me Beg

  The monsters almost made me love them.

  And now I’m paying the price.

  But so are they.

  Stellan, Cain, Remington, Paxton and I are locked together in a war that I refuse to lose.

  They’ve taken my freedom, my money, my reputation…but they can’t take my soul.

  They keep forgetting I was forged in fire by a demon. Monsters don’t scare me.

  They think I’m trapped in their mansion with them. They think every time I seek their mouths, their hands, it means something.

  They think they can break me with their punishments…and their pleasures.

  But I’m only playing their game to win our war.

  One by one, I’ll find their secrets, however bloody they are, and make them think I’m saving them…only to use those dark secrets against them.

  Death. Bloodshed, Betrayal…and now Sex. That’s all my life will ever be. Now it’s time to welcome these men into my nightmares.

  These monsters think they’re the kings of the world.

  But the king always falls without the queen.

  And the kings in this game…are going to burn.

  Goddess

  Jaira Burns

  Bad Kind of Butterflies

  Camila Cabello

  you should see me in a crown

  Billie Eilish

  Take It Out On Me

  Bohnes

  I Feel Like I’m Drowning

  Two Feet

  Sail

  AWOLNATION

  Horns

  Bryce Fox

  Killer

  Valerie Broussard

  How To Be a Heartbreaker

  MARINA

  Watercolor Eyes

  Lana Del Ray

  Miss America & The Heartbreak Prince

  Taylor Swift

  Need to Know

  Doja Cat

  What Goes Around…/Comes Around…

  Justin Timberlake

  Needed Me

  Rihanna

  Savage

  Megan Thee Stallion

  Stay High-Habits Remix

  Tove Lo, Hippie Sabotoge

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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

  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

  Aurora

  Nine Years Old

  The first week that I lived with my father was pure magic. I had no idea that he’d become even more of a monster than the family he’d saved me from.

  We moved into a big, rambling house out in the country. The house had been sold with some of its furniture and books, and there were two dozen rooms to explore. I went through every musty-smelling book in the library, poked into every dusty corner, stepped into the enormous stone fireplace that was big enough for me to stand up in, and looked up to see if I could glimpse the blue sky through the flue.

  The house backed to an endless fairy-tale forest. The only break in the greenery was the edge of a cliff, overlooking a long silver river that wound through the trees, with rocks breaking through the surface.

  I’d stand at the edge and throw rocks and sticks into the river, watching them get dragged under the rushing water.

  “Delilah,” the Demon said quietly.

  I spun to face him, my heart beating fast. He must have seen the terror on my face because he knelt in the fallen leaves. One orange leaf landed in his dark hair, but he was too focused on me to notice. “Delilah, it’s all right. I just came out to check on you and found you standing here with your toes all but hanging off the cliff.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “Don’t be sorry. You’re a brave, fearless girl. I’m proud of every bit of you.” He smiled at me, his deep blue eyes creasing at the corners.

  The warm glow in my chest felt like life. He looked at me like no one had ever before, as if he were pleased by me, delighted, even.

  He straightened. “I thought we could go shopping today.”

  “Shopping for what?”

  “Whatever we find.”

  We walked hand in hand back to the house, and he opened the back door for me, as if I were a princess and he was the coachman.

  It was a long drive down the steep, wooded driveway before we turned onto a country road, then took the ramp for the highway.

  When the two of us were at the mall, I kept stealing glances at another man and his daughter. She was a little younger than me, but she was gripping his hand and skipping. I eavesdropped, unable to stop myself or even hid
e the way I watched them. They were going to the movies. She looked as if she were a little older than me, but she still called him daddy.

  I could tell from the look on my father’s face that he’d caught me watching them. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks red.

  I felt a little silly even wishing I could hold his hand; I hadn’t held anyone’s hand since I was five years old. I wasn’t a little girl anymore.

  “You know, I’m just learning how to be a dad,” he said. “I’m sad I missed out on all the years when you were little. Sometimes it helps me to watch other people to know how I’m supposed to act.” In a quiet, confidential voice, he added, “I’ve been doing that all my life.”

  “I feel like I have too,” I admitted.

  He held out his hand, and feeling a little bit silly—but also warm and cared-for—I reached out and took his hand. It was okay that I felt shaky about how to be a normal girl, that I’d never fit in at school, because he did too.

  “Can we go to the movies too?” I asked. I almost said dad, but my tongue tripped over the words.

  “Another day. We don’t have much time today.”

  Disappointment flooded me. I’d never been to a movie that I could remember. “I wonder if my mom ever took me to a movie before she gave me up.”

  He stilled. “You know your mother gave you up?”

  I nodded.

  “What do you remember about her?” His voice had taken on a cold, dark tone, and I shivered, wondering what I’d done wrong to make him mad. Maybe he didn’t like it when I talked about my mom.

  “Nothing,” I lied, my voice coming out in a whisper.

  Everyone said my memories of my mother, the stories she’d told me, were lies I’d made up for attention. People got mad at me when I talked about how my mom and I had been on the run. They just talked about the last part, the part where she’d smiled at me as I picked out a Coca-Cola and a Snickers bar at the gas station, where she’d kissed me and reminded me to use my new name and told me to sit on the bench. It was a chilly, damp night and she’d taken off her hoodie and put it on me.

  Then she backed out of the parking lot, waving and smiling at me through the windshield. She’d turned onto the highway, and her headlights had faded into the night.

  “I’ll take you to the movies, Delilah,” he said. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll never leave you, I promise. I’ll always be with you. Always be watching over you.”

  At the time, those words had sounded comforting.

  He bought me toys and books and a new stuffed animal to replace the one that my foster brother had thrown into a mud puddle. He bought me pretty dresses, and shoes, and the jeans I wanted.

  “Go change into this one,” he told me, holding out a bag with a lacy dress. “I want you to dress up for dinner tonight. I’m taking you somewhere special.”

  My heart swelled as I took the bag from him. He was so handsome, I wanted to look like a pretty girl.

  I changed in the bathroom, frowning as I squeezed myself into the dress. It was too small, and I felt as if everyone could practically see my panties. I debated pulling my jeans on too, but I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t happy with all his gifts. He’d really liked this dress.

  I went out and he smiled approvingly, so maybe I was just too used to wearing jeans. He took me into a nice restaurant, where the room was dark and there were big cloth napkins to smooth into my lap, and he ordered three different desserts when I couldn’t decide.

  “I can spoil my little girl,” he said, smiling at me across the table as I alternated bites of chocolate cake and ice cream. “You’re pretty perfect right now; a bit of spoiling won’t hurt you.”

  The waitress smiled at us. “Your little girl is just too cute.”

  But her gaze lingered on him, like she meant he was just too cute.

  He smiled back at her, looking thoughtful, but all he said was that he thought so too, and I felt myself blush again.

  Afterward, we walked around the mall. He stopped at a bench and the two of us sat down.

  “Delilah, my darling,” he said. “There’s a man following us.”

  My gaze snapped up to his, but he looked calm, relaxed, in control.

  Not like I remembered my mom. I didn’t remember what she’d told me. I only remembered the fear, the sense we were running away from a relentless monster. She’d been wild-eyed sometimes, and I’d learned to sleep lightly, never sure when she’d pull me out of bed and we’d run.

  “It’s all right,” the Demon promised, jerking me back to the present. “He’s not going to hurt you; I’m not going to let him. Do you see him? Over there, watching you? Don’t let him see you look.”

  I looked around, pointing to the pretzel shop behind him as if I were begging for one, but I saw the man he was talking about. He was watching me in a way that made my skin crawl, but his gaze jerked away when he saw me. “I see him.”

  “You are such a clever girl,” he said admiringly. “I’m so glad you’re my daughter.”

  “Why’s he watching us?”

  “He’s watching you.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, his lips next to my ear so he could speak to me quietly. “I know that man. He’s taken a lot of little girls home with him, and he hurts them, and they never go back to their mommies and daddies.”

  I shivered and he hugged me tighter. “It’s all right. I would never let him get you. But if you’re willing to be very brave, I can get him. I can keep him from ever hurting anyone again.”

  “How?”

  “I’m going to pretend to leave you in the car, in the parking lot, and I’ll run back in. I bet he’ll come to get you, but I’ll get him instead.”

  My eyes welled with sudden tears. I could just imagine him leaving me forever.

  “Oh, Delilah, I’m not going to do it if you don’t want me to. I’m sure he probably won’t hurt anyone else tonight, even if I don’t stop him. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  No one had ever said that to me before.

  “I can do it,” I said. “We won’t let him hurt anyone else.”

  My stomach ached with the thought that maybe my father would leave me there, that he didn’t really want me after all, but I wanted to try to trust him. If he came back, I’d know he was really my dad. He was really always going to look after me.

  “Good girl,” he said approvingly. The two of us went out into the parking lot. The cold sank through my too-small dress immediately, and I rubbed my goose-pimpled arms. Dad smiled at me as he opened my car door like I was a lady, then he threw the bags into the trunk. “Oh, I forgot I needed to grab milk!”

  He glanced toward the drug store at the side of the mall.

  “Can I stay here and read my books?” I begged.

  “Oh, all right. But keep the doors locked, okay?” He got my bag from the bookstore out from the trunk and gave it to me.

  He closed the door and left it unlocked, then walked away through the shiny sea of cars. I watched him with my heart in my throat.

  I was more scared he would abandon me than I was of the strange man.

  My car door opened suddenly and a strange man loomed there. “Hey, honey. Are you okay? You looked scared.”

  “I’m fine,” I said, sliding across the seat, toward the opposite door.

  “Your dad got held up. There was an accident in the store; a man fell and he’s helping him. I’ve got my daughter with me too, so I said I’d come check on you.”

  He hadn’t had a daughter with him before.

  My fingers wrapped around the door handle. The man’s gaze flickered toward me, then abruptly, he jumped toward me.

  My father loomed behind him. He had a needle in his hand, which he drove into the man’s neck. The man cursed, turned to fight him–then the man went boneless. The Demon shoved him into the backseat, where he fell. His head almost landed in my lap. He tried to raise his hands, and they l
ooked twisted like claws as he reached toward me, his eyes wide and horrified. Then his hands fell as if he’d lost the last of his power.

  I scrambled out of the car.

  “It’s all right,” the Demon said. “You’ll ride up front with me this time. Like a big girl.”

  He smiled at me brightly as he bundled the man’s legs into the seats, then slammed the doors shut.

  The monster was coming home with us.

  Chapter 1

  Cain

  The fire alarms started to go off in the middle of the party.

  I’d been drinking with Stellan, who seemed like he was in pouty bitch mode, even though we were tormenting Aurora for him. He was the one who needed revenge, like Pax had needed it for his mom. We just had to wring a confession from the bitch first.