Make Me Love You

Make Me Love You An m/m dark fantasy mpreg romance Trisha Linde The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of a copyrighted work is illegal. Please purchase only the authorized editions, and do not participate in, or encourage, the piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, places, and events are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual places, events, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Make Me Love You © 2023 Trisha Linde Cover design by Cate Ashwood Editing by Contagious Edits Contents About the Book 1. Mark 2. Mark 3. Mark 4. Mark 5. Ross 6. Mark 7. Ross 8. Mark 9. Mark 10. Ross 11. Mark 12. Ross 13. Mark 14. Ross 15. Mark 16. Ross 17. Mark 18. Mark 19. Ross 20. Mark 21. Mark 22. Ross 23. Mark Epilogue About Trisha Linde Also by Trisha Linde About the Book It’s only temptation if you resist… When you give in, it’s called fun. Omega Mark is a nice guy. He calls his parents every Sunday, hands in every work assignment on time, and buys only organic vegetables. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise when he becomes the ultimate cliché—nice guys really do finish last. When he finds out his long-term boyfriend has been cheating on him, he snaps. Mark is tired of being good; following the rules never got him anywhere. Now it’s time to try something new. He doesn’t just want to be bad, though… he wants to be evil. Alpha Rostorok has spent eternity working as a greater vengeance demon. He is the complete opposite of nice. He would normally leave petty human complaints to his underlings to handle, but when the most delicious, extremely pissed-off man performs a drunken summoning, Ross finds himself giving in to the allure. And while he specializes in wrath, his favorite sin just happens to be lust… Make Me Love You is a standalone m/m mpreg romance delving into lust, sin, and revenge, while still bringing a light touch and a happily ever after. 1 Mark I was so exhausted I was about ready to collapse right here at the boardroom table, face first onto the stack of papers in front of me. It didn’t matter that the lights were glaring down at me or that the room was full of people and activity. We’d been working this case for three weeks nonstop, scrambling to stay one step ahead of the defense team, and I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep that entire time. My brain had stopped working ages ago. It was pretty pointless for me to even be here at this point. Thankfully I wasn’t the one who would have to stand up and argue the case in court. My job was just to handle the case files and paperwork, sometimes help to collate all the evidence during pre-trial before handing it over to whichever lawyer was handling the case. This time it was Theodore Rubin. He was one of the senior partners here at the firm, Cass, Stohl, & Rubin. I startled upright, my eyes snapping open. Shit. Did I fall asleep? I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed and found that the room had mostly cleared out, only a few others left, the ones who were especially eager for the next promotion. Where did everyone go? What time was it? Mr. Rubin was smiling at me. Damn, caught in the act, and by the boss, no less. “Why don’t you go home, Mr. Banner. I’ve got this,” he said. I blushed and wiped at my chin to make sure there wasn’t any drool. “I’m okay,” I insisted, sitting up straight in my seat and blinking down at the paperwork in front of me. I wasn’t even sure what I’d been doing before I nodded off. Combing through phone records, maybe? No, those looked like bank statements. “Seriously, Mark, just go home and get some sleep. You’ve pulled three all-nighters already this week. If you keep running yourself into the ground like this, you’ll just end up making a mistake, and that’s the last thing we need at this stage of the trial.” I scrubbed at my face, my five o’clock shadow pricking at my palms. It couldn't even be described as scruff at this point, more closely resembling a midnight shadow, I supposed. “Yeah, okay,” I finally agreed. He had a point. I was more likely to lose the case for them at this point if I didn’t take a pause. “You’re doing a good job,” Mr. Rubin insisted, rounding the table and squeezing my shoulders, giving me a little shake to wake me up. As his hands lingered on me, it left me feeling a little weird, and I had to consciously try not to shrug him off. I was sure it was innocent, he didn't mean anything by it. “You deserve some sleep. Why don’t you come in late tomorrow. Sleep in.” I scoffed. “Sleep in? What’s that?” I wouldn’t even know what that felt like. I hadn’t slept past six am in years. “I’m serious. Go out for breakfast with your alpha. What’s his name again? Phillip?” “Peter.” I’d told him his name at least a dozen times. They'd even met at the staff Christmas party. I suspected Mr. Rubin knew his name just fine. “Yeah, Peter. You haven’t seen much of him lately, and it’s entirely my fault for keeping you here so late every night. Tomorrow is Sunday, so you guys get some breakfast, my treat. Use the company card.” Tomorrow was Sunday? I thought it was Thursday. “That’s really great, Mr. Rubin, thank you. I appreciate it.” “Call me Teddy, please. We’ve worked together for three years. I think we’re past the formalities at this point.” “Okay. Thank you… Teddy,” I said, trying the name on for size. I didn’t like it. He beamed at me, then nodded his head toward the door. “Go on.