Chapter 16 #2
I look away, turning back to the mirror. “I am fine. I will be down in a minute,” I tell him, hoping he will go.
He doesn’t, instead closing the door.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, when he grabs my wrist, pulling me to him.
He wraps his arm around me, holding me close, resting his chin on my head. I let him crush me against him, waiting for him to let go.
“I am not letting go until you hug me back,” I hear him say, kissing my head.
I roll my eyes before wrapping my arms around his waist.
“I saw that,” he says, making me pull back and look at him.
“The mirror. Next time you want to roll your eyes, don’t do it in front of a mirror,” he chuckles before kissing my head.
I shake my head at him, a smile playing on my lips.
“See? You, humans, can all be fixed with hugs,” he says, smiling back at me. “Such emotional creatures…”
“So, you don’t feel emotions now?” I ask him, applying my foundation. He watches before taking the brush off me.
“Leave that crap off, makes your skin look weird,” he says before using my wet towel to wipe it off.
“Uh… people will stare,” I tell him, pointing to my cheek.
“It’s hardly noticeable. Just leave your hair down. Besides, no one is on our floor anyway,” he says, wiping the remainder of the foundation off. “Better,” he says before kissing me and catching me off guard.
I feel his tongue trace my bottom lip. My lips part, his tongue moving between my lips as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, his tongue playing with mine. My arms go around his neck as I tug him closer.
His hands go to my hips before he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me against the dresser, his lips moving to my neck as he nips and sucks on the skin of my neck, the strange sparks moving over my skin, making my skin burn.
The door opens, and I freeze when I realize it is just Eli.
He smirks, and I try to put my legs down so I can stand, but Cyrus just pulls me closer.
“I was wondering what was taking so long,” he says, stepping closer and kissing my shoulder. Sparks move over my skin where he touches, his lips on my skin making me shiver.
“We should probably go,” I tell them, and Cyrus sighs before putting me down.
My face flushes with what I have just allowed. Yet I can’t wrap my head around the feelings they invoke. I know I should fear them, and I do, but is it irrational to want them still? My mind is torn. It doesn’t help that my body feels crazed around them.
“You’re supposed to feel like that. Don’t be embarrassed, Addie,” Eli says, kissing my cheek.
“Come, we should go,” Cyrus says, opening the door.
I grab my heels, following them before saying goodbye to my mother.
I hop in the back. Cyrus drives while Eli is making a phone call.
I notice Cyrus watching me in the mirror, and I look away when my phone starts vibrating in my bag.
Reaching in, I grab it. Looking at the screen, I freeze.
My eyes go to them when I notice Cyrus once again observing me.
I reject Sam’s call when it suddenly rings again.
I reject it again to message him and tell him I can’t talk right now.
“Addie, is everything alright?” Cyrus asks.
“Yep, everything is great,” I lie, looking at my phone screen when a text message comes through.
Sam: Meet me tonight at the pier.
Me: Can’t talk now, with my bosses.
Sam: Tonight then?
Me: I will try.
“Who are you texting?” asks Eli, turning around in his seat to look at me.
I gulp, fear setting in. Will they be mad if I talk to Sam? I have no doubt they will be, so instead, I delete the messages and lock my phone, placing it in my bag.
“Just my mom. She is worried about Taylor,” I tell them.
Eli watches me for a second before turning back around; Cyrus looks at me in the mirror again before his eyes go back to the road.
When we get to the office, we manage to catch the elevator up to our floor.
Eli’s phone rings, and he answers it, going into his office and closing the door behind him.
I walk toward my desk when Cyrus grabs my arm, tugging me back before turning and walking us to his office and shoving me inside.
He closes the door, locking it as I nearly stumble in these goddamn heels.
“Hand it over,” he says, walking toward me while I step back, afraid of the furious look on his face.
“Your phone. I know you were lying. Now give me your phone, Adeline.”
I shake my head, taking another step back as his eyes turn red, his face turning demonic, and I watch as his fangs protrude, my ass coming in contact with his desk.
“Now, Addie,” he demands, holding his hand out expectantly.
“I wasn’t lying,” I tell him.
He rips my bag off before rummaging through it and pulling out my phone. He clicks the phone screen, realizing I have changed the password, which used to be my birthday.
“Unlock it.”
“No, I was only talking to mom.”
“If that is true, you won’t have a problem with me seeing your phone then. Now, unlock it, Addie, or you won’t like what I do next,” he says, thrusting the phone in my hand.
I unlock it, typing in Maya’s date of birth. He snatches it from me, scrolling through my inbox, which is empty because I have deleted the texts. He growls before placing my phone on his desk and leaning closer, and I lean back as he towers over me.
“Who were you messaging, Addie?” he growls below my ear, his hands on either side, caging me in.
“My mom,” I stutter out, my blood running cold as his face goes to my neck. I feel his tongue run over my mark, making me shiver.
“I will only ask one more time, Addie. Now, who were you messaging?” he asks, his breath fanning my neck, his hand moving and going to my neck as his fingers wrap around it.
“I hate liars,” he growls, his grip tightening, and I gasp from the pressure, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks, and my entire body starts to tremble.
“Cyrus!” I gasp, trying to breathe as his grip suddenly cuts off my air, my face changing color when he suddenly loosens his grip.
He kisses my lips softly, his other hand going to the fabric of my shirt as he pops one button before moving to the next, his hand moving and brushing my cleavage while the other still holds my throat.
“I will find out, and when I do, you will wish you never lied, Addie,” he says, his nail moving over my breast above my bra.
I whimper when I feel his nail cut across my breast, followed by a warm trickle of blood, when he grabs my chin, turning my face away before dipping his head. His tongue runs along the cut before he kisses my jaw, then the side of my mouth.
“You taste so good,” he whispers against my lips before biting my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, his fangs slicing through it painfully, making me cry out.
“Are you lying to me?” he asks, and I say nothing, his arm wrapping around my waist as he forces me on top of his desk, pushing between my legs.
“I have ways of making you do anything I want. Would you like me to show you?” he asks.
I shake my head, wondering what he means. His hands move to my thighs as he pushes them further apart before pushing my skirt up to my hips and exposing my black-lace underwear.
“Sam. I was talking to Sam,” I confess as I feel his hand brushing the lace before cupping my pussy.
He growls low before removing his hand, gripping my panties’ waistband and ripping them down my legs, just as the door opens. Eli walks in, and he looks at me, startled.
“What are you doing, Cyrus?”
“Making sure she never lies again,” he says before ripping me off the desk.
I step back, trying to pull my skirt down, when he jerks me forward, draping me over his lap as he sits in the chair.
I thrash, trying to get up, his hand in the center of my back, holding me down. Eli walks over and leans against the desk. I look at him in panic, wondering what the fuck Cyrus is playing at. Eli smiles before kneeling next to my face and gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“You won’t lie again, will you?” he asks, and I shake my head, trying to get up, only to be shoved back down by Cyrus.
I feel his hand push my skirt up to my lower back before feeling his hand rub over my ass.
Eli’s grip on my chin tightens before I feel his lips move to mine, his tongue moving between my lips as it plays with mine.
I then feel Cyrus’s hand come down on my ass with an audible flesh-on-flesh sound, my skin burning as my eyes water, making me whimper into Eli’s mouth.
Cyrus’s hand moves over where he has struck me, soothing the sting as tingles move over my flesh.