Chapter 33
chapter
thirty-three
“You aren’t a choice. You are the obsession I can’t fight.” – Haven
HAVEN
Turning, I leap, aiming for the door, my exit, and the only freedom from this craziness. Cy is faster and snags me around the waist mid-air, and I shriek as I fall backward onto the bed like I’ve been clotheslined.
Despite my best efforts, I drop the towel, throwing my arms out to the side to brace for impact. And because the universe has decided to turn my life into a sick joke, the towel lies open, uselessly under my ass. I’m completely naked with Cy once more between my legs, leering at me.
“Hello? Haven? Hello? Are you okay?”
I can hear Charles’s voice, but it’s more like the buzz of an annoying fly off in the distance.
Cy traps me, pressing his weight down between my thighs. Everything inside me lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.
I definitely need my head examined.
“Cyrus, so help me God…get off of me.”
My hand connects with his cheek, and the sting brings me a tiny bit of satisfaction. But it has all the effect of booping a raging bull on the nose.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head.
I thrash violently under him, angry that I’m not only in this humiliating position but worse…
my body wants him. He is genuinely toxic, and one drip at a time for years, he’s been poisoning me until it doesn’t matter that I hate him…
I still want him. I hate myself for letting it happen, for not finding the antidote.
“Keep it up, Butterfly, you’re making me so fucking hard.”
If looks could kill, he would already be dead.
“I swear I’ll bite you.”
Cy’s eyes darken with desire.
“Do you promise?”
I buck up under him and yank on my hands.
“Fuck you.”
“Haven? Do you need me to call the police?” Charles yells.
I smile, not even caring if Cyrus spends the night in jail right now. But I swear the bastard can read my thoughts, because he keeps my arms pinned to the bed with one hand, while covering my mouth with the other. I twist my hips, trying to gain some leverage.
“So naughty…” Cy coos softly, making my stomach clench tight. I nip at his hand, but I can’t get a hold of him. “Careful, Butterfly, you’re going to make me come if you keep rubbing against me like that.”
I freeze, panting hard and he smiles.
“I hate you.” My voice is muffled by his hand.
“Act like you hate me all you want, Haven,” he says low and sultry. “But you let me ravage you in that kitchen…and I’m about to make you remember exactly why you did.”
My breath is shaky as he rubs his cock against me. It’s like fighting an undertow that keeps pulling me below the surface and dragging me further from safety.
I’m burning with equal parts desire and humiliation. It’s a combination that he got me addicted to years ago.
“Haven? Are you still there?”
Charles’s irritating voice helps to keep me from falling over the edge.
“Oh, she’s here,” Cy says, loudly with a dark edge. “She’s just busy right now.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You’ll hear shortly,” Cy says, way too confident.
My eyes narrow, and I think of every swear word that I can muster. His response is to force my head to the side and drop his lips to my neck.
“Oh god,” I murmur as he hits the most sensitive spot, first try.
“I remember every inch of your body,” Cy whispers in my ear. “I’ve dreamed about it so many times that I hate to close my eyes knowing that when I wake, you’ll be gone just like when you ran to New York,” he growls, as if it is my fault that I left.
I want to protest, but he rocks back and forth, grinding against me as he resumes sucking on my neck. My mind scrambles, and all my reasons for denying him turn to dust.
He’s going to leave a dark hickey that will be just as hard to cover as the ink on my face. Instead of going still and cold with fear…my hips buck up into him. It doesn’t seem to matter that I just decided never to let this happen again.
Cy licks a line up the side of my neck to my ear. His teeth graze my skin and send sparks flying.
“Do you want to know how often I jerk off thinking of you? How about how many times I came all over myself, whispering your name? I can’t even count the mornings I’ve woken up hard and pictured your lips wrapped around my cock.
I close my eyes and see you spread wide while I fuck you into submission. ”
I don’t respond because I want him to tell me and it’s safer to keep my mouth shut.
His tongue glides down my chest, and he tugs at my nipple with his lips. I moan, unable to hold it back. Cy switches to my other nipple, and I melt.
He releases my wrists and uncovers my mouth as he slides further down my body. I should get up and run…I don’t. Instead, I sit up and watch him like the most exotic X-rated movie made just for me.
Grabbing my thighs, he pushes them further apart and openly stares at my pussy.
“I don’t share what I crave, and what I’ve always craved…is you.”
Cy’s rough voice sends tingles down my spine as he inches closer to the core of my desire.
His eyes lock onto mine as he flicks his tongue out over my clit.
“Tell me you don’t want him to hear this? After all he’s done. After knowing how he lied and abused your trust, how he used you…go on, tell me you don’t want this payback,” he whispers, and circles the tip of his tongue around, teasing me.
I lick my lips.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, making me shudder.
“Say it. Say you don’t want this. That you don’t want him to hear you scream my name, and I’ll stop right now,” he says, tasting my pussy. “Mmm…so wet…so fucking good.”
I glance at the phone.
“Haven? Are you cheating on me?”
My blood begins to boil, not with desire, but anger. Cheating on him? Are you kidding me?
I look back at Cy. He’s rubbing little circles with his thumb as he licks, sending pleasure shooting to every part of my body. My head falls back, and my legs open wider.
“Do it,” I order, caving to the insanity.
There is no hesitation. Cy’s hands slide under my ass and lift me as he dives in. A strangled moan tears from my throat. So close to the edge, I open my eyes and look at him. Those devilish blue eyes that can easily freeze me to death, devour me with passion.
He sucks a finger into his mouth, and I yelp before moaning loudly as he thrusts it into my ass.
“Look at this tight little ass wanting to get into the action. I’ve never had your ass, Butterfly. I think we need to change that.”
I don’t even care what he’s saying, I’m so close.
Gripping his hair, I pull him harder into the apex of my need.
Oh fuck.
“Oh fuck…Cy.”
The moan turns into a yell as his mouth and finger work me.
“That’s it! Yes, come on my tongue,” he growls as he sucks and licks faster. “Want me to fuck this tight ass, and have you scream the building down for your ex?”
He crawls up, no longer wearing his sweats, his cock is large and looks almost angry. The piercing is intimidating as his hard length flexes and touches his stomach, while precum drips from the end.
“You do that to me,” he says, catching me staring. “No, I have a much better idea.”
“What idea?”
Cy throws my legs over his shoulders, rubbing his cock up and down while my thoughts go tumbling into oblivion.
He plunges into me in one long stroke that has my back arching and screaming his name. The piercing is so intense as it rubs deep inside me, right over the spot where pressure builds instantly.
“That’s it, Butterfly. Scream my name.”
Cyrus fucks me fast and hard, our bodies come together, rocking the bed with every thrust. He stares down at my breasts as they bounce, his face a twisted mask of dark desire. It’s intoxicating.
I grip the sheets, balling them, trying to hold on, but I don’t know if there is any possible way to hang onto my sanity.
Cy swipes the phone off the nightstand.
“She was never yours,” he says, and drops the phone beside me.
I don’t bother to end the call.
“You’re mine, Butterfly.”
Pushing my legs open, he changes position to hold himself over top of me and fucks me so hard that I’m close to passing out.
“Cy…yes…oh god…don’t stop.”
The wail of pleasure fills the room as I come. I go lax, body spent as I try to catch my breath, but Cy doesn’t slow.
He groans, and the seductive sound threatens to make me come again. Cyrus braces himself on his elbows, and his lips crush mine, stealing the air from my lungs.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as I hang on for dear life.
“You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure you never run from me again. Fuck, Haven…fuck yes, I’m coming.”
With a roar more animal than man, his expression turns manic. He pumps faster, then freezes.
“Ahh, oh fuck, yes.”
We are both breathing hard as the last drops of his release leave him, and he finally settles. But Cy’s eyes remain dark and possessive, locked on mine before nipping at my shoulder.
Picking up the phone that is still connected to my asshole ex, Cyrus runs his lip through his teeth and then holds the little speaker up to his mouth.
“Did you enjoy the show? I hope you took notes on how to properly satisfy a woman.”
“You prick. How dare you touch my fiancée?” Charles yells.
Cyrus makes a sound like he’s giving Charles the X in Family Feud.
“Wrong,” he emphasizes the word. “Haven was never and will never be yours. And just so you know, I plan on making her mine a few more times tonight.”
“Fuck you, when I find out who you are…”
“Ohhh, so scary. I’m Cyrus fucking Vale, dickhead. Look me up if you want, but I promise you’ll be sorry. Don’t call Haven again.”
“Are you threatening me, asshole?”
“I’m giving you a courtesy heads-up. The only one you’re going to get. Haven is mine. Back the fuck off, or you’re going to deal with me, and I’m not as nice as she is.”
“I’m a lawyer. I can press charges for a threat.”
“Yeah, well, I’m a rockstar, and I don’t give a fuck.”
Cyrus hits end and tosses my phone onto the nightstand.
That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. A crazed laugh bubbles up from my chest. Cy smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth. We are quiet in the aftermath as the seconds turn into minutes.
“I’m still hard,” Cy finally says, flexing his hips and making me gasp.
He rolls over so that I’m sitting on top with him still firmly buried inside of me.
“Don’t argue. Don’t think. Just enjoy the moment.” His fingers run down my arms and then grip my hips, taking control. “We were made for one another.”
Cy pushes up into me, and I moan, proving exactly what he says. There is no denying that I love this…him…us. Bracing my hands on his chest and locking eyes with the monster that tormented me for years, my body begins to move.
Deep down I already know…I became his long ago. One night. One toxic kiss was all it took for Cyrus Vale to capture my soul.