Chapter 41
chapter
forty-one
“You live under my skin like an addiction I never want to break.” – Cyrus
HAVEN
I swallow hard as a dark look passes in his eyes.
Cy stands and heads to the door. I sit up a little straighter.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Officer Grimes,” he yells, and smacks his hand on the bars.
The officer practically jogs in like he’s Cy’s personal assistant. I slowly get up while Cy whispers to the man, and a bad feeling creeps down my back. Keys jingle, and I suck in a deep breath as the cell door slides open.
This is not good.
It’s like watching a lion be let out of its cage, but you have nowhere to hide. The officer relocks the cell and instead of taking him away…Cy looks at me.
Shit.
“What are you doing?” My favorite question when it comes to Cy.
I look around as if an escape route will magically appear.
The clanking of the keys in the door raises the hair on the back of my neck, and everything in me goes still.
Cy doesn’t rush it. He doesn’t lunge or say a damn word. He steps into my cell as if this is where he is meant to be—with me.
The officer shuts the door behind him with a heavy clang, and the sound echoes down the corridor. A warning bell that is far too late.
“Hello. You can’t leave him in here,” I call out for all the good it does me.
The officer smirks and walks away.
What the fuck?
My eyes dart back to Cy. My stomach flips, and my heart stutters erratically.
“Cy…” I start, but it comes out wrong and a whole lot less certain.
He takes a step closer, watching me while I slowly push myself along the wall to put distance between us.
“You better not be thinking what I think you’re thinking. We’re in a jail cell, and there are cameras,” I say, pointing at the corner.
His mouth turns up as something shifts behind his predatory stare. Possession. It’s the same look he gave me in the kitchen. I try to swallow, but my throat is as dry as the Sahara, and every muscle in me twists tight.
He takes a step forward.
I take one to the side.
He takes another.
I try to move away, but there is nowhere to go in my cage.
“You bribed the guard. That’s a crime.”
“Do you really think a little thing like being in a jail cell will stop me? Even in here, you’re mine, Butterfly.”
“Are you actually out of your mind?”
“Oh…I am. For you.”
Oh shit. I lurch to my left and run for the bars, like that will actually help. Cy is on me in a flash, his arm snakes around my waist, and he hauls me back into him until there is no space between our bodies.
His lips drop to the side of my neck as he holds me firm.
“Fuck you smell good.”
“The bar is low when you are in a jail cell.”
“Don’t deflect,” he growls against my skin, and my knees shake. My breath catches as the reality of his intentions sinks in.
“This isn’t funny,” I manage to get out. “Cy, there is a man in the other cell, and probably officers watching,” I hiss.
“Ask me if I give a fuck.”
He slowly pushes me forward until my chest is pressed up against the cold bars.
“Cy, I’m serious, you need to stop,” I fire back, even as heat crawls up my neck.
“Right,” he murmurs. “Like that will happen.” He cups me through my jeans. I gasp, and my fingers curl around the bars. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you.”
Cy rubs himself against my ass, and my eyes roll back in my head as a battle of right versus wrong breaks out inside of me.
“We can’t do this.”
The words come out clearly, but his fingers press firmly against my clit, causing my brain to misfire. Despite my objections, I press my ass back harder into him.
“You need to stop.”
“Then say the words. Say you’re mine, mean it, and I’ll stop.”
There is no way to tell if this is a win-win or a lose-lose situation. Maybe it’s both. Saying what he wants to hear is the safest option. But giving Cyrus my truth feels like handing him a loaded gun. Not saying them…has a whole other set of consequences.
“Please, Cy…don’t—”
The argument flies away as I moan.
While I’ve been busy arguing with myself, I haven’t noticed Cy undoing my jeans. His fingers slip between my legs, and my breath catches. He strokes my wet panties, proving just how much I want him. I do. I always do. God, help me.
“You know what you need to do to make me stop. Just say it,” Cyrus whispers against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “You know you want to.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out. We both know the answer isn’t simple, but that won’t stop him. And fuck…a big part of me doesn’t want him to stop.
“Such a naughty fucking girl. You’re going to prove you’re mine, one way or another.”
He sucks on my ear as he moves the thin shield of my underwear out of the way and thrusts his finger into me.
“Oh fuck…” Cy is relentless, and my knees shake. My hands grip the bars tighter. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“You know why. You fear that I’ll go back to how I used to be, but I won’t. There is only you. You knew what kind of fucked up I was, and yet you walked back into my life and this cage.”
He pumps faster, and his hand pushes my legs open wider. The last bits of my resolve slip away to the feel of him sliding in and out of me.
“And now I’m going to show the world that you’re mine, even if you continue to deny it,” Cy whispers, his voice intoxicating.
The combination of his proclamation and domination wipes away all the reasons this is wrong, leaving only him.
A moan escapes me, and I bite my lip, trying to hold off the climax. A small part of me still holds firm, but resistance is futile.
“Fuck…”
“Yes, that’s it, come on my fingers.”
There is no stopping the intense pleasure that hits me and pushes me over the edge. I cry out, still in the throes of the orgasm, when Cy pulls his fingers free. He sucks them into his mouth and groans.
I blush, and heat flows through every part of my body.
“This is a mistake,” I mumble, and know immediately I’ve made a grave error.
Cy looks murderous.
I yelp as my jeans and underwear are yanked down to my ankles.
“Cy—”
He wraps his hand around my throat from behind and chokes off the argument. My arms and legs are still shaking, and I uselessly swat at his hand.
“Nothing between us is a mistake,” he snarls in my ear. “Not ever.”
Goosebumps rise all along my skin.
What the fuck has he done to my brain?
The zipper on his jeans is loud and threatening in my ears.
“Don’t ever say we’re a mistake again,” Cy orders, pushing his cock into my sensitive pussy.
My body instantly clenches around him, welcoming him and begging for more.
“You can hate me all you want, Haven. But we are forever.”
I suck in a wheezy breath. My pulse pounds in my ears. A bit of terror tickles the back of my mind, but I can’t deny that I want him. I need him. I crave him, and this fucked up part of us that should send me running instead of leaning into him.
“I…hate…you,” I force out, because I need something—anything—to hold onto that isn’t whatever this is.
“And yet, you still react to me like I own every fucking inch of you, Butterfly. Now scream for me.”
Cy bites down hard on the soft skin of my neck as he thrusts into my pussy. My scream is garbled by the pressure on my throat. He releases his grip but only to link our fingers and lock our hands against the bars as he pistons into me.
I’m lightheaded, but still meet him thrust for thrust. Cy’s teeth nibbling at my neck sends a sharp erotic pleasure straight through my body to my core. The lewd sound of our bodies coming together is only matched by my yelling his name.
Time no longer has meaning.
“There’s my fucking Butterfly,” he whispers, satisfied. “You can’t hide and pretend this is wrong now.”
He pumps faster.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I glare at him over my shoulder as I pant. My body is already racing toward a second climax.
“We aren’t a mistake. Say it,” he persists, not letting up.
His hands grip mine harder, almost a threat, but not quite. There is desperation under the anger in his eyes. My chest rises too fast. His gaze searches mine as he relentlessly pushes me.
I give in.
“We aren’t a mistake,” I say in a rush and then scream his name as I come so hard that dots dance behind my eyes.
Cyrus doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up. My lips part to speak, but I feel weightless as if I’m floating in a pleasure-induced nothingness.
He starts to lose his rhythm, and I know he’s close.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. So tight and wet. Fuck…” Cy roars as he jerks with each release.
He slowly pulls out and turns me around to face him. I watch as he tucks himself back into his jeans and then bends over to pull mine up over my ass.
“You’re…insane,” I whisper between sharp breaths as I lean back against the bars to stay upright.
His forehead dips close to mine.
“So are you,” he says softly. “For still wanting me after everything.”
And I don’t even bother to deny it.