Page 113 of Toxic Kiss

“Like you want to eat me.”

“But I do.”

I can’t keep myself from touching her again. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my body. Dropping my lips to the side of her neck, I breathe in her scent.

“You smell so fucking good. Sweet blueberries and defiance, with a rich layer of temptation. You’ve always smelled the same. How is that fucking possible?”

“Cyrus, don’t start this again,” Haven orders weakly, her voice breathy. “This is so wrong.”

“Then do it, push me away. It won’t change the truth.”

Sliding my hands down and over the curve of her ass, I squeeze.

Haven moans, the first real break in her determination to keep me shut out.

“Oh yeah? And what truth is that?”

“That you want me as badly as I want you. That you’re soaking wet right now. I bet your panties are drenched. Your body is begging for me to fuck you. Go ahead and check, tell me that your pussy isn’t dripping.”

Haven doesn’t move, her chest heaving against mine.

“Do it, slip your hand into your pants, and I bet you won’t be able to resist fingering your tight little hole, because your body is on fire. You want to come, right now, in my arms.”

She licks her lips. I flex my hips and rub my hard shaft up against her.

“Feel that? That’s what you do to me. I don’t want anyone else. We were made for each other.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t know how to trust what comes out of your mouth.”

I tip her chin up and gaze into her eyes.

“Hear me, Haven. I want to devour every inch of your body. You may not believe it yet, but you have ruined me for anyone else. I’ve craved you, Butterfly, since the day you left, and that kind of craving does something dark to a man’s soul. If anyone makes the mistake of thinking you’re theirs…I’ll fuck you in front of them to prove them wrong.”

Haven’s eyes go wide. Stepping back, I wrap my hand around her throat and feel her swallow.

“I’ve never killed a man before, but I promise that I’m on the edge of losing my sanity, Butterfly. I will do what I say.”

I squeeze a little tighter, and surprisingly, she doesn’t grab my arm.

“We’re going to revisit this conversation in a few days once you’ve had time to think.”

I get close to her ear and groan, the sound is deep and rough, and she trembles in my grasp.

“And while you’re thinking…I want you to picture my cock buried deep inside you as you come screaming my name. The only name you’ll ever scream again.”

Haven sways slightly, making the corner of my mouth turn up. My hand falls away from her throat. She straightens and smooths out her damp hair. Her cheeks are flushed, and she presses her legs together like doing so will stop the ache that I know is throbbing there.

“For the record, I love the idea of your pussy soaking wet when you’re watching me on stage. It makes me hard,” I growl, and then walk out.

Fuck, I hope she fingers herself right now with the same underwear on that I just came in. I shiver at the thought.

Wandering past Eren, who has fallen asleep, I drop down at the kitchenette table, heart jackknifing in my chest.

Haven is mine.

I just need to find a way to get her to admit the truth.

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