Page 132 of Toxic Kiss

“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…”