Page 200 of Toxic Kiss

“Haven…what did I just say to you about never letting you go? You can say whatever you want. It changes nothing. You’re mine.”

I swallow, trying to clear the knot of emotion.

“No, Cy…I mean that I can’t wrangle you like a boss. That is what my father and your mother wanted. You asked me to give us a chance. For us to work, to have a real shot…we need to be on even ground without a job hanging over our heads.”

“Are you saying that you’ll stop fighting me at every turn?”

“I’m always going to fight you. But when it comes to us…yes. I still think that I need my fucking head examined, but I’m giving us a shot. No more stunts like at the jail, though.”

He relaxes and amusement gleams from his eyes.

“I fucking mean it.”

“Upsetting, but livable,” he says, and it feels like a victory.

“That brings us to why we are here. Starting tomorrow, we are clearing the air between us. I mean everything. I can’t move forward until we deal with the weights hanging around our necks. And you will tell me everything about what has been going on with you, health-wise. Everything, Cy. You can’t hold back. Even the smallest detail can mean something.”

“Okay…why?”

“Because I’m going to do what no one else seems to be interested in doing. I’m going to figure out what is wrong with you—aside from the obvious asshole streak built into your personality.”

“Are you serious? What makes you think you can figure it out?”

Cyrus looks genuinely shocked, and that hurts my heart. He has all the money in the world and can buy the best medical care, but no one will spend the time to really listen to what he has to say.

I cup his cheek and rub my thumb over the five o’clock shadow forming.

“Because I’m the best damn researcher you’ll find and⁠—”

Before I can finish, Cy kisses me. He traps me underneath him with the warmth of his skin and just enough weight to be comforting. He brushes his lips against mine softly as if savoring the taste.

“There is simply no way to put into words what doing this means to me,” Cy whispers, never breaking contact. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I know, but you have me anyway. But, if you fuck it up and revert back⁠—.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

With a smile, he shifts us around until we’re under the blankets with him pressed up against my back. I gasp as he rubs his hard cock over my sensitive pussy and then slowly nudges inside of me.

“Cy…I don’t think I can yet,” I admit.

He snuggles closer, lips brushing my ear.

“I know, but I’m going to sleep inside you.”

My walls tighten around him, squeezing him at the thought.

“Mmm, but don’t do that or I will be fucking you again instead.”

I smirk.

“You’re very demanding, Mr. Vale.”

“You’re a bossy kidnapper, Mrs. Vale,” he mumbles.

I freeze, but before I can respond, Cy’s breathing evens out and his body goes lax with sleep. I lie there staring at the wall, not moving. My brain refuses to settle as I wonder if he is serious or just teasing.

Either way, hearing him say it…all I want is to hear it again.