Page 133 of Toxic Kiss

“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.

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thirty-four

“I try to want less of you. My soul answers with more.” - Cyrus

CYRUS

Haven shifts a little, and my eyes open. I hold her tighter so she can’t escape. My body feels heavy, and my bones ache. I pushed myself to the point of breaking, but I will do it again and again for Haven. There is no pain I won’t suffer to keep her with me.

“Cy? You awake?”

“Sorta?”

“Are you planning on lying like this all night?” Haven asks, and I smirk.

I’ve only ever cuddled one girl in my life, five years ago, and now tonight. Same girl, same position. My body is wrapped around hers like a straitjacket. The only difference is that this time, I’m hanging on like she’ll bolt for the door the moment I let her up.

“What’s wrong with it?”

She glances over her shoulder at me.

“You know what I mean,” she says.

“No. I don’t.”

I do, but I want her to say it.

“Do you always keep your dick inside a girl all night?”

“Are you complaining?”

A smile breaks out across my face as she sighs dramatically. Her signal that I’m being difficult. Pushing her buttons is like sipping my favorite drink.

“No, but what happens if I need to get up to go to the bathroom?”