Page 169 of Toxic Kiss

“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.