Page 198 of Toxic Kiss

“Fuck,” Cy roars, his body bows beneath me as he comes.

We are frozen in an erotic tableau, neither of us breathing as if time has stopped. I can feel Cy’s cock twitching inside me. His heart hammers under my ear like a drum, the steady thud calming despite the pace.

We say nothing, tangled in a heap, still catching our breath.

I tense up, and Cy holds me tighter, wrapping his leg around mine, trapping me. Not that I’m going anywhere.

“Don’t leave,” he says.

“I…wasn’t.” I sound drunk, my tongue heavy.

Cy shifts us slightly in the bed, and I can feel him staring at me.

“I don’t just mean right now. I mean ever.”

“Ever is a very long time,” I mumble against his chest as my eyes close.

“I mean it, Haven. I’ll hunt you down wherever you go. I won’t let you leave, so don’t try,” Cy says.

With a great deal of effort, I turn my head and look up at him.

Fuck, he’s serious.

The words are threatening. Cy’s expression is terrifying. But those icy blue eyes penetrate my soul, and I feel…whole. I’m perfectly at ease living within the chaos between us. The insanity is more of a home to me than any brick-and-mortar building has been since my mother’s death.

“I’m done being the social media manager and Cy wrangling master⁠—”

“No.”

“Cy—”

“No, I won’t let you.”

Reaching up with a shaky arm, I cover his mouth. He glares at me, but I couldn’t care less.

“Let me finish.”

He sighs, and I remove my hand, laying it on his chest.

“I’m done…”

He opens his mouth, and I hold up my finger, silencing him.

“Because I technically don’t have a job anymore.”

His brow furrows.

“What the hell does that mean?”

It’s my turn to sigh.

“I’ve been officially fired. My father saw the tape from the jail cell, and between the board and the company’s image, he said he had to do it.”

With a huff, I roll off Cy and lie on my back.

“I’ll be honest, I lasted longer than I initially thought I would.”

Cy doesn’t smile as he turns over onto his side.