Page 45 of Toxic Kiss

“Fuck you smell good, Butterfly.”

“Cy…knock it off,” she says, chest heaving. Each lungful of air rubs her tits against me.

“Every breath you take…I feel it. I feel it like it’s mine. Like you’re breathing for both of us.”

“Cy…stop.”

Haven’s tone may be firm, but her voice breaks as she tilts her head slightly.

“I’m in your blood, Haven. Admit it.”

“Cy…you’re acting like a jackass.”

She pushes against my hands, but I hold her still and slip a thigh between her legs. My lips brush along her jaw until they’re hovering over hers. Perfect, pouty, begging to be kissed.

Haven’s green eyes are full of fiery denial, but I plan on chipping that look away until all she sees when she closes her eyes is me.

“You’re right, I am,” I say, flicking my tongue out and tasting her. My body shudders, and the pain and fear completely vanish. “Listen to me carefully, Haven…there isn’t a man alive who knows you like I do…who can break you the way I can…and I will.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she growls, but there is no bite behind her words.

I’ll give her credit, she has always been strong, but now…she’s made of iron-will. But any metal will melt if you apply enough heat.

“We’ll see.”

Snatching her around the waist, I haul her up and over my shoulder.

“Cy! Put me down.”

I open the door and march along the hall.

“Cy, you asshole.”

All I do is smile.

“Son of a bitch. I swear to God you make me want to cut your dick off,” she hisses.

The part of me that loves her anger is cheering inside, but it’s different now. The need to taste the pain in her tears is gone, replaced by the desire to hear her scream my name.

“Cy, put me down, or I’ll post horrible videos of you,” she snarls, which is adorable while she’s talking to my ass.

“I think I manage to make myself look like an asshole enough without your help,” I say, smirking as she smacks me.

I return the favor, and the crack of my palm connecting is loud.

“Ouch! Fucker! This is harassment,” she yells.

“Take it up with my boss.”

Back in the living room, everyone is still eating. Our little display is met by four wide-eyed stares.

“We need a photo of that and definitely need to post that shit,” Ash says, jumping up and grabbing his phone.

“Don’t you dare,” Haven orders.

Everyone laughs, and Ash takes the photo anyway. Fuck, I want that one as my screen saver.

I spin in a circle while Haven squeals, and then I set her on her feet. The room erupts in laughter as she stumbles sideways, swearing at me, and then lands on the loveseat. She manages to keep her scowl firmly in place.