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“Because Cyrus hasn’t marked you, and until he has, we won’t be having this conversation,” Eli says, leaving no room for argument.

Cyrus sighs loudly, placing the book in his lap and looking at him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Adeline

“We have had this argument all morning. Can you think of something else to argue over? Because the decision is not changing, and it is getting rather tiresome,” Cyrus tells him.

I snicker at Cyrus scolding him, which earns me a growl.

“Something funny, Addie? Because just remember, you have to come home with me,” Eli says, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“What are you going to do? Spank me? Fuck me into submission? They sound more like rewards than punishments,” I tell him.

He says nothing, and I know I am right; he won’t hurt me. As much as I anger him, he won’t hurt me or physically traumatize me. Realizing that makes me bolder as I stand up for myself. Eli watches me with hooded eyes as I walk over and behind the chair Cyrus is sitting in. Cyrus looks up at me with a funny expression, wondering what I am doing when I run my hand over his chest. My hand sneaks into the waistband of his pants. I kiss his neck, Eli’s eyes on my hand in his pants.

“Is it necessary to tease and fondle me when it is him you’re mad at?” Cyrus asks, kissing my jaw. His hand reaches up and into my hair as I lean over him.

“Who said I was teasing?” I ask him, my hand wrapping around his shaft, and I feel it twitch to life in my hand as I run my hand up and down its hardening length.

Eli growls, and I raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk on my face. I see him swallow as my hand moves up and down. Cyrus thrusts into my hand. He reaches back, ripping me over the back of the chair and pulling me onto his lap. I slide off him and kneel between his legs. Grabbing his pants, he lifts his hips, and I pull his pants down before gripping his massive length. My jaw is aching at the sight of it, but I have come this far; no turning back now. I kiss his erection, running my tongue around the edge before sucking it into my mouth and taking more of him. Arousal washes over me, and I know it isn’t mine but Eli’s.

Cyrus groans, his hand going to the top of my head as he pushes my head down, forcing more of him in my mouth and making me gag before pulling up slightly. I suck and lick his hardened flesh, my hand squeezing and tugging on his balls. His cock twitches, and I speed up, devouring his cock, his grip tightening. I hear him groan before tasting ropes of his hot seed spill into my mouth and down my throat. I quickly swallow it sucking him clean, my lips leaving his cock with an audible pop noise.

“Feel free to use me for revenge on Eli anytime,” Cyrus chuckles, and I hear Eli growl, making me look over my shoulder at him.

Cyrus pulls his pants up, and I notice Eli’s raging hard-on.

“Enjoy the show? You might need to ask Cyrus to deal with that for you,” I tell him, nodding toward his bulging pants.

He folds his arms across his chest, making him look even more imposing than normal.

“If he asks nicely, maybe grovels a little,” Cyrus chuckles, pulling me on his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You two done now? First, I get stapled in the head, and now you both want to tease me?” Eli huffs, annoyed.

I giggle at his childish tantrum.

“Well, I better sort him out. Duck over the road and grab some coffees for us,” Cyrus says, reaching into his back pocket and giving me his credit card.

“I don’t want her going anywhere on her own,” Eli says.

“It’s across the road. She will be fine,” Cyrus tells him.

I hop off his lap and walk out of their office. Eli’s frustration hits me, making me laugh and shake my head as I walk down the hall to the front foyer. Walking outside, I quickly duck over to the small café. It is a nice little café with its blue and white umbrellas out the front and the strong aromatic smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the store. Approaching the counter, I place our orders before waiting off to the side. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I send my mother a text message asking how everything is going. I don’t expect a reply straight away, knowing she is at work. The main street bustles with people as they move around to their destinations. I hear a low-sounding whistle behind me before hearing his voice.

“Don’t turn around,” Sam’s voice says behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, keeping my eyes trained on the café counter.

“I flew in this morning when I discovered your phone was broken.”

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

“I had a tracker in it. When it cut off, I flew in.”

“How did you find me?” I ask, a little worried.