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“Please, what, Princess?” He mumbled, now moving his lips to suck and lick at my sensitive bud.
“The thong...” I cried with a shaky breath. “Get rid of the fucking thong.”
His fingers ripped my thong off of my body with one firm tug and now that I could finally feel all of him, the delicious sensation of it all was too much to handle. My hips bucked and my back arched as he continued his assault on my pussy. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and return the favor, but Cyrus’ hands were firmly planted on my hips and he refused to let me budge.
He lapped and licked and stroked and sucked my pussy until an intense orgasm rocked through my entire body and I screamed his name like it was a prayer.
“Wow.” I murmured, staring up at the ceiling, with him still lapping lazy circles on my clit as his hands worked to untie my wrists. “That was… amazing.”
He laughed to himself as he lifted my body and tucked me into bed.
“What about you?” I asked, looking pointedly at the large imprint of his hard cock still in his boxer briefs.
“We’ll have plenty of time for that later, Princess.” He said, crawling in bed next to me. “Tonight was about you. Now let's get some sleep.”
He wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled into his warm embrace, almost forgetting that there wouldn’t be a ‘later’ for us. Or any of The Reapers, for that matter. I didn’t want to feel, and yet each of them were evoking emotions no one else could. I had only been here a few days and already my priorities were skewed. I could no longer deny what was happening. I was falling for my captors. But I couldn’t let that happen. Iwouldn’tlet that happen. I knew what needed to be done.
Chapter 27
Stevie
I waited for what felt like an eternity for Cyrus’ breathing to become rhythmic. Only then was I able to relax a fraction. But the question in the back of my mind remained,could I actually do this?
I needed to take the opportunity while I had it. He was my captor, and that access card was my way out. The longer I stayed, the less I’d mourn everything I lost. My freedom. My future. Alex. Alexneededme.
Inching out from underneath his heavy arm, I carefully slipped out from under the silk sheets. The moment my bare skin left his warm embrace, goosebumps littered across my skin. The chill seeped deep into my bones, but I refused to back down from the plan. It was now or never.
Wrapping my arms across my chest with a shiver, my eyes tried to peer across the dark room and assess the distance to the card hidden just underneath the arm chair. It looked to be about seven steps there and another four steps to the door. Eleven steps.Just eleven steps, Stevie, you can do this.
Tiptoeing as lightly as I could, I made my way towards my freedom.
On step one, my knee cracked, and I winced.
On step two, I picked up my dress and slipped it back on, thankful that he didn’t rip it off.
On step three, the hardwood creaked and my entire body froze.
I glanced back at Cyrus and prayed like hell that he hadn’t heard it. The room was silent and the soft snore that he’d had moments ago vanished.Had he woken up? Had he seen me?I was on the verge of panic when his soft snoring picked up again, making the tightness in my chest ease.
Releasing a shaky breath, I carefully took steps four, five, and six as fast as I could. It was like ripping off a bandaid. The quicker I moved, the quicker I could get the hell out of there.
On step seven, I bent over to grab the access card from underneath the chair and recognized the soft scent of citrus hitting my nose. My eyes locked on the obvious culprit, Cyrus’ jacket. The scent was nothing compared to what Cyrus smelled like up close, but that didn’t stop my body from reacting to it.
My already pounding heart began thundering in my chest as panic poured into my bloodstream. “We can’t leave him,”my stupid body seemed to scream, “he keeps us safe.”My treacherous body wasn’t thinking clearly. All she wanted to do was crawl back under his arms and bask in Cyrus’ comforting scent.
God, why did he have to smell so good?
And say all the right things.
And make me feel less alone.
Tears welled in my eyes as I gnawed on my bottom lip. I knew there would be no going back after this. If I walked out of there, Cyrus would never forgive me. He had let me in. He had told me about his life and I had a feeling that wasn’t something he talked about with just anyone.
Could I betray him like this?
Could I betray all of them?
I was still upset at Atlas, but aside from hurting my ego, he hadn’t intentionally hurt me,had he?He was a good friend to me before all of this. Was it his fault that I interpreted what we had as something more? He hadn’t told me about his life, but it wasn’t like I had been very forthcoming with mine either. And Ezra. Maybe he didn’t understand boundaries, but when he held me the other night, he chased away my nightmares. Even Tristan seemed to warm up to me. When he thought I was in trouble, he stood up for me. They’ve all been really good to me…haven’t they?
