Page 10 of Made for Cyn

“Oh, this is going to be fun. Double penetrated, Little Bit. You know a dick in the ass while you get pussy fucked?”

“Jig,” Cyn growls.

Jig’s head whips his way, his brows furrowing before he glances at me with a calculating smile.

Glowering, I refuse to answer, but my cheeks are so warm I think I could cook the remainder of the mystery meat burgers on them if need be.

His crude mouth doesn’t faze me, but I’ve never even contemplated such a thing, and I’m appalled at the thought of anyone doing it in my ass, much less with two guys.

Is he messing with me?

Thankfully, no more questions are asked about sex at the compound. Apparently, though, I’m still the topic of conversation when Jig continues, “So, you’re living with Iris?”

“Yep,” Iris says, turning to me with a smile.

Guiltily, I look away because she’s my family and friend, and I haven’t told her something that could crush her, but I don’t even know how serious this is. Maybe Cyn was messing with me.

A furtive glance reveals he’s still studying me until a brutal-looking dude with shoulder-length hair and piercing dark eyes approaches him. I spy tattoos along his neck as he leans over to whisper in Cyn’s ear, and whatever he says amuses Cyn because he raises his lush green eyes my way and smiles.

The look creates a whoosh of butterflies in my stomach competing with the gnawing hunger. I’m used to three full meals a day, and this shit—I push the supposed burger to the side—won’t cut it.

I know I’m all kinds of messed up because it’s clear by his look that nothing nice is coming, yet I’m still flustered by his attention and frustrated that I can’t keep it together. He’s just a damn guy, for fuck’s sake.

“Well, well, little beauty. I didn’t know you had it in you,” Cyn says, narrowing his eyes.

“What?” Clenching my hand into a fist, I raise my chin.

He’s like a damn spider stalking me in his web. Why do I get the sense that he’s going to eat me?

“Rand Strong, too? I thought you’d have more taste.” He shakes his head.

Huh? Rand?

“I don’t understand,” I say as Iris sits up beside me, pulling away from Bastion with a slurp.

“What’s up?” she asks, but Cyn doesn’t spare her a glance.

Cocking his brow, he stares at me steadily until I have to resist the urge to squirm, but since I have no idea what he’s talking about, I can hardly perform even though I sense this is what he wants from me.

Finally, when I can stand it no more, I raise my own brow and suck in a breath sharply when his eyes flame, the beautiful emerald depths searing me with their intensity.

“What? What is it?” Iris demands, and he turns his head away, breaking the tension like a popped balloon.

“Get your bitch in line,” Cyn says to Bastion in a stern tone.

She gasps but is quickly silenced when Bastion wraps his arm around her and pulls her against his chest. She looks like a toy doll in his massive arms. The image would be amusing if the situation wasn’t so fucking annoying.

Disturbed, I glance between them all, Jig with his greedy smile, Cyn with his cold stare, and Bastion with his arm around my cousin, and I stand because I don’t know what this is, but I know undeniably that I want no part of it.

I won’t be anyone’s bitch, and if Iris is content, so be it, but that’s not for me. None of this is for me, and I need to move away before it’s too late and I’m sucked in for good.

“Sit down,” Cyn says in a gravelly voice.

“No.” I meet his eyes once more and suppress a shiver when his brows fall over his nose.

“Do I need to do it for you?”

“What?” I stutter, dumbfounded.

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