Page 31 of Made for Cyn

“Relax,” Jig sneers. “We’re here for Lil’ B.”

“Who?” Saul grunts.

My eyes are locked on the icy cold gaze of Cyn as he takes in Saul and his friends before rounding the fire toward me. Oh shit, he is not happy. I raise my chin when I really want to step back, only to gasp when he swoops down and picks me up over his shoulder.

Dumbfounded, I stare at his back before reality surges in along with a good dose of dizziness, and I cry out, “Wait!”

“Quiet,” Cyn growls, slapping my ass, and for a moment, all is quiet as I process my shock while he strides around the house.

I stare at his ass blindly before arching away from his back and shrieking, “Did you just fucking spank me?”

“I do believe I did,” he rumbles.

“Are you serious right now?” Dropping back down with an oomph, I slam my hands against his ass. “You donkey’s asshole.”

He just chuckles, further enraging me, and I’m winding up to wail on him, but before I completely lose my shit, he drops me at the SUV. “Get in.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I shake my head mutinously, fascinated when his nostrils flare like a bull before a matador, and he leans in and says in a stern voice, “Get. In.”

I shiver. I can’t help it, I’m only human, but at least I hold my ground as I whisper, “No.”

His sigh could part the ocean as he picks me up, stiff as a board, and tosses me inside. I bounce with an oomph before catching myself and scramble to the other door. My hand is on the handle, pulling uselessly, just as Jig locks the doors from the front.

I whip my head around to glare at him and huff out a frustrated breath when he just shrugs as he jumps in the passenger side of the vehicle, with Bastion emerging behind the wheel. I swear the entire vehicle dips when he settles in his seat.

Beside me, Cyn climbs in and closes his door, rumbling, “Let’s roll.”

“I’m not leaving with you!” I sputter.

Cyn just cocks a brow, his arrogance plain to see as he runs his finger over his lips to hide his grin. And I see red. My skin crawls with rage and I move across the seat toward him with my arms raised to dish out some serious violence.

Of course, he subdues me quickly by grabbing my arms and pulling me into his lap, so I’m straddling him before wrapping me up against his chest.

I suck in a breath and struggle for a few minutes, so freaking mad I can’t see anything but his pain at my hands, but it’s like fighting a wall because he doesn’t so much as budge.

Eventually, I give up and sag against him. Maybe if I save my energy, I can make it count later, or so I tell myself.

“Are you done?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Fuck off,” I mutter.

Chuckling, he bucks into me, and I feel his desire bulging against my core, causing heat to flood heavily through my limbs. I bite my lip to hold back the moan trembling on my tongue, but he thrusts again, and I suck in a breath which only fuels the fire because he smells fantastic.

I’m so screwed.

With one arm around my waist, he grabs my ass with the other and grinds against me. His choppy breaths are harsh in my ear and I whimper, holding back the need caressing my skin.

The ridge of his erection is pressing against my core, and closing my eyes, I revel in the feeling as the sensations inside me build painfully. Heat floods my veins, and I’m on the cusp of something monumental when he pulls back, and I open my eyes to his bright green gaze, shuddering under the fire staring back at me.

With a wicked grin, he pushes a strand of hair from my face and says, in a low rumble, “Ready to beg, beauty?”

What? My heart drops in my chest, and I narrow my eyes to slits with a snarl.

He just smiles, grinding against me once more, and caught between the desire pulsing in my core and the ache clenching my chest, I moan before jumping away and sliding to the seat beside him.

Only once I’m away from Cyn do I glance at the front seat and frown because I forgot about our audience. Jig glances back at me and winks, and I flush painfully before turning away.

“Why am I here?” I mutter petulantly.

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