Page 35 of Made for Cyn

Spinning on my heels, I wobble again, evading the arm he holds out to help me before staring at him, backlit by the fire. Like this, he looks like a god, with flames for wings, and the fanciful thought makes me snort.

He’s no god unless he’s a fallen angel.

Quirking a brow, he looks me over before shaking his head and going to grab my hand. “C’mon.”

“No,” I mutter, stalking away toward the thick trees surrounding us.

“Rain . . . ”

Ignoring him, I keep going, shivering in the dark air when he pulls me around and into his chest.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you care? Maybe I’m meeting someone out here.”

His grip tightens and he pulls me in until I’m flush with his hard chest. My nipples bead painfully but his harsh stare makes me wilt as he asks in a silky dark tone, “Oh yeah, who?”

“Whatever,” I whisper.

“That’s what I thought.” He pushes me back a step. “You want to fuck? All you need to do is ask, beauty.”

“I don’t want to f-fuck someone who just did it with some other girl,” I exclaim, turning away again.

This time I don’t get far before he’s got me in his arms and wrapped up from behind, his breath harsh in my ear.

“Beauty,” he purrs, running his palm over my core before gripping me firmly through the thin material of my skirt. “You sure about that?”

We stand like that in suspended motion before I whisper, my core pulsing greedily, “Is that all you want? Sex? Maybe to brag to all your friends about it? Well, I’m more than that. I deserve more.”

He sucks in a breath before his arms sag around me. “Maybe you do, but I assure you when I dick you, the only one who will hear about how good it is, is you.”

Holy shit, but I spasm painfully at his words, before taking a deep breath and stepping away to gain my equilibrium.

“Why? You don’t want me! You just slept with her!” I slash my hand through the air.

“Yes, I did. And I will until you make a choice.”

“Fucking monkey fucker,” I breathe, stepping further into the forest, but I can’t outrun the brutal ache in my stomach.

I have no right to feel this or anything else. This is stupid, and I’m being foolish.

Still, I can’t help but ask, “And then what?”

“Then I show you what heaven feels like,” he promises in a dark tone, pulling me around.

Shuddering, I stare into his eyes, so beautifully brilliant. “And after?”

“After?” he repeats, his brows dropping over his eyes.

“Yes, after you get what you want?”

“What are you asking me?” he says impatiently.

“What happens after? Are we . . . together?”

He gives me a weird look and drops his hold. “Rain, this isn’t a movie. After, maybe we fuck again. I don’t know.”

“That’s it? I’m supposed to jump in your arms for the maybe of another go?” I ask, my jaw hanging open.

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