Page 49 of Made for Cyn

Cyn: Beauty, I’ll fuck you right now if you ask nicely

With a grimace, I resist the urge to squirm because I can’t control the lust his naughty words create, even as the thought that he’s probably with someone right now burns my chest.

Rain: Why? I’m sure you’ve got someone lined up right now

Cyn: If you’re asking if I’ve gotten my dick wet tonight, the answer is no

Rain: You’re disgusting

Cyn: Time’s running out, beauty . . . They’re lining up right now

My stomach clenches painfully, and I rub my suddenly aching head before hitting it gently against the wall. I’m so fucked in the head.

Cyn: Well?

Rain: Whatever

Leaning back with a frown, I wish for an insane moment that Cyn was a regular guy who just wanted to be with me for me, but I suspect if he were, he wouldn’t be the package that I want. It’s a weird notion but not untrue. The wildness that lurks below his skin is part of his appeal, and I gravitate toward it despite the way it makes me feel, both exhilarated and afraid.

“Hey, c’mon,” Kane says, appearing by my side with a cute smile, “There’s another bathroom this way.”

As soon as he says it, my bladder cramps in protest, and eagerly I follow him, admiring his tight ass when he precedes me up the stairs. At the landing, he turns with another cute smile, his dimples out to play, and I blush grossly when he points to a door.

“Um, thanks,” I mumble, damning my cheeks as I close the door behind me.

Shit, that was close. I’m squirming as I pull up my dress and drop to the seat, shuddering when I finally feel relief.

Once done, I fix my hair in the mirror and contemplate my circumstances. I think Kane likes me, but the question is, what do I want to do about it?

Cyn’s disapproving glare rises in my head, but I push it away because he’s made his position clear. He’s probably already mounting one of his stable full of women as I stand here, and I’m not looking to be one of the many.

I’d like to think I mean more than that to someone. Natasha may hate me after this, but I can’t control who Kane likes, right?

Resolved to flirt and see where this goes, I open the door with a smile that fades because it’s not Kane staring back at me on the other side, but Cyn.

“What—” I barely get out before he’s pushing me back into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

“Having fun?” he growls, leaning against the door and crossing his arms over his chest.

Holy shit. My core pulses at the sight, and I acknowledge that Kane’s gorgeous face doesn’t hold a candle to the wild need Cyn creates just by folding his arms. Fuck me.

I trace my gaze over the tattoos peeking out of his shirt sleeves and running down his arms, clenching my hand against the animalistic urge to touch him. Unfortunately, where Kane made me shy, Cyn makes me need, and nothing else will do.

How the hell did he get here so fast? Unless he was already on his way.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he demands, his eyes eating me up as he takes in my new dress.

“Um, yes? And a dress,” I mutter, stepping back at the flare of heat in his eyes.

Did he come here for me?

“Is that right? I thought I told you, beauty. If you want to fuck, you need to come to me,” he says in a dangerously dark tone, unfolding his arms and stalking toward me.

Raising my chin, I say in a husky whisper, “And I thought I told you. I’m not interested in being a good time.”

His brows slam over his eyes and he huffs. “You think Kane Shadow is going to go steady with you?”

Wilting under his incredulous tone, I raise my chin. “Maybe.”

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