Page 88 of Made for Cyn

Bewildered, I stare into his eyes and mutter, “How romantic.”

“Yeah, well, if you’re holding out for romance, you’re going to be disappointed,” he mutters, pushing me back to the bed and sliding in behind me.

I can’t help the yawn that cracks my jaw and with a sigh, I ignore the pulse of hope in my chest as I pass into a deep sleep, thoroughly exhausted by the evening’s events.

Chapter Fourteen

When I wake, Cyn is gone, and I can hear Iris’ raised voice in the main part of the house. With a weary sigh, I pull on my jeans and a shirt, hurriedly forgoing a bra in my haste as I race down the hall.

“You don’t understand. We have to go home,” Iris shouts to an immovable Bastion who stands over her with a fierce scowl.

Shit. John.

Skidding to a stop, I share a grim look with her and clench my hands into fists. Fuck. This is my fault, but I didn’t want her to go home alone.

“No one is going anywhere until I get some answers,” Cyn growls.

Turning to him, I open my mouth to protest, but I’m smothered by his shirt when he takes it from his back and shoves it over my shoulders. His chest is in my face and I swallow my words at the glorious sight, wobbling as he pulls it into place with a fiery frown, effectively covering me from neck to knees.

“Sit down,” he barks.

Iris sits with a scowl, and with a silent sigh, I join her, glancing between the guys warily. I don’t want to go down this road, but I have a feeling it doesn’t matter because Cyn isn’t good at taking no for an answer.

“Now,” Cyn says, and Bastion moves around the corner to join him, “somebody is going to tell me what the fuck is going on!”

“Nothing—” I start to say, but he slashes his hand through the air, and I flinch.

“Why were you in the Burg last night?” he demands, and I shrink away from him, glancing at Iris.

“Don’t fucking look at her! Look at me,” he yells, and I gasp.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” I holler. “You’re not in charge. I go where I want.”

Leaning in until we’re nose to nose, he says in a voice so fucking calm I shudder, “When it comes to you, I’m the master of your fucking universe.”

“What?” I splutter because that’s completely fucking ridiculous and stupid, but I don’t get the chance to say more before he continues.

“I’m done!” he bellows. “You’re mine. We’re together. That’s it.”

From the corner of my eye, I spy Iris flinch and bow her head before I turn to Cyn. “Did you fuck her?”

“Who?” he asks warily, and I stand from my chair.

“That you even have to ask is unbelievable! Her!” I point at Iris and she shrinks in her seat.

Bastion’s head flips up, looking between them with narrowed eyes as Jig steps away from the wall where he was lounging with a frown.

“No,” Cyn growls.

“Really? Never?”

“Never. Why is that what she told you?” He looks at her with a darkness that makes me pause.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You’ve been torturing me for weeks. And now I’m supposed to fall in line because you don’t share? No!” I say.

“You wanted more. I’m giving you more.”

Although his tone is quiet, caution rolls down my spine because I sense he’s on edge, which is confirmed when Jig says quietly behind me, “Cyn.”

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