“A guy I thought I knew.” I said, looking down at my hands folded between us.
He gently grasped my chin and tilted it up.
“Did he pay for his crimes?” He asked, his voice eerily calm as his captivating eyes searched mine.
“Yeah.” I answered with a frown. “With a slap on the wrist and six months of community service.”
“Explain.” He glowered, through gritted teeth.
I didn’t even know where to start. Even with it being four years ago, it was hard for me to talk about what happened, let alone speak of the fucked-up fallout.
“I guess that’s what happens when you have friends in high places. Or in his case, a daddy in high places.” I said with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter anyway, it was years ago.”
I could feel his entire body stiffen at my words, and I knew he didn’t like my answer. The past was the past and there was nothing he or I could do to change it. No matter how badly we wanted to.
“Your turn.” He said, after a few beats of silence. His hands were still firmly planted on my hips, but I could feel the change in the way he held me. Almost as if I were this fragile thing that would crumble if he applied too much pressure.
Fuck.Why was he doing everything so right? He held me like how I wish someone would’ve held me the night Gavin attacked me. In his arms, I felt safe and important and worthy of love.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Truth or dare?” I blurted after realizing I took way too long to respond.
“Truth.” He said, looking deeply into my eyes.
“What are you thinking right now?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
“You really want to know?” He asked, a clear warning in his tone.
I nodded.I wanted to know.This game had gone way further than I planned, and after everything I told him, his answer meant something to me.
“I’m thinking that I want to kill the asshole that hurt you.” He hissed, clenching his jaw. “I’m thinking that you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. I’m thinking that your body…” he paused, grabbing my waist and pushing me down harder against him for emphasis, “this fucking body, feels perfect against mine and maybe I’m a real asshole for this, but all I can think about now is how warm and perfect your pussy feels against my cock.”
I was at a loss for words. The few times I shared what happened, the immediate reaction was always pity. ‘I’m so sorry that happened to you, Stevie’or‘Stevie, you poor thing’were usually the go-to phrases, but his response was so unexpected. The truth of the matter was, what I went through was ugly and hearing about it made people uncomfortable. But Cyrus wasn’t uncomfortable with what happened to me, and he didn’t look at me with pity in his eyes. Even as I spoke about it, the primal hunger in them never left, if anything, it intensified and I was caught off guard by the depth of the man I had so quickly labeled as one dimensional.
It was then that I understood why Cyrus was so dangerous. He may have looked normal, may have acted and sounded like your typical hot himbo, but he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was the handsome, smooth talking villain that you’d never see coming. The smart, intense, and beautiful man that took advantage of people’s lowered expectations of him so he could catch them off guard when they least expected it.
“My turn.” He said, grazing his index finger underneath one of the thin straps on my shoulder. “Truth or dare.”
I bit into my lower lip, contemplating what to do. If I said ‘truth’, I’d end up revealing more details about a life he wasn’t supposed to know about. Choosing dare was its own can of worms, but I didn’t want to risk getting more attached to the man that could see beyond my scars.
“Dare.” I said, looking up into his eyes.
“Terrible answer.” He growled, gripping my hips and pulling my body closer to his. “Hmm,” he said, rubbing the soft stubble on his sharp jaw, “I dare you… to let me taste that pretty little pussy of yours.”
I should’ve been pissed. His words were filthy and what he wanted to do to me was even filthier. But the way he slowly enunciated each word had my pulse skyrocketing and my thighs straining. I didn’t want to acknowledge the effect his words had on me. Let alone what the sensation of feeling his cock hardening below me was doing to my body.
But I couldn’t deny the truth. I wanted him.Badly.
I had spent my entire life walking on eggshells, always trying to make the most practical and smartest decisions.But what has being good ever really done for me?Aside from a few minor crimes as a kid, I had done everything right, and I still ended up here. Still ended up having a shitty mother who left me with an even shittier stepfather. Still ended up being owned by The Reapers.
For once in my life, I didn’t want to be good or smart.
I wanted to be bad, and Cyrus was the perfect man to guide me into the dark side.
“You aren’t just going to taste me,” I said, leaning in to press my lips to his ear, “you are going to devour me.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Princess?” He asked, pulling back to look me in my eyes. “Because once I have a taste, I don’t think I’ll have the strength to stop myself from gorging on you.”
