Page 12 of Made for Cyn
My pulse is pounding wildly. I don’t know what just happened back there, but it feels as though Cyn just claimed me, except I don’t know why, and I’m confused and weirdly exhilarated.
Unfortunately, Rand steps in my path, and I come to a screeching halt, staring into his face, which I once laughably thought handsome. He smiles smugly and I demand, “Did you tell everyone we slept together?”
His smile drops away, and he laughs, but I see the gleam in his eyes, and my right eyelid twitches. “Hey baby, I—”
“Did you?” I ask, poking him in the chest.
“C’mon, it was all in fun.”
He did not . . . Dude doesn’t know who he’s fucking with.
Leaning in all seductive-like, I grab his shoulders for leverage and smile savagely when his eyes light with greed before I knee him in the nuts—hard.
He barks out a moan and bends over, whimpering like a little bitch.
“I’ll show you fun, you monkey fucker,” I mutter. “And don’t call me baby.”
I stalk away before he can answer, assuming he has the air for it, and escape the dining hall quickly. I don’t know my way around this damn school, so I step out the front door and breathe in the fresh air, hoping to calm my racing heart.
The stink of the cafeteria slowly fades and I lean against the rail, but before I can gain my bearings, the door whooshes open behind me, and Cyn appears with a nasty smile.
He’s the last person I want to see, and that’s saying a lot, considering Rand’s loose fucking lips. With a fierce frown, I step back, but air meets my feet, and with my arms windmilling, I gasp as Cyn grabs me up and pulls me against him.
Fuck. My heart is pounding even harder now which isn’t helped by Cyn, who wraps his arm around my waist and gets cozy.
“You’ve got a little fire in you, after all,” he murmurs, raising my chin and running his fingertip over my bottom lip.
My skin tingles at the contact, but I ignore the sweet sensation, whispering, “Let go of me.”
“Why would I do that? I’ve only just caught you.” His eyes twinkle and he drops his gaze to my lips.
“What do you want?” I demand, reeling under his smile because it’s full of promise, but I’m afraid of what that promise entails, even as I ache to know more.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“Why did you bring that up at the table?” I ask, changing the subject before I do something foolish, like begging.
I can feel his erection against my stomach, and it’s creating havoc in my core.
He raises his brows, but ignores the question. “This is going to be fun.”
Fun? Is this a game?
Pulling away roughly, I scoff. “Why? Why would you do that? You don’t care about whether I slept with Rand or anyone else.”
“Wrong. I’ve made it my business to know who you fuck. And now that I know it’s no one, I look forward to getting to know you better, little virgin.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” I stammer, my pulse hammering in my neck when he runs the tip of his callused finger down my vein with fiery eyes.
Is he remembering licking me there?
“No? Hmm, we’ll see about that. Stay away from dick, little beauty,” he says softly.
“You’re crazy,” I whisper.
Smirking, he loosens his hold on me. “You have no idea. Don’t test me. Now that Bastion is free, I’ll expect you to report back to me.”
My stomach drops at the sudden change of topic, and I fight a surge of disappointment. Now that he’s all business once again, it leaves me wondering if he’s playing me the same way Bastion did Iris.
