Page 53 of Made for Cyn
He turns away before I can analyze it, although I probably wouldn’t be able to decipher his weird ass moods anyway.
“Okay, probably should leave before your parents come home,” I whisper, mustering a casual tone I’m nowhere near feeling.
Laughing shortly, he pulls on his pants with jerky movements. “My parents don’t live here.”
“Oh, then who does?”
“My grandma,” he says with a shrug, zipping up his jeans roughly before pulling a shirt from his dresser and tossing it at me. “Here.”
Confused, I raise my eyes to him, and he raises a brow, saying gruffly, “No dick needs to see those pretty little nipples but me.”
My cheeks heat as I pull the shirt over my head and search for my bra and panties, but when I grab them up, he pulls the panties from my hand with a smirk and stuffs them in his pocket.
My jaw drops and I squirm but I’m given no chance to comment when he grabs my hand and pulls me out the door. What is he going to do with them?
Once we’re in the car and he’s pulling away, I note the silence and glance at him, observing his chilly expression and the frown lines around his eyes. The specter hurts my soul and I turn away to my window, hiding my sad smile.
It’s painfully quiet for the remainder of the ride, and sooner than I would have liked, we’re pulling up to my house. Blankly, I stare at the front door, acknowledging that he does plan to just drop me after the most fantastic moment of my life.
“You have your phone?” he asks gruffly.
My heart’s in my throat and I nod, grabbing the door handle but he pulls my chin around and searches my eyes before pressing his warm lips to mine. Unable to resist, I open on a moan, and he kisses me greedily, his tongue tangling around mine until I’m breathless.
After, he pulls away and looks out the windshield, saying brusquely, “I’ll call you.”
“For what?” I mutter, pushing back the tears with a surge of annoyance.
Would it kill him to treat me like a human fucking being?
“When I’m ready for another go-round,” he says silkily, glancing at me with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.
My jaw drops to my knees, and I stare at him dumbly before exiting the vehicle. “You do that.”
He’s quiet, but he does wait until I step through the door to pull away from the curb. Only once I’m inside do I remember the damn rules and look around cautiously before tiptoeing toward my room with a sliver of unease.
“Ah, you’re home on time. Great.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, my heart jumping into my throat as I step up the stairs.
“Rain,” John says in a chiding tone, and I turn back to meet his stare.
His pale eyes roam over my clothes, his mouth tightening in disapproval. “Were you with a boy?”
“Um, no,” I whisper.
“Then whose shirt are you wearing?”
“A friend.”
“A boy friend?”
“Y-yes.”
Stepping forward, he runs his hand down the fabric and over the swell of my breast while I stand frozen, my heart hammering in my chest.
“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” he breathes, and I flinch.
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me down the stairs, and I stumble after him, wrenching away when he pushes me to my knees.
