Page 120 of Made for Cyn
“Because. This is serious shit. We’re talking about murder.”
“And you think it’s no less serious with Saul in the mix?” Bastion asks incredulously.
“No, but Iris is out of control. I don’t know why, but she’s getting reckless.” I drop my head with a weary sigh, my chest pulsing with pain.
“I can’t have Saul all up in my business,” Cyn mutters. “Besides, I’ll kill the fucker just on principle.”
“What about Hate?” I ask, shrinking away when he turns an icy stare my way.
“What about him?”
“He told me I was in the way and you could get hurt. Maybe it’s bett—”
“Fuck!” Cyn slams his fist on the table.
Wincing, I bow my head, and he leans his forehead against mine, saying softly, “You let me worry about my cousin.”
“What did I miss?” Jig says with a playful grin, his wet hair spiked around his face.
“We need to make a plan,” Cyn says, setting me aside gently and standing.
Yawning behind my hand, I glance between them warily, unsure what will happen next but knowing it’s probably going to be bad.
When I get to Cyn, he’s gazing at me with concern, and his eyes soften. “Why don’t you go rest?”
Translation—you don’t need to know what’s going on. I get it, but I’m annoyed because this is about Iris and me and my fucking uncle. I’m worried, but Cyn doesn’t like the word, no, so tiredly, I nod and follow Jig, who leads me from the room and back up the stairs.
We stop outside a different room this time, with dark blue bed covers and bare walls. I step inside and glance back at him curiously and he says, “This is where Cyn sleeps.”
Nodding, I sit on the side of the bed and sigh, smiling when Jig says softly, “Don’t worry so much, LB. It’ll be okay.”
“Promise?” I whisper.
“Promise,” he says without hesitation before kissing me on the head.
“Sleep,” he says gruffly.
Once he’s gone, I undress and lay on my stomach, dropping into a deep sleep despite the terror burning my veins.
The end is coming. I can feel it. The question is, will the people I love survive?
???
Sometime later, I rouse when Cyn pulls me gently into his arms. Laying my head on his chest, I snuggle deep and moan when his warm palm smooths over my ass. The rough pads of his fingers feel sinful against my skin, and I wriggle at the contact.
Cyn chuckles but says roughly, “Hold still, I don’t want to hurt you, beauty.”
“Mm,” I murmur, looking up at him. He’s so beautiful the sight makes my throat ache, and on impulse, I grab my phone by the bed and open the camera app, snapping a picture of him looking at me through lidded eyes.
Unfortunately, when I do, I see a text from Iris, and my stomach drops. But I ignore it and smile at Cyn softly. I’m running out of time, and I’m desperate to create memories I can hold close when all is said and done.
With a smirk, he pulls me down beside him and takes a picture of us together. Although the gesture warms me, I grab the phone away immediately after, relaxing when he doesn’t so much as glance at the screen.
I set it aside with an urgent need and meet him eagerly when he pulls me in for a sensual kiss. He licks inside my mouth slowly, his lips curving in a wicked grin when I grab his cheeks and moan into his mouth.
Staring into his bright eyes, my heart pumps heavily as he makes love to my mouth, and when I can stand it no more, I push to my knees and pull my shirt over my head.
His burning eyes drop to my breasts and he licks his lips before running a finger over a nipple. Fire races through my system, and I tip my head back at the surge of tingles, moaning and bucking against his dick.