Page 81 of Rescue Us

Much to my surprise, he laughed. “Right.”You do not trust me. Not enough to give me your damn voice, pet.

Shoving from the bed, I stomped up to him.I wouldn’t have let you fuck me if I didn’t trust you.

Once he finished getting dressed instead of responding, I pushed him.

His gaze snapped to mine, his eyes cold and angry. “I’m a patient man, pet. A very patient man. I know you need a push but at the same time, I won’t push you to the point of hurting you. I can be an asshole, but I know when not to overstep. However, I do not appreciate being lied to.”

I’m not lying.

In a quick move, his hand wrapped around my throat.

A sharp gasp escaped me at the sudden change in him. But this change, this dominant side of him, a side that I didn’t see often because he had always been gentle with me, was a side I suddenly realized that I needed. It called out to the submissive in me. Even though I had been trained and conditioned to comply, with Cyrus, I found that I actually wanted to submit to him.

With his hand around my throat, he pulled me toward him. “Want to try that again, pet?” His voice took on a raspy tone that made the tiny hairs on my body tingle.

I am not lying,I signed slowly.

In a quick move, his free hand landed against my ass.

I whimpered, the slight tinge of pain erupting through me.

His brows narrowed, pushing me back until I hit the edge of the bed. “Are you sure about that?”

I trust you.Even though I signed those words to him, I knew that I wasn’t being completely truthful.

His hand landed against my ass again. “What the fuck did I say?”

I shoved out of his grip, geared my hand back, and landed my palm against his cheek.

Cyrus stared at me. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t say anything. The muscle in his strong jaw ticked. The spot turned red from where my hand had connected with his cheek.

My chest rose and fell, my palm tingled at the impact. I regretted slapping him the moment I did it, but I couldn’t stop myself. He pushed me and I didn’t like it. Not one fucking bit.

Much to my surprise, he spun on his heel and left the room. The sound of the door to my apartment closing a moment later, sucked all air from my lungs.

I should have gone after him. I should have stopped him from leaving. I should have done a lot of things, but I didn’t.

Instead, I fell to my knees and let the shame of what I had just done, rip through me.

Cyrus

Ishouldn’t have pushedher. Not like that. But when Ainsley had continuously given me her body, I only assumed that the trust was there. It wasn’t. Not enough. I didn’t know how to crack that final wall between us. I didn’t need to break it down. Not at first. I just needed it to crumble enough that I could get her voice. It was the only thing I wanted. I could have waited for sex. I often wondered why she would be with me psychically but not emotionally.

When I demanded she actually speak to me, that little voice in my head warned me she wouldn’t like it and would close up on me. But of course, I didn’t listen and only kept demanding for her to say something.

It had been a couple of days since we had seen each other. I texted her, asking if she would be willing to go on another date this coming Friday and all I got back was asure.

My body vibrated with the need to see her, but I didn’t want to overstep and lose the progress I had made these past couple of months. As much as I didn’t like it, I would have to wait.

It didn’t sit well with me at how quiet she was being. Maybe this was over before it even began.

When Friday finally came, I got a text from her that I wasn’t prepared for.

Pet: I can’t meet up tonight.

I responded, asking her why but I never got a reply. I clearly fucked up.

Friday came and went and so did the good mood I was in earlier in the week. With Ainsley, I was at my happiest but now that there was this issue between us, I couldn’t figure out how to make things right.

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