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Throw the paper away and sit on him right now?
“Step on out of these for me.”
My brain is short circuiting I swear. I lean against his shoulder for balance as he slides my jeans to my ankles, holding the cuffs as I step out of them. Completely exposed before him I feel everything at once: fear, panic, shame, but also, validation, appreciation, confidence.
Because he seesme.
All of me.
He gestures to continue, and when I do he stands, his fingers brushing against the opening of my pussy. “Sosensitive,” he says again.
I bite my lip once more, breathing in as much my lungs can handle and reread Hailey’s message to Chris, trying to find where I stopped.Fine, I’ll give you front row, but only on one condition. And what’s that, sweet angel?“‘You come in and fill it when I’m done.’”
“Very good…Angel,” he mocks before locking his mouth against mine, crumbling me like the flakes of pastry I once sprinkled in my hair… however long ago that was.
Angel.
Chapter Thirty-Four
CYRUS
Every secondI stand here with my tongue down Holly’s throat, andnotfilling her with my cock, I think a brain cell misfires and disintegrates from my skull. Even kissing her sweet, delicate lips has me feeling like I’m in some kind of spirit world.
Holly wantsmeto mask up and take her to pound town… while she’s asleep. Insanity, isn’t it? What world am I existing in, I don’t know. And I’m not saying no—I’m not denying her of her wants and needs. Iwillmeet them. I would give this woman anything she goddamn desires, even if it kills me.
But.Yes, there’s a but.I’ve come to realize there’s only one problem: she’s not paying attention to the finer details as to why she enjoyed those scenes from my books in the first place. Aside from the thrill of doing something sotaboo, she’s overlooked the way the masked man treats—and what she wants me to replicate—the girl inIn The Shadows, and how Chris handles Hailey in my new book…
Fictionally.
Everything is fake and unrealistic.
What happens on page highly differs from real life. This is a lesson in itself that I am implementing with her as we speak. If Holly wants me to do this, I need to ensure that she can trust me.
Because this act is built entirely ontrust.
And if she can’t stand before me, completely exposed for my gaze and read out an erotic sentence without hiding herself, then she isn’t ready.
I hold my composure for a moment as I lose myself at the glistening patch between her thighs, almost completely unaware that she’s adjusting my glasses, pushing them back up my nose. “Cyrus?” Her words are barely audible from a breathy moan.
“Yes, angel?”
God I wish she could see how stunning she is.
I wish she could see what I see.
This is exactly where I wanted her—chin up, comfortable, confident and speaking freely without concealing that beautiful face or body of hers. “Is Chris and Hailey… us?”
She was suspicious before, but now she knows. I almost hesitate telling her, but seeing as we’re both in a trust circle I reveal my truths. “I knew there was a reason Quinn had his eye on you. You’re a bright woman, Holly.” I stop to rub the back of my head, “And, yes, it is us. But it wasn’t always. It was originally on a different path, but then you came along and… I’ve been completely, and utterly obsessed with you since. You inspired Hailey,” I add.
“And Chris is you?”
“Yes.”
“So, you want this just as bad as I do?”
“Until I’m blue in the face. But there’s more than just that…” I allude, tugging her in tightly against me and squeezing her ass.
She sighs inward, “Oh?”
