“Aria...cut the sass.” His voice drops an octave. “Or I find Ethan and carve my name into his fucking chest.”
My stomach drops. “No—don’t,” I snap out, faster than I mean to.
Not to save Ethan. To save myself.Because if Cyan learns the truth about that alley… everything detonates.
His gaze sharpens. “Tell me, why are you so bloody eager to protect that feckin’ bastard?”
“I’m not protecting him.” I swallow. “Forget Ethan. I’m already yours. It’s only your cock I want.” What I don’t say: If you knew what really happened that night, you might not trust me, and that terrifies me more than you ever could.His eyes darken into pools of possessiveness and fury. That makes my thighs clench. I know exactly where this is going. I want it, want him inside me. So, I climb willingly onto his lap.
“Forget him?” Cyan repeats, his accent rough enough to scrape bone. “Aye, I’ll make you forget every man who’s ever looked at you, ever imagined touching you.” His mouth crashes onto mine; savage, hungry, and claiming. When he pulls away, he’s growling orders. “Legs open.”
Biting my bottom lip, I hike my dress up and straddle him. Heat flares through me the second my core meets the hard length straining under his slacks. “Now Dove, show me you’re mine.” His thumb brushes my lower lip and tugs it free of my teeth. Parting my lips and taking that finger into my mouth, I suck on it slow. Deliberately keeping my eyes glued to his. That breaks him. He kisses me, tongue-devouring. I feel his hands fist the front of my dress and rip it open, bra tearing with it. Cool air hits my bare skin, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone. “Hands behind your back,” he orders. “Let me see you obey.”
I comply instantly, arching forward, offering breasts to him. My tone is submissive. “Cyan… after last night… I’m yours.”
His mouth descends on my nipple, and I gasp as his tongue plays mercilessly across my puckered nubs. When he draws away from me, it’s with great effort.
“Up.” I lift my hips, and the sound of his zipper echoes through the car—then another ripping sound: it’s my underwear. “Down.” I stare down between us at his already leaking cock and gasp out a whimpered moan.
I take too long because his hand closes around my throat and guides me down onto him, inch by stretching inch. My breath shatters. He fills me all the way, a perfect, obscene tight fit.
“I shouldn’t crave you like this, Cyan, but I do.”
His fingers tighten slightly on my throat. “Then never stop craving me?” he growls. “That’s not weakness, Aria. That’s instinct. Your body knows who it wants. Say it.”
“I want you, Cyan.”
“Ride me, love.”
I rise and fall on him, grinding, taking him to the hilt each time. The car rocks with the rhythm, leather seats creaking. His grip on my throat keeps me tethered to the moment, sharpening the pleasure into something dizzying, intoxicating. My orgasm hits like a wave, violent and consuming.I’m shameless, shaking. He flips me onto my back, reclines the seat, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drives into me—hard, punishing, and relentless.
Each thrust is a claim. “There’s no running from me,” he snarls. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I gasp. “You, Cyan… only you. Harder, babe, don’t stop.”
His hand tightens; just enough to make my pulse spike, as my vision blurs.
A brutal thrust. “This… is only for me.”
Another ram. “Your pussy?” He slams deeper. “Mine.”
“Your pleasure?” A slow, devastating grind. “Mine.”
The vehicle rocks, anyone close by will know what’s happening inside. “Your whole fucking body answers to me.” Another climax detonates through me, my cries echo off the windows. Cyan follows with a ragged roar, hips jerking as he spills inside me. My pussy milks him dry as his cock pulsates in my core.
We collapse in a tangle of breath and sweat.
He pulls out; I feel his release drip obscenely onto my inner thigh. I look on dazedlyas he tucks himself in, zipping that gorgeous cock away and pulling off his jacket. Cyan wraps it around me, shielding my shredded dress. My arms slide into the sleeves without thought. He straightens the collar, buttoning the front. Then he opens the door, steps out and scoops me into his arms, bridal style. We’re halfway to the house when the sharp click of heels breaks through my sex fog.
Lucilla steps into view, polished as ever, hair smooth, coat pristine, makeup flawless. But the moment she spots Cyan carrying me, her expression falters. She stops; her eyes linger on him, holding me a beat too long… and I see her loneliness and envy. She masks it fast, pasting on her bright, practiced smile. “Cyan,” she sings lightly, “I’m here to pick up Evie. Rosa mentioned she’d be with her.”
“Rosa isn’t here today,” Cyan replies, tone flat.
“Oh... Okay, thanks.” A tiny stiffening ripples down Lucilla’s posture. If I weren’t paying attention, I’d miss it. She smooths a hand down her blouse, a nervous tell, then turns her concern on me.
Her gaze flicks over the state of me in Cyan’s jacket, my torn dress, the way I’m wrapped in his arms.
“Aria, honey… are you okay? Did you slip?” Her tone is soft, sympathetic. But again, her eyes betray her. They’re cataloging everything.
