Page 123 of Toxic Kiss

My cock swells. She marked herself…with me.

“You try to pretend that I mean nothing.” I can just see her eyes, and they are wide as I trace the tattoo with my finger. “I see you.”

Not breaking rhythm, I tug harder on Haven’s hair until her eyes water. I grab her jaw and force her to look at me. The dark possessive part of my soul that has always wanted her races to the surface and consumes me. Drool dribbles over my fingers, leaving a line of sticky apple juice.

“Scream for me, Butterfly,” I order. Haven’s nostrils flare as she grumbles. “That’s it. You’ve always wanted my cock, say it.” She whimpers. “Tell me,” I snarl.

A faint, yes, escapes her mouth.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

Her eyes roll back in her head as her pussy strangles my cock and she comes. I groan, fucking her faster, riding out her orgasm with her, and soaking up the delicious sounds of pleasure. When she slumps over, I lean forward and lick the apple dribble from the corner of her mouth.

“Mmm…so sweet. No one but me will ever touch you again.”

Releasing her head, I grab her hips once more. My control slips further and further until there’s nothing left but instinct, need, and something dangerously close to losing myself completely.

I hold onto her tighter. Worried that if I let go, she’ll disappear again. I can’t have that. Not ever.

It ends just as violently as it started. My teeth clench, and my abs flex as I come with a growl on my lips. Again and again, I release until my legs shake and chest heaves, but my body feels light and euphoric. Haven’s forehead is resting on the counter, her breathing just as rapid as mine.

Pulling out, I grab the spoon that I used for my coffee earlier and gently insert it inside her pussy, scooping out the load of our mutual release. She tenses and looks back at me. Haven’s pupils are still blown with the aftermath of what we just did, but there is also curiosity and a little bit of worry in her gaze.

I smile, before putting it in my mouth and swallowing us down. Haven’s cheeks are already flushed, but they turn a bright red when she realizes what I’ve just done.

“I wanted to see how we taste together.” Grabbing the apple, I tug, and it comes free of Haven’s mouth. Unable to help myself, I lick the part that was in her mouth clean and then take a bite. “We taste fucking delicious.”

Haven clears her throat and slides her leg off the counter, but I’m not done with her yet.

My heart is still jumping in my chest, our eyes still locked as I slowly chew the bite of apple. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, and that is when I see it. The shift as reality creeps back in like an unwelcome visitor.

It’s subtle, but it’s there. The heat dissipates, replaced with something colder. Haven’s hands move fast, yanking her shorts up and gathering the torn edges of her shirt as she tries to piece herself together. I can almost see her thoughts. She thinks that she can undo what just happened if she moves quick enough. But she is very wrong.

“This was a mistake,” Haven says.

Those four words wipe the blissful feeling away and replace it with the same possessive anger that was riding me before.

Oh hell no.

I grab Haven before she can run and yank up my sweatpants with my other hand.

“What are you doing, Cy?”

I don’t answer.

“Cy?”

Pinning her between me and the table, I fist her hair.

“Cy, what the hell…ah,” she yelps as I force her forward until her cheek is pressed to the wood.

Snatching the black permanent marker I used earlier to autograph photos, I bite off the cap, and spit it aside.

“Cy, let me up,” Haven orders, struggling now.

I hold her firm and focus on my task.

“What are you writing?”