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“I don’t want you to regret anything we do,” he murmured against my ear. “I like you a lot, pet, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

I turned in his arms, my hands going back to his belt. I stared at him, waiting for a sign that he would push me away again.

“You want to use me?” he asked, his voice husky and deep.

I nodded.

“You need to use me?”

I nodded again.

“Then lead the way, pet. Show me what you want.” He kissed my cheek. “Take control. But I want to warn you.” His mouth brushed over the shell of my ear. “I will give you control for now, but I will eventually take it back.”

A breath left me at what he was offering.

Tugging on his belt, I walked backwards, leading him to my bedroom.

Along the way, Cyrus shrugged out of his leather cut. He threw it over the arm of the couch, followed by his hoodie and t-shirt.

The closer we got to my room, the harder my heart raced. Once we stepped into my bedroom, his belt was undone along with the zipper of his jeans.

“Keep going, pet,” he growled.

I spun us around, pushing him back onto the bed. A part of me knew that he only complied because he knew I needed this. That I needed to be in control even if it was just for a moment. He let me run the show, even if it was only the one time, it didn’t matter. The fact that he did so, forced this sense of awareness in me.

I had never been in control before and now that I had it, it was on a whole other level of power I thought I would never feel.

Cyrus kept his hands at his sides, keeping them to himself. “Your show, babe. Remember that.”

I nodded, bending at the waist and placing a kiss on his hip bone.

I tugged on his jeans, slipping them down his legs and off of him before tossing them to the side.

When he was naked, I stripped out of my own clothes, leaving me completely bare to his hungry eyes. No matter how many scars I had and how deformed the apex between my thighs was, the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“There’s a condom in my wallet,” he told me. “Before you ask, I didn’t put it there thinking I would get that part of you, but I put it there to be safe.”

I nodded.Thank you but you don’t have to explain.

“I didn’t want you thinking I assumed you would let me fuck you, pet.”

I stepped between his legs, placing a finger against his mouth. “Shhh...”

Cyrus’s eyes darkened.

Stepping away from him, I picked up his jeans and grabbed the wallet out of his pocket. Pulling the condom out of it, I turned toward him.

He was staring back at me, his hands still at his sides.

I let my eyes roam down the length of his hard, long body. His cock hit just below his belly button. It was fully erect, ready and waiting for me. My core clenched, aching to be filled by every pierced inch of him.

Dropping the wallet and jeans, I stepped back between his thighs. I opened the condom wrapper, slipping the rubber down the length of him.

Cyrus slid further up the bed, his feet dangling over the edge.

I slid onto the bed and straddled his waist. Rising to my knees, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking from base to tip.

His breath caught, his dark eyes watched me, but he still never touched me. I wanted him to but not yet. He knew I needed this, before I even knew that I did.