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Iris
There wassomething feral in his brown eyes. It wasn’t lust. It was need. An animalistic need that threatened to engulf us both like a wildfire if we let it.
I wanted to let it.
I wanted to burn right along with him, because that's how it felt. Like we were both being consumed by a fire so hot that it would leave nothing but ash in its wake.
That's how Cyber made me feel. How he had always made me feel. Right from the moment his handsome face had pinged up on my laptop. I should have known when that tiny spark ignited that it wouldn't be so easily put out.
“Up,” Cyber growled, his tongue trailing around my belly button. His fingers hooked into the hem of my panties, and he pulled them down my legs easily as I lifted my hips. I was laid bare to him.
“You're so damn beautiful, Iris.” His eyes swept over me, darkening the more he looked.
A pit opened in my stomach, panic making bile rise in my throat. I was too exposed. Too vulnerable. My hands moved to cover myself and the fire in his eyes flashed for a second.
“Don't…” A sob tried to burst from my lips, but it came out strangled. What was wrong with me? We had fooled around before. And I wanted it. I craved it.
“Iris.” His face hovered over mine. But he didn't close the distance between us and kiss me. It might have been better if he had. When he kissed me, I forgot that I was scared. I knew it was silly. Cyber had never and would never force himself on me. I just felt too naked, too exposed.
With one last sweep of his eyes over me, he rolled from my body with a sigh. His arm flung over his eyes, like he had a headache.
I had disappointed him and led him on.
“I'm sorry.” Weakly, I turned to him, dragging the comforter up to cover my breasts. My eyes closed before the tears could start to fall.
“Don't be.” He sounded resigned.
The pit that had opened in my stomach deepened. He was done with me. I could tell. And who could blame him. I was so hot and cold and…there were other things. Things that I couldn't tell him, or anyone else. Especially not the people downstairs. People who had been kind to me.
“I should go…”
His eyes flashed open “Why?”
“I shouldn't have led you on.”
The hand he smoothed down my side was soft. A gentle caress. “You didn't lead me on, Iris, I went too quickly. I should have known better.”
“I don’t know what's wrong with me.”
“Nothing is wrong with you, Iris, you are fucking perfect. I just got impatient.” He leant his forehead against mine, his hands clasped behind my head to hold me to him. “Sometimes I let my dick rule.” He shrugged apologetically.
“Just sometimes?” I couldn't help the smile that lifted the corners of my mouth.
“All the damn time with you,” he admitted. “But I'm trying.”
“You shouldn't waste your time with me, Cyber. I'm not worth it.”
Something like pain flickered across his face, making his features tight. “You don't get to decide that, baby.” He opened his mouth to say something else. I could see that he wanted to say it, but then he snapped his lips back together. Whatever he had been about to say, the moment was gone, but it did make me wonder.
“You shouldn't still want me, not after how much I hated you.”
The hand that had been cupping the back of my head slipped across my cheek, and I leant my face into it. I loved the way he touched me. Like I was something special, someone to be cherished.
“You don't get to decide that either. How soon after…” He trailed off, his face and voice strained. “How soon after your father’s death did they approach you?”
Giving a sarcastic little giggle, I closed my eyes. “Outside the crime scene. I hadn't even seen my mum by that point.” It was still painful to talk about. Even after all those years. Not just because it was my father’s death and I loved my dad, but because it was that moment that changed everything. I had needed someone to blame and they had given me Cyber. I had clung to that hatred for so long. Even though part of me knew it wasn't the case. They had used me, made me weak, and like a fool I had fallen for it.
