~Amy~

I stared at him on the floor. He was bawling his eyes out before, but now he stared at me as though I was the hysterical one.

"Get up.' I commanded.

"Wipe your tears." I commanded again. He followed my words like a puppy without protest.

"Now kiss me." I took a deep breath in. Asking him to kiss me was like asking him to breathe. It felt so natural to feel his lips on mine. I loved the feeling.

But how could I explain it to him?

This intense battle between my head and heart was making me nauseous. But the kiss was dissolving it all.

"Cynric...Take me to your home. I- I need to spend the night with you. We need to talk..." I said, looking at my feet.

"Are you trying to console me because you're guilty?" He asked innocently. My head whipped up, my eyes widened.

"N-No. I don't feel guilty. I want you to understand where I'm really coming from." I said.

Cynric gazed at me, nodding. He pulled his keys out and asked, "I hope you don't mind hotels downtown."

And I smiled.

We drove downtown. I've never been to this area of the the city ever. My eyes caught the vision of a girl on her knees and giving head to a drunk man by the side of the house door.

"I saw that too..." Cynric said.

"Do you want to...maybe head back to my place?" He added. I smiled at how he was trying to make me comfortable.

"I...have lived in a mansion my entire life. George kept me hidden for even longer than I started talking. He trapped me with luxury and richness. This feels...surreal." I said, my mouth moved on its own.

"Surreal, because this is the reality he hid from me."

Cynric turned to look at me. The car halted in the middle of a road. It was night, and we drove for around an hour.

Th silence between us was comfortable.

"Amy...you realize you're opening up to me, right?" I lift my head from my lap at his words. Was I?

"I know I am. And...it's happening unconsciously too." I said, acknowledging it.

Someone who tried to blackmail me but had fallen in love with me should be the last person I should trust. But I couldn't explain why I felt so safe with Cynric. Even at the moment, I abandoned all worries and spoke my heart.

My worries were all circling around our relationship.

"I feel like I need you, Cynric. But our families would never—" I tried explaining myself. But just then, Cynric locked my lips with his, sealing the word inside me.

"We...know what we want. Our families won't be involved in what we want. I'm loyal to you and my parents. But that doesn't mean I'm trying to steal the company or your assets from you. I don't give a damn about your family assets, Frostbite. You know I'm studying so hard to get out of my parents' house, that's it." Cynric spoke his heart.

I was panting from the kiss but as his words sank in, I couldn't help but relax. What kind of control does he have on me!?

"I can't wait till we get to the hotel, Cynric." I announced softly.

If the sky was ablaze, he could've seen how red my cheeks were. And thankfully, it was night, so he couldn't.

"Okay." With an assuring smile, Cynric started the car again as he drove us to a much quieter neighborhood. The downtown was never quiet, but some areas were safe without thugs.

"Okay," He pulled the level to lock, and I walked out of the car to the backseat. I was a glowing mess!

After what seemed like an eternity, I will be having sex with a man who craved me. Cynric craved me.

I could see it in his eyes when he climbed in after me.

His body was warm, his skin sweaty and heated up. I loved how he responded to me physically.

Biting my lip, I leaned into his touch. His mesmerizing touch which sent chills down my spine.

Did Dane, Alex or even Nick ever made me feel this way? This hot and bothered? Never.

Our pants came off in a swift motion. It was as if we were possessed by each other. I was aggressive with him, and he was calm and gentle like I was as always.

"Make me cry,' is all I had to say.

Cynric stared at me, to confirm. I just let him know I was removing all limiters to our pleasure.

He was going to unleash the absolute beast inside me~

"AH!"

He slid in effortlessly, going balls deep with the first thrust itself.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders. My body was being backed up against the car door. Cynric held my head protectively. I loved every single moment of interaction between us.

"HOLY SHIT, CYNRIC!" I screamed.

The car shook violently and so did my body. He was fucking the soul out of me!

And then...The best part came.

"Arghh fuck, baby...ha...ha...!" With each syllable that spilled out of his mouth, each thrust squirt his load in my warm hole. He was draining himself in me. The longing, the yearning, all of it came out like a leaky hose of love. For me.

"Oh...oh...." he was pulling out, and my swollen walls were too sensitive for it.

The moment he pulled out of me, my eyes burst out of my sockets at how much of his cum was oozing out of me.

"Holy fuck, Cynric..." I commented.

"Its been...awhile." He explained shyly.

Chuckling, I took him close and kissed him in our awkward position.

"You're amazing." I stated against his lips, "You better believe it."

"Thank you..." he replied, his cheeks growing warmer. I always admired men who had a streak of vulnerability. Made them look real and approachable.

But his next question... genuinely made me wonder.