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CROSS I woke up to a pounding headache. All the results from the crying and screaming finally caught on and I sat up in bed, looking around the darkness. I knew where I was and who was sleeping beside me. He was clutching my hand, as if afraid I'd be taken away again. I quite remember begging him to stay with me while I slept— why did I even do that? Cyrus was the last person I trusted with my body… but I guess he wouldn't pull that move on me. Oh shit! Mom! Fuck. Where's my phone? I started to tap about the bed in search of it- “What are you looking for?” his deep voice rumbled from beside me and I almost had a heart attack. “Jesus!” I flinched. “M-My phone… I can't find it. I need to call my mom.” That was the kind of voice ladies would swoon for and honestly, it was kinda hot. It was like waking up next to Batman. “I already called her,” he squeezed my hand tight, his thumb moving back and forth. “She said it's fine if you stay over.” “Wait what?” His touch was soothing and
CYRUS I knew something was off when I didn't see him in bed. The fear that pounded my chest was surreal. I've only felt this fear three times this week and they were both caused by Cross. The first time he saw me in that classroom. The second time was when Mera found out about him. The third time was a few hours ago when I searched for him. I wasn't going to live very long if he kept this up. I dashed out of bed, feeling the familiar chills of Mom's powers as soon as I got downstairs. Oh no she wouldn't! Cross was my meal not their fucking toy! “For fucks sake!” I pulled him out of her web before she could delve deeper into his mind and wreck it. “What the fuck is your problem?” “Oops!” She giggled like she wasn't just about to ruin him. “Sorry.” “Sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?” Instead, she giggled harder, getting on her feet and moving to the fridge. “What? I got carried away.” She shrugged, “It's been a while I saw a human,” she winked at my mate. “Fuck! Can't someone
CROSS Cyrus Sinclair. The one. The only. The legend. Who else would arrive late to the soccer game for his own team and stride in like a boss with lipstick on his left cheek and corner of his mouth? The blonde walking out of the tunnel where Cyrus emerged, staggered in her steps. She fixed her mini skirt and finger-combed her hair, blushing from the embarrassment and looking around if anyone else would notice what was already written all over her. Must be one hell of an orgasm. I moved my camera to take a picture of the cocky man running into the field now after substitutions were announced a while ago. So far, he has made no attempts to wipe the blonde's claim off the side of his mouth. He wore their lipstick like a conquest for all to see. Boys his age still saw sex as a trophy and loved to add to their numbers like it was a resume for a future job application. What was I saying? He was a boy my age yet his body count was triple my age, I could bet his manhood on it. The cro
CYRUSA heavy pounding on my door jerked me from my sleep and I grumbled while clutching my duvet tighter, "I'm not going!""Cyrus Anthony Sinclair, you come downstairs right now or else!" my mother's yell vibrated through the walls and down my spine. My eyes flew open so fast and I jerked up in bed."I'm sick!" I tried again, in a desperate attempt to make her leave me alone but her scoff echoed and I knew there was no convincing her."You've been in your room for three whole days. You think I don't know what this is about?"She couldn't possibly have figured it out, could she? Worried now, I bit my nails and jumped out of bed, moving around in my shorts with a racing heart.She's going to kill me. She's going to bury me alive and then my father will stomp all over my grave, piss on it, dig me back open just to beat me up, crush my bones, smoke it, then present it to grandfather who'd call me the worst thing he can ever say to any of his grandchildren.A disappointment."Cyrus…" she'
CROSSI've always had a problem with touching my own dick.Why?It felt gay and I was far from gay. I was so straight that strippers would barely even think to twirl on my pole. I was so straight that even bumping shoulders with a man was avoided by all means. I was so straight that a little voice at the back of my head had to remind me that Cyrus was choking me to kill me and nothing pleasurable was happening.Fuck!"I'm sorry, what?" The pain in my nose ceased as all my attention was suddenly focused on his ridiculous words. Did I hear that right or was I half way into passing out?That was one powerful punch he packed there and I just knew my nose was broken. Great! How would I explain to my mother that I slammed into a tree on my way home?"Stroke what?" I asked again, staring at Cyrus in disbelief. The man was glowing like he just stepped out of a river of gold mixed with dust of the sun. Just like the other night, his body was enchanting, mesmerising and enticing.It didn't take
TRIGGER WARNINGCROSS"N-No, wait," my heart pounded ferociously with an energy of intense horniness I had never felt in all my eighteen years. The electrifying rush through my veins made me pant. My face flushed from the warmth of my body, and the cock pressed against my backside-- pushing hard into me with an urgency that matched my own.The throbbing of my cock was hard to ignore and just straining against my jeans sent shock waves of mind numbing pleasure."What are you… doing to me? Stop. Please…"Even my pleas sounded like moans.I was moaning like a bitch in heat.This was unacceptable.Men don't moan.Men don't feel this way. I was a man, not some girl experiencing ovulation horniness for the first time."Ah, fuck!" Cyrus groaned behind me. "There we go. There's that lust you've been hiding." he sounded on edge, satisfied, on his way to an orgasm."How do you walk around with this pent up sexual energy?" he teased, squeezing me tighter in his arms. "Share some of that, will yo
CROSS Days rolled by slowly yet that faithful night never left my mind nor my dreams. I woke up every middle of the night with an overwhelming amount of lust that made me shiver, moan and clench my fist in an attempt to stop myself from grabbing my dick. I was horny. If there was any word that was higher than that, I was it. My body remembered every detail down to the hard press against my back. Fuck! Cyrus was ruining my life and it was only the third day! I woke up to a raging boner, my dick pulsing and aching with the need to slam into anything and fuck hard-- actually no, I wanted to be fucked. To be bent over and thoroughly rammed into by that fucker! "God, what is wrong with me?" I ran a finger through my hair and pulled out a drawer where the photo sat. I've stared at it a lot of times and I've lost count, burned the picture in my brain that sometimes I could make out his figure in the dead of the night. He assaulted me. Ripped me of my dignity and rough handled my dick to
CROSSI should not have said that!Whatever pushed me to threaten a demon had fled now that his eyes zeroed in on me with the darkest of look and the gold flashing in his orbs. His features only got meaner making him appear devilishly handsome and pulling me in.Standing before me with his eyes solely on me was doing something alright. Something I didn’t want to talk about or even think but this damn body was a betrayer answering to this.. This… "Undo it," I said with my anger flaming anew."I hate the way I'm feeling. I hate this.. This… thing moving inside of me.""It's called lust, you nerd," he sneered, hands on his waist in frustration and my eyes dropped to where it shoal not have.I felt a kick in my heart just when he snickered and dropped his eyes to my crotch area."My eyes are up here," I fidgeted, trying to hide from those compelling eyes. This was all his fault and nothing to do with me. I'd never be attracted to another man. Never ever."Your point sure is sticking out,"
CYRUS I knew something was off when I didn't see him in bed. The fear that pounded my chest was surreal. I've only felt this fear three times this week and they were both caused by Cross. The first time he saw me in that classroom. The second time was when Mera found out about him. The third time was a few hours ago when I searched for him. I wasn't going to live very long if he kept this up. I dashed out of bed, feeling the familiar chills of Mom's powers as soon as I got downstairs. Oh no she wouldn't! Cross was my meal not their fucking toy! “For fucks sake!” I pulled him out of her web before she could delve deeper into his mind and wreck it. “What the fuck is your problem?” “Oops!” She giggled like she wasn't just about to ruin him. “Sorry.” “Sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?” Instead, she giggled harder, getting on her feet and moving to the fridge. “What? I got carried away.” She shrugged, “It's been a while I saw a human,” she winked at my mate. “Fuck! Can't someone
CROSS I woke up to a pounding headache. All the results from the crying and screaming finally caught on and I sat up in bed, looking around the darkness. I knew where I was and who was sleeping beside me. He was clutching my hand, as if afraid I'd be taken away again. I quite remember begging him to stay with me while I slept— why did I even do that? Cyrus was the last person I trusted with my body… but I guess he wouldn't pull that move on me. Oh shit! Mom! Fuck. Where's my phone? I started to tap about the bed in search of it- “What are you looking for?” his deep voice rumbled from beside me and I almost had a heart attack. “Jesus!” I flinched. “M-My phone… I can't find it. I need to call my mom.” That was the kind of voice ladies would swoon for and honestly, it was kinda hot. It was like waking up next to Batman. “I already called her,” he squeezed my hand tight, his thumb moving back and forth. “She said it's fine if you stay over.” “Wait what?” His touch was soothing and
TRIGGER WARNING. Violence and abuse. CYRUS It got stronger each passing second. My dick fought to burst free from my pants but into who? I was yet to find Cross. “Oh no, I won't be going with Joseph. He's boring,” The door opened and Sofia walked in wearing a green face mask. “Ah!” She screeched and my ears almost bailed out. She clung to her door keeping an eye on me. “Wh-What are you doing here?” Her lips trembled. “You wear human skin even at home? Jeez! You must be dying to be human,” I rolled my eyes and pushed away from the window. Her bedroom was typical Barbie. It was so pink, it hurt my eyes. Even her nightshirt was pink. “I'll call you back,” she hung up the phone and a fist pounded on her door. “Honey, we heard you scream. Are you alright?” “Sofia, it's your father. Open the door right now.” I arched my brow at her, waiting to see what she'd do. I moved to her nightstand and picked up a picture of her and her family. “Nice family you've got. It would be a shame t
CROSS“You didn't tell me Cyrus stopped by yesterday,” I queried my mom once the day was over and we were locking up the cafe.“Oh, honey, it must've slipped my mind. He's such a wonderful boy.”“I bet he is,” that manipulative two faced son of a-“What? You don't think so?” We headed to her car and she unlocked it, sliding into the seats. She turned on the heater and I warmed my hands.“Oh it doesn't matter what I think. You like him already.”“What? Honey, he's your friend. Of course I like your friend. I trust your judgement.”I wish she would question my judgement at this point. Why did I have to be so good in their eyes?She pulled out of the parking lot and I got an earful of why I shouldn't push Cyrus away. Talk to me when you know the truth, Mom otherwise you're just advocating for that manwhore.Speaking of, the image played back in my head and I hid my face, turning to the window as my cheeks stained with colour. My dick remembered and started to rise— oh bloody thing! I cou
CYRUS Satan couldn't be more ashamed of what I'd become! Just a few minutes ago, I was kissing Cross, taking his dick in my mouth and giving him the best heads I had NEVER done to a guy with my dick raging hard and now, I was kissing Patricia with Dick on my mouth and I couldn't get it up. Don't get me wrong, she was still lusting after me and I could feel it. I could fucking feel it but my dick was gaslighting us. Hello? Pussy here and there's a hole to fuck! Nothing? Really? You're really gonna ignore me and all for what? For Cross? Fuck me! Was there anyone who smelled half as good as he did? “Mmmm,” Patrica moaned and rolled her shoulders with her hands in my hair. “You taste so good and a tad salty. I like it.” First of all, that's Cross. Second of all, that's gross. He's mine. Yes, he was mine until we were over. I grabbed her butt and her hair, kissing her deeper as she palmed herself to me. I lifted her up and placed her on the desk in the empty classroom. She giggle
CROSS “Shit!” I stuffed my books into my bag and grabbed my bag pack. My hands trembled as I tried to arrange my things but I gave up halfway and raced out of the empty classroom. Everyone was on the field, watching the game today. I had decided to stay back and wait for updates from the team to publish the school papers for tomorrow but with Cyrus' text, I'd be damned if I stayed another minute. “If you're in school, you better start running.” was what he sent and I've been packing ever since. He said he wasn't going to play! What the heck happened? I scrolled through my phone, checking the school's page and my jaw dropped when I saw pictures of Cyrus on the field. He scored not one but five goals and I just knew that dick was harder than steel right now. I barely managed to fit the smallest toy inside my ass this morning and it was still on there right now! It wasn't uncomfortable but I wasn't ready for anything his size- so do I run to him or away from him? The halls were e
CYRUS Cross caught me off guard with that question because my jaw hung. I thought he was finally becoming meek and calm. "Then that would mean you are too since you attracted a shitty person like me," I winked, delighting in his annoyance. "Whatever. I'm going home. You can leave too since you already saw Sofia leaving," he started to walk away but I wasn't letting go that easily. After what happened with Patricia today, my mother was absolutely certain I needed to be around him. She said it would warm his heart if he had someone to talk with or someone to cheer him up. As it appeared, Sofia already beat me to it but I still wanted to try. "So you and Patricia--" "Goodbye, Cyrus." "Hey, hold on," I chased after him. "Aren't you here to clear your head?" "Done that." "Not with me." He narrowed his eyes, "That's why it worked." What the hell was he on about? "No, you're cranky like an old lady. I can make you feel ten times better-" "The only thing you know is sex-" I gasped
CYRUS "Where the fuck is he?" I groaned, clenching my jaw and scanning the front door again. I handed out the customer's coffee, smiling wide. She admired me before reluctantly walking back to her seat and didn't stop glancing back. I caught a musk of her lust and catch this, my powers didn't go acting up. I've spoiled the damn thing with a taste of Cross and now everyone else tastes like sour milk. I bet he would want to know how much I'm suffering. He has me wrapped around his little finger, talking about, "don't fuck this, don't fuck now." Well spread those legs already, Cross. How about that, huh? "Are you sure you don't have other places to be?" Evelyn appears beside me with considering eyes. With Cross away, they needed the extra hand. They were handling three times their usual customer and they weren't prepared for the rush. Now this is what a normal café is supposed to look like. Alive. Warm. Strangers chatter. Picture everything Cross hates. "You don't have to fill in f
CROSS I stared at the message from Jake. He wasted no extra time in sending his homework. At least I knew one thing I'd be doing today to get my mind off things. I tucked my phone in my back pocket and looked down at the oversized Tee I had just picked from the lost and found. How does one lose a T-shirt? Pink wasn't my style but I had no choice. Since Patricia decided to be nice enough to share her drink with my face, my shirt partook of her generosity and got soaked. My thoughts narrowed to Cyrus but I blocked it out quickly. Instead, I made a mental note of Jake's assignment and tried to think of answers. That was better than thinking Cyrus would willingly date that witch. I could make an excuse to forgive her. ‘Maybe she was only acting this way because she was pent up and Cyrus was holding back on sex’ but no, Patricia had always been a terrible person. School was far from over and I couldn't wait to leave this damn place. The anger and bitterness in my heart after what she'd