Cyril’s POV
”Use you?” I whispered more to myself than to her, the words still sounded shocking to me! I just gave her a way out and all she had to say was give herself to me?
For a long moment, I only stare at her. . . she is naked, trembling, and yet impossibly defiant.
My ears ring with it, and my blood is pounding in my chest. I should have laughed, mocked her, slammed the door open again, and told her to run before I swallowed her whole. But instead, I stand rooted, furious and completely undone, because I can’t remember the last time anyone ever asked me. . .not begged, not pleaded under fear. . .but asked me to take them.
I carry my gaze over her, and it nearly ruins me. The fire burning in the room clings to her beautiful skin, bathing every curve in golden glow. Her breasts l
