Chapter 11

**Cyrus**

What the fuck did she think she was doing? She couldn’t actually be flirting with another guy. She really had forgotten how things work around here. I would be more than happy to jog her memory. I figured what happened in the closet was enough to remind her who she belonged to. Me. It doesn’t matter if the other guys are done with her. She was always going to belong to me. The other two were stupid for even thinking about giving up on her. They didn’t know what they were losing. Royal was too busy with his stupid political career to care. I wasn’t sure what Saint’s excuse was. Too busy with damn pussy that isn’t half as good as Winter’s. I knew that because I had tried to get her out of my mind. When she left, I went on a binge trying to get her out of my head. I wanted to fuck her out of my system. I couldn’t though. It was useless to even try to fuck her out of my system when she was all I wanted. I wanted to feel her underneath me. It was why I couldn’t hold myself when I heard she was coming back today. I knew I had to follow her and get what I had been missing from her. I had missed those soft moans and her abandoning her ambitions for me. She liked to pretend she didn’t want me, but she did. She always let down her guard around me. Just like our first time.

**Past**

*“What do you want, Cyrus?” She asked like I was actually going to answer her. Most people knew I was mute. Well, selective mute. I did speak one-word phrases, but rarely. It was only if I liked you. That wasn’t really anyone that I liked enough to say more than one word. Not even the guys. They had been the ones who saved me and yet I still didn’t feel comfortable talking around them more than one word. I was a mess. I always have been, but when I was around Winter, I didn’t feel like such a mess. I felt different. It was what caused me to crave being around her even more. Zander was lucky he got the first taste of her, but Royal wasn’t going to get the second. I was.

I shrugged as I pushed passed her into her bedroom. I let myself into her room. I didn’t need her to okay it. She didn’t fight it either. She looked at me confused as she shut the door. “Yeah, make yourself at home.” She told me as she went to go back to what she was doing before I had come in.

I took her words to heart and made myself comfy in her purple fuzzy chair. I had seen it in her room a bunch of times and always wondered if it was comfy. It was. I always thought it was just decorative, but nah, it was actually nice.

“I see you made yourself comfy,” she said coming back and sitting on her bed. “I still don’t know why you are here.” I just looked at her. “I know you don’t talk, but it would be helpful if you did. I would at least know what you want.”

I don’t think she wants to know what I want. What I truly want from her. I knew I had to share her, but a part of me didn’t want to. A part of me wanted her all to myself. I know Zander felt the same way, but he had more control than I did. He cared what his friends thought. I could care less what they thought of me. I was going to stake my claim next.

She sighed. “Well, do you want anything? Like a drink or something?” She got up from the bed and headed to the door. I got up and stopped her. I pushed her back to the bed. “What are you doing?” She asked. I got onto the bed straddling her, my legs pinning her on either side. I knew I was stronger than her. She didn’t do anything but lift those damn books. I worked out hard. I had been the captain of the basketball team for this last year. It was quite impressive for someone who couldn’t speak. Which is why I always had to be on top of my game.

“Cyrus, no stop.” She squealed trying to wiggle out from underneath me, but it was no use. She wasn’t strong enough to move even an inch. I grabbed her hands and put them above her head. Her eyes met mine. The green orbs were full of fear. I loved it. The fear was more vibrant in her eyes.

“Cyrus, please,” she begged. I simply shook my head before leaning in and kissing her lips. She was surprised at first trying to move out from under me, but the longer I kissed her the more she started to relax. She was soon not fighting anymore, but kissing back. I was amazed by that. She had a fire, but it was easy for me to put out even without words.

I deepened the kiss when she started to kiss back, running my tongue against her bottom lip. I wanted in. I wanted a taste of her. All of her.

She opened her mouth letting me in to taste more of her. Her sweetness hits my tongue as I make my way in. I couldn’t hold back the groan that passed my lips. She tasted just as sweet as I thought. I moved my hips against her. I didn’t think my dick could get this hard. I rubbed it against her thigh. She let out a soft whimper her tongue going against mine. She wanted it. She couldn’t deny it anymore. She wanted this just as bad as I did. I bet she was already dripping between her legs. I might not have been able to take her flower, but I was going to enjoy every second of this.*