Chapter Four: Raw Desire

Amanda POV

I can’t believe the son of a bitch locked me up in here, the initial desire and hunger she felt earlier was soon replaced with blind anger. What kind of sick game was he getting at? Why the hell didn’t she just stay home? What if Marcus starts searching for her? They were supposed to meet up for dinner. He probably tried reaching Layla by now and Layla was terrible at keeping secrets .she must have definitely cracked and told him the truth. Her heart was beating at an uncontrollable rate as the reality of what just happened started to dawn on her. The walls seemed to be closing in on her and the main source of all her problems stood there leaning at the iron clad door that sealed her fate with that dirty smirk on his face.

“What the fuck did you just do!” she screamed at him heading towards the door with a determined stride. He moved out of the way watching her struggle for the door, hitting the prison door with all her might. She had to get out of her, the sirens were getting louder. Through the little Judas window, she could see the security guards out of the prison cell room struggling to break through the doors and the faint sounds of the intercom announcing a security breach.

“Lockdown initiated. All inmates remain in place”

“My, my sweetheart didn’t think you had it in you” Cyrus chuckles, clearly enjoying her state of discomfort.

“Don’t bruise those pretty hands of yours, there is no way out”

“This is a high maximum security prison, any warning of any breach puts the place on lock down for 24 hours”

He walks closer to her, with a menacing stride, the freckles of his grey eyes dancing with mirth and a beat of curiosity.

“You have nowhere else to go and you are stuck here with me”

Amanda’s face freezes with fear but just for a moment before it turned into a deathly glare

“Get me out of here now”!

Cyrus unfazed by the young woman’s threats, walks up to her

“You are stuck with me little one”

“Till you tell me who you are and how the hell you know I’m alive”

Amanda stiffened at that, he knew why she was here. Was this one of his sick games where he manipulated her into saying things he already knew the answers to? She wasn’t going to give him that pleasure. The thought of being locked up with this man for even a second longer was infuriating and pulling at her seams. She couldn’t believe it was the same man she walked in on having the most brutal yet sexual arousing blowjob she had ever seen. The mental image of what she walked in on, a moment ago flashed in her memory, the security guard on her knees while Cyrus used a collar fucking her mouth to oblivion. She was clearly intoxicated because this man was a conniving creep and she didn’t know what the hell he wanted.

“I’m not playing these bloody games with you, get me out of here now”

“Not how this works.” His voice came from right behind her now, his voice like a dark cloak over her entire skin. His presence filling the cramped space

“You came to me”

“You’re not a cop. Definitely not a reporter because you are shitty at lying”

Her spine stiffened “I didn’t_

The words lodged in her throat.

“Lie again,” he growled and “I’ll make sure you will be the next person on her knees”

She turned to face him, their breathing in sync and his eyes daring her to take a step closer, although she was mad as hell. His stare forced her eyes into submission and what was once replaced with fury, burning hot, ready to consume, him in it. Suddenly turned cold.

“What the hell is your problem?!  You asked me to come here” she said finding the courage to walk away from him, her pacing nearly digging a hole to the floor.

Cyrus raised his eyebrows in amusement, finding her frustration enjoyable. The first breath of fresh air he has had in ten years.

“Oh that story again” He walked passed her and laid on the bunk bed that stood at the far end of the room without a care in the world. Like he didn’t just breach a national security system. Like the chaos out of these walls, were nothing more than a nuisance.

“You walk into a prison at nearly midnight” he murmured, “You’re either desperate, stupid or lying.”

Amanda’s face contorts to a look that would make any lesser man, cower but Cyrus was no lesser man. How dare he insinuate she came here for a late night booty call .She only came this late at night because of the hours of security search she had to go through to get in here?

“I am here this late because of the insane security protocols!!!! She yelled at him .

“Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your elders?”

 Amanda scoffed at the use of the term elderly on a man like Cyrus, it was an insult to him. In his late fifties he didn’t look a day over 30 and she was still not being generous enough. She walked up to him, nearly brushing against his legs. Lowering her face down to the bed  to meet his eyes.

“I disrespect elders who chose to behave like children, daddy” She said with a sarcastic tone. The second the word left her lips, she knew it was a mistake.

Cyrus eyes darkened dangerously, the humor long gone from his face. The air in the cell was thick with the scent of sweat and something darker-something primal. He hadn’t moved an inch. The fluorescent lights on cue turned off and replaced with the emergency light bulb. The entire prison was officially on lock down. The intercom’s blaring announcements did nothing to cut the tension. The light emitting from the bulb was dim, barely showing the contours of Amanda’s face. Cyrus wasn’t able to see her gulp in fear, or how her eyes searched for his in the dark, her hands sweaty and her breathe shortened in anticipation of what was going to happen next. What took over her?

She expected rage. What she got was something far worse_ heat. A slow predatory glide of his gaze down her body, lingering.

“Little kids shouldn’t play with dangerous words, princess” he murmured.

It should’ve made her nervous. Instead, it lit something reckless in her chest.

Perhaps it was the fact that being locked up in here sent her at the edge of madness or the way Cyrus eyes hovered hungrily over her entire body. For once she felt rebellious , reckless, daring wanting to see how far she could take him ,how far she could push just to see if he can fulfill the promise of sin in his eyes. She leaned forward, tilting her head mockingly, her eyes challenging him .She didn’t know why but she wanted to be exactly what he saw _a spoiled brat_ that needed to be taught a hard lesson.

“Why not? Am I acting like a spoiled brat, daddy?”

His eyes went black with something that wasn’t just anger, but maddening lust.

He hated being challenged.

The words hung between them, dangerous.

Then his hands was on her waist, yanking her forward.

She gasped-

His mouth crashed down on hers.

This wasn’t like the kisses she had with Marcus, or the past young lovers in her life. Cyrus kiss spoke of his experience, his dominant nature, the swell of his tongue commanding her to give him entrance. His kiss was filled with a primal hunger, like he had been starved and she could barely keep up. It was raw and consumed her every rational thought. His fingers tangled in her hair ,angling her head back as he licked into her mouth, not giving her even a moment to fathom she was kissing her fiancé’s father.

Amanda melted into it.

For one reckless, soul-defining moment_

She kissed him back

And all hell broke loose.