𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄

Chapter 55: Hope

Cyrus

After officially getting rid of Henry from our life, I lay beside Lana as we used to when we were younger, In silence while our hands collide, "Are you mad at me?" she breaks the silence.

I frown and glance toward her already staring back at me, "Why would I be mad at you?" I couldn't help but chuckle, "Because I didn't listen and ran after Henry? and that Henry turned out to be my father" She sighed glaring up at the ceiling, "Little mouse why would I be mad about who your father is?" Frowning I sit up and a second later she does too, "He hurt us..."

"Little mouse his actions don't represent you" I crease a strand of hair from her face, and a tear slips while she lays her cheek over my hand.

"It still hurts" She sniffled wiping her nose with the end of her pink oversized sweater.
"Baby don't blame yourself" Nodding she meets my gaze, her eyes dilate as I lick my lips and she follows the motion.

"You were amazing today" she faked a painful laugh that chipped a piece of my heart, "You still have some...um blood on you" She stammered, Sighing I sat up and headed toward her bathroom wiping my hands off and rinsed my face with hot water, blood stains are still all over me, I don't want her to see any blood on me, her tan skin still had a few stains but she washed it off pretty well unlike me I just wanted to comfort her.

"mind if I take a quick shower?" I asked as she walked into the bathroom leaning against the doorframe "Go for it" She smirked. I place a kiss on her cheek before making my way toward her shower, when my eyes dart toward the towel sitting beside the sink.

White towels.

Well, that's unfortunate.

I slipped my vest and shirt covered in blood stains, as expensive as that fucking suit is I'll tare it into pieces just for her not to get triggered by it- when she suddenly I overhear her small steps walk behind me, glancing back I catch her short little ass eyeing me "Sorry I just dont want to be alone" She thinned her lips gesturing if she could stay with me.

I lick my bottom lip with a slight smile on my lips before picking her up by the thighs and sitting her gently down on the counter-

Thats when my eyes landed on her bruised wrist, I couldn't help my frown as I rubbed the purple tint in her skin, she hissed but didn't yank her hand away, "It'll heal" she swallowed.

"I know" But I fucking hate the look of hurt in her eyes, tonight is another traumatic experience for her, and I hate myself for not just storming into that fucking building and killing him myself.

Yet we took the worst plan and caused her more trauma, I glance up at her eyes and catch her staring at my chest, they quickly dart back to my gaze when she notices I caught her staring, "Your too hot not to stare at" she grinned, cupping the back of her neck I drag her toward my lips.

I kissed deeply, yet softly and gently, I wanted to show her how much I love her, how much I fucking need her, and that I'll always be here, her hands trailed my abs causing me to tense beneath her touch, trailing kisses over her neck and jaw she moans as her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back as she rubbed herself on my cock area, groaning I fist the mirror and grind myself over her.

Slowly lifting her sweater to reveal her white panties I rub against her, seeing how soaked she already is, "Oh god" she whimpered dragging the back of my neck into her chest area.

She jerks when I yank my zipper down from my pants- "Cyrus wait" I pull away from her neck, afraid I went too far, when I catch her gazing toward the shower.

"I've never done it in the shower" She slightly smiled, she was nervous, and I couldn't help but get more turned on than I was, I slipped my pants and boxers off revealing my already stiff cock, next goes my shoes while she yanks her sweater above her head and tosses it to the side.