"I didn't have to sink for me to be yours."



17

I swallowed my fear, my voice steady as I said, "You first."

His piercing blue eyes shimmered with desire, the admiration in them as palpable as the heavy scent of spilled blood. The defiance in his gaze was unmistakable, yet Reign smirked, unfazed, and made his way to the bed. He adjusted his dress pants with a practiced movement before settling carefully on the edge.

While resting his elbows on his thighs — he didn't dare take his sights off mine. A small desire to be a little reckless arises, it was as if at a snap of a finger, my mental changes for him. I walked over untying the belt on my robe, I was freshly out the shower. The soft material just about covered my nipples, leaving only my black thong to show.

The space between his legs inviting me in, I let my hands rest on his broad shoulders then I whispered, "You've hurt me, made me feel unimaginable pain .. but somehow your the most dangerous drug I know that has blue eyes and a heart beat." I straddled his lap as I gently squeezed his shoulders, massaging him.

Have you ever seen hell in someone's eyes and like it anyway? It pulls you in, even though it's not good for you but that what makes it captivating. Call it what you want, blind or even hypnotised.

"Show me the side of you that you don't show anyone else." I spoke against the plumpness of his lips, feeling his breath hit mine.

Reign charmingly smiled not saying a word, removing my robe fully until it hit the floor. He softly kissed the tops of my breasts, making his way up my neck leaving his trails behind. I relaxed spreading my thighs, my covered sex sat on top of his growing erection.

Those hands ran down my back, before bunching up my panties in his hand. I moaned out in surprise, he continued his assault on my neck, giving it one last bite.

He effortlessly stood up with me still in his arms, our lips just barley touching he looked me in the eye and whispered, "Ami, once you willingly stand beside me, drowning in my world, I promise you, you'll never want to escape.."

His arms fell making me bounce onto the bed, I lay back daringly wanting his next move. I started to caressed my own body, rubbing my hard nipples between my fingers. An arch in my back formed from being impatient, I desperately wanted to be touch by him. How sinful is that, after everything he's done.

"Show it to me." Those words so heavy, I knew what he meant. He reached for his belt undoing the buckle then unbuttoning his shirt.

I shakily reached for the sides of my panties sliding them down my legs, before I could get them off fully Reign moved me to the middle of the bed, ripping my soaked panties in half, leaving me bare for him.

His hands went to grab the back of my thighs as he stuck his tongue out a little to suck on my nipple. I threw my head back in love with the feeling.

I softly whimpered when I felt his teeth bite down then eventually sucking the pain away. Reign moved to the other showing them equal attention. My core is now at a tremendous overflow.

He pressed the softness of his perfectly plump lips onto my skin, leaving trails leading to my core. The palm of his hand reached out to cover my mouth and slightly tilt my head back.

Reign thrusted his tongue between my soaked folds, the instant feeling pulling me into a longing trance. I moaned out when he stayed there letting his tongue loosely flick my clit before sucking it whole in his mouth.

"Please.." I arched my back off the bed, spreading my thighs open. He hands went to grab my ass from under, squeezing the flesh as he went faster. My fingers gripped onto the sheets beneath me.

Replacing his tongue with his two digits, he thrusted them into me moving at a slow pace making sure I feel it all. I cried with pleasure, as I feel myself getting stretched out. After a few more pumps he gathered more moisture, before sucking them off his fingers. Not once breaking any eye contact, I was hornier then ever.

I'm sure my clit has doubled in sized.

Hovering back over me, he pressed his plump lips against mine, "Taste how greedy your pussy is," I opened my mouth, let him stuff his two fingers in my mouth. I flicked my tongue in between his tattooed fingers.

He continued, "even after you defying me, I'll make you cum hard enough for you to always remember." He retraced his digits, then smashed his lips against, thrusting his tongue to reach mine.

That's when he plunged deeply into me, I moaned out into his mouth, freezing up. "Reign.." I whimpered. He pulled out, just to tease with only his engorged tip before finally moving in and out, sending me to feel great pleasure.

Excuse me for minding all his physical and mental hurt. The fact I'm pregnant changes everything, I guess you can say I'm confused. The first night I met Reign, I was filled with desire but I just didn't know how fucked up he really was.

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"I'm ready," I whispered as Reign came out the bathroom. Tonight was auction night, I'm a little anxious since I don't know what to expect, probably a bunch of wealthy entitled people. I ran my hand nervously over my stomach to remember there's a baby in here.

I slipped my arm through his, and together we made our way down the steps into the space where the auction was being held. The room buzzed with dark energy, a sea of classic black and white suits, the air thick with whispers and the clink of glasses. We were flanked by a guard, who walked alongside us with a duffel bag in hand.

As we approached the center of the room, Roscoe came into view, flanked by an unfamiliar man. "Sister-in-law," he greeted me with a sly smirk.

The guard stepped forward, dropping the duffel bag at the stranger's feet. The man bent down, unzipping it, and the contents were revealed—stacks of crisp blue hundred-dollar bills. My eyes widened at the sight. That was a lot of money.

He picked up the bag, reaching out to shake Reign's hand, but Reign remained stone-faced, unmoving, like a statue. The man hesitated, his outstretched hand slowly retracting, before he awkwardly turned and walked away with the bag still in hand.

Roscoe leaned in, murmuring something to Reign in Russian. The tension between them was palpable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was witnessing something much deeper than I understood.

"Ami, I have to tend to some business. Roscoe here will keep you company." He kissed my forehead before giving Roscoe a warning eye then walking off not giving me the chance to respond.

"W-where's Amaya?" I lowly asked as we begun walking to our seats.

"Her mother is in town." He shortly responded as he shook the hand of guests.

"Roscoe Gusev, how are ya? And who is the new arm candy?" One of the men asked, his eyes scanning me before his hand casually reached out to settle on my waist as if it were a greeting.

Roscoe's demeanor shifted in an instant, his eyes narrowing as he turned slightly toward the man. "Careful, Trent," he warned, his voice low but laced with authority.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt Trent's grip tighten on my waist, a little too familiar, a little too bold. He held me for just a moment longer than necessary before letting go, a daring smirk curling on his lips as he locked eyes with Roscoe. The tension in the air thickened, and I couldn't help but feel a subtle, unspoken warning hang between them, one I wasn't sure I was ready to understand.

Our guard whispered in Trent's ear, and instantly his face drained of color. He froze, fear overtaking him. Roscoe stared him down, waiting, while my eyes shifted nervously between them.

"Listen, Rosc—" Trent stuttered, trying to plead his case, but before he could finish, the guard yanked him out of the room, his screams echoing through the space. All eyes turned toward the commotion.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from the balcony, where Reign stood, scotch in hand. He lifted his drink in a silent toast toward me before turning to walk away. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I swallowed hard at knot tightening in my stomach. Something about tonight felt off

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