Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
By here, he means my pussy.
He shows me that.
He thrusts his pelvis into me, jams his muscular thigh between my legs and rubs on it.
And the horny girl I am, I hump on it.
I hump my swollen, charged-up pussy on his thigh like I can’t get enough.
But he hates that.
He hates that I haven’t answered him yet, and so to punish me he lets go of my tit and goes for my waist. He grabs it and makes me stop, leaves me all hungry and starving.
“Answer me,” he growls, his violent words now spilling down my throat like lemonade. “Did he ever get to touch your pink pussy?”
“O-once.” His brows snap together and I hasten to explain, “Over my clothes. We were… We were making out and he just… put his hand down there but I stopped him. I-I told him that I couldn’t —”
“Never heard that story,” he says all casual like, softly. “And good thing too, isn’t it, baby?”
“Reign, please.”
“Tell me why.”
“Reign —”
“Tell me why, Echo. Tell me what I would’ve done, if I’d heard that story before.”
“You would’ve…” I bite my lip and he comes for it, biting it himself, making me moan again. “You would’ve killed him.”
My answer amuses him, his lips twitching. “I was thinking more along the lines of cutting his arm off and throwing it in the trash for touching you down fucking there. But this works too. This is even better.” A soft kiss now. “Good girl.”
And it makes me so fucking horny and needy and oh my God, so crazy in love with him that I whine, “Please Reign. It doesn’t matter now. It doesn’t matter. You have me. You got me. You got my pussy first and —”
“You told him your name.”
“What?”
“That first night you met him. He asked you your name and you gave it to him. Just like that.”
“The night when you gave me the anklet?”
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, his jaw ticking, his fingers wreaking havoc on my dress, my braid. “You fucking gave him your name like it belonged to him. But not to me.”
“Not to you?”
He licks his lips again, his eyes all wild. “Yeah. You made me wait. You made me fucking wait till the end. You wouldn’t tell me what your name was and I was fucking dying inside. It was ruining me, wrecking me by the second, that you wouldn’t. That I didn’t know the name of the pink little Bubblegum who took my breath away.”
Oh.
Oh God.
I remember that. I remember that he kept asking and asking and I kept refusing to tell him.
I didn’t tell him until the end.
And yes, I do remember that I gave my name to Lucas easily.
But not because it belonged to Lucas, like he thinks, no. But because giving it to Reign felt like giving it away. Handing it over. Putting it in his possession.
Putting myself in his possession.
Forever.
And that scared me.
Everything about him scared me back then. All the feelings that he invoked in me, right from the first moment. All these emotions. These butterflies and goosebumps.
This intense pull that wouldn’t let me walk away from him.
From that mysterious boy who wore a black hoodie in summer and came out of nowhere.
That boy who’s grown into the man I love.
Protective and possessive and jealous. And so so adorable to me.
So then there’s only one thing to do.
To make up for what I did. For all the fears I had.
I kiss him.
I kiss him and kiss him, sedate him with my mouth. Like he has done in the past with me.
Making me forget where I am and what’s coming.
And when he’s all loose, I push him back and come down on my knees.
All before he can even figure out what happened.
When my hands go up to his belt though, he jerks. “What the —”
I look up at him, still working on his belt. “I was scared.”
“What?”
“To give you my name. To give you even a little piece of me because I knew that if I did it would belong to you. Forever.” His face flickers with a possessive look that steals my breath but I keep going, “But I’m not scared anymore. I’m fearless. And free. And yours.”
Aren’t I?
I am free now. I am fearless.
I’ve left everything behind. I’ve cut all the ties that were keeping me from him.
And just like the other night when he came for me, I feel relieved and at peace.
I feel like this is where I belong.
At his feet, on my knees.
Loving him.
I feel his abs going tight under his black dress shirt. “Echo —”
“I was worried,” I tell him, un-looping his belt, opening the button of his dress pants. “When he took me. I knew you’d be in pain. I knew that you’d be going crazy over here. And so I’m making you feel better.”