“If I reach under those little shorts, pull your panties to the side, and thrust two fingers into your pussy, what will I find?”
It’s as if someone doused me with fuel, igniting a fire.
If I was blushing before then his dirty words have me all crimson now. The bottom of my stomach contracts with wicked anticipation.
Logically, I know I need to stop him, but I can’t fight the need to know more, to dig more.
Just more.
“So? What will I find, Reina?”
The whisper of my name out of his mouth isn’t just a name. It’s a promise. A damnation. A sinister journey that pulls me closer, refusing to let me go.
Who knew my damn name could have this effect?
His hand slides from my waist to the space where my shorts meet my thighs. I suck in a breath through my teeth at the feel of his fingers disappearing under the fabric.
His thumb and forefinger grip my chin as he murmurs, “Will I find you wet?”
I bite my lower lip to stop the voice that’s trying to escape.
And yes, I’m totally wet. My thighs have been slick with arousal since the moment he caught me against his half-naked body.
“I guess I have to find out on my own.” His hand stops between my thighs. I might have parted them, hoping for more friction or something.
Anything.
“I’m not stupid enough to think you’ve been saving yourself for me, but I want to know.” His voice drops to a dangerous range that feeds the goosebumps on my arms.
I throw him a curious glance as I fight the symphony of feelings going through me. That’s all I can do when I’m with him.
Feel.
And sometimes, like right now, it’s too much. Everything is crashing down on me from every side.
“Who did you give it up to?” The lust is still there, but something a lot more frightening lurks underneath.
“W-what?”
“Your virginity, prom queen. Who took it?”
Prom queen.
It’s the first time he’s called me that. It’s usually monster this or monster that.
I focus back on his question. Isn’t he my fiancé since I was ten or something? He should have been my first, no?
I watch him closely, his broad shoulders and sculpted face, the way his body angles toward mine both in menace and in something else.
If I had this man, I wouldn’t think about cheating on him.
But then again, Old Reina and I don’t think the same. Maybe she wasn’t as hung up on Asher as I am. In that case, we totally need to talk so she can give me pointers on how to pull myself out of his spell.
“Was it Jason?” he continues in that cool, threatening tone. “Someone on the team? Or wait…” He looks me up and down. “Did you pull a ‘fuck you’ card and give it to Owen or Sebastian? Maybe both at the same time?”
I pull my fist back and slam it into his chest. It’s hard enough that he stumbles backward, putting much-needed space between us.
Pressure builds behind my eyes, but I refuse to let him see that.