The force that’s parting my legs and I don’t know… I don’t know why or what he’s doing and…
“R-Reign —”
He shakes his head. “No talking.”
My belly clenches at his rough command. “But what —”
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Just for —”
“Yeah, tonight.” He squeezes my ankle. “Heard you the first time.”
“I —”
“So now you listen to me,” he says, flexing his grip. “You’re done. Talking and making demands. You wanna take the pain away, don’t you?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes.”
“You wanna move on. You wanna end the fucking suffering, yeah?”
“Y-yes.”
His jaw tics. “So then tonight, I make the rules, understand?”
“You hate r-rules.”
“Not the ones that I make.”
“But —”
“Tonight, my word is law. Myrulesare your fucking promise. Your oath. You know why?”
“B-because you’re my boss?”
His eyes glint with arrogance. “Yeah. But also, I’m your Bandit and you’re my Bubblegum.”
My elbows slip and I almost go back down on the bed.
I almost fall.
With shivers. And tremblings. With relief.
That he finally, finally called me by his name. He finally called me what I’ve been wanting him to.
Even though I kept denying it.
I kept fighting with myself.
“So I want you to shut the fuck up and let me do what I want,” he continues, his gaze sharpening. “Okay,Bubblegum?”
I hiccup out a breath. “Uh-huh.”
He licks his lips like a predator who’s getting ready to go in for the kill. “Good girl.”
His raspy praise makes my tummy clench.
Or maybe it could be the fact that in the very next moment, he falls on me.