“He took you,” he rasps, his one hand in my hair messing up my braid, and the other on my waist, pulling at my dress.
I grip his hair too, pull on his suit jacket. “No, he didn’t. He just —”
He kisses me then, stealing my words. “He took you in a room.”
“J-just to talk.”
“He locked the fucking door.”
“He did?”
“Yeah. Fucking asshole,” he growls, his fingers pinching and tugging.
“H-how do you know?”
“I checked.”
“Reign!” I say, exasperatedly.
“What, you didn’t think I’d leave you alone with him, did you? He made you cry the last time you were alone with him.”
“But that still doesn’t mean that you could follow me. You followed me, didn’t you? Youfollowedme.”
“Yeah, I fucking followed you. Like that’s news. I always follow you. I always stalk you. I stalk the fucking shit out of you and you know that.”
God, this guy.
I clench my eyes shut for a second and just make a fist out of his hair.
Then, “My parents are here, do you realize that? My parents are righthere, Reign. What if they saw you follow me? They already hate you. They’re —”
“Fuck your parents,” he says, leaning closer to me. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”
I don’t think this is the time to remind him that he’s the one who wants me to go back to Lucas.
He’s the one who thinks Lucas is the right choice for me.
Shaking my head at him, I say, “I was fine. I promise. We just talked. He didn’t do anything.”
Not completely true but whatever.
“Unless you wanted to be alone with him,” he says, completely ignoring me, his voice low but abraded.
“What?”
And then that storm inside of him escalates.
This madness that’s thrumming under his dense muscles and solid body jacks up.
“You finally realized it, didn’t you? You finally fuckingrealized.”
I grip him tighter. “Realized what?”
He licks his split lip. “That you miss him so much that you can’t be away from him anymore.”
“What, no. Reign —”
“That you can’t be mine because you’rehis.”