“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 youdown 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’tmatter. 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 mewait. 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.
OhGod.
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.
Puttingmyselfin 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 andjealous. 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.