good MC member if he didn’t have that stick shoved so far up his ass.
Saint sighs. “Well, that was fun.”
“Yeah, fun,” Bates grunts. “Now we have to deal with Reign, who wasn’t privy to everything her brother just spilled. Shit, she’s going to be pissed.”
“Yeah, but she’ll deal with it.” I shrug. “It’s not like we’ll give her much of a choice.” She can be as pissed as she wants, but it won't change anything. The sooner she realizes that, the better.
I turn and leave them to it, heading up the stairs to Reign, curious to see where her head is at. The anticipation of her fighting me makes my cock swell in anticipation. I won’t hurt her, but spanking her ass until its red before pinning her down and fucking it sounds like a great way to remind her who calls the shots here.
If I wasn’t such a dick, I might give her a minute to lick her wounds, but I’d rather lick her pussy and fuck the anger out of her than let her build a wall between us.
Using my key, I open her door and frown for a minute when I realize the room is empty until I hear the shower. Stripping out of my clothes, I make my way into the steam-filled bathroom and see Reign sitting on the floor in the middle of the shower, hugging her knees to her chest as the water beats down relentlessly over her.
Even the sight of her distress can’t soften my dick, not with all her slick wet skin on display.
I pull open the door and step inside, but when she doesn’t react, I slide my hands under her armpits and lift her to her feet, turning her into my chest, which is when I see the haunted look in her eyes.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” I tell her, pulling us out of the spray a little.
“Try telling that to the dead girl,” she says as I cup her jaw.
“Reign, that is not your fault.”
“Bullshit. She’s dead because I ran. My ass might be safe here, but anyone unlucky enough to have characteristics similar to me is now on some madman’s hit list. How is that fair, Priest? How am I supposed to live with the knowledge that every moment I’m here with you is a moment he is out there hurting someone else?”
She turns away angrily, but I don’t let her get far, knowing instinctively that she needs an outlet for her rage. I grip her around the throat and spin us, pushing her against the cold tile before slanting my mouth over hers in a brutal kiss.
She shoves at me, but I ignore her protests, lifting one of her legs to hook over my hip. She bites down on my bottom lip, making me growl before she rakes her nails down my back, scoring tracks into my skin, making me hiss with approval.
“That what you need, baby? Do you want to make me hurt? Want me to bleed? I’m right here, have at it, Trouble, but if you’re going to give it, you’d better be prepared to take it,” I warn her, wanting her to fight me, needing this as much as she does.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” she taunts as I glide my cock back and forth over her clit.
“Do your worst. Fuck me, Priest, hurt me,” she urges, reaching up to grip my hair. She yanks hard, making my scalp burn and my cock jerk with approval.
“Patience, Reign, I’m not done playing. I’m in control here, not you,” I scold before thrusting two fingers inside her.
“Ahhh,” she gasps, throwing her head back, connecting with the tile behind her. She either doesn’t feel it or doesn’t care.
I thrust in and out, dipping my head to suck a nipple into my mouth before grazing it with my teeth.
“More,” she demands.
“No, you’ll take what I give you.” I slow my movements, giving her the exact opposite of what she wants and needs. I’m not going to hate fuck her because she somehow thinks she needs punishing for someone else’s deeds.
Seeing her sitting numbly on the shower floor, a shell of the woman I know her to be, just pisses me off. If she thinks I’m going to let her shut down, she has another thing coming. The fastest way to wake her the fuck up is to make her angry. I’ll take her feral and hissing every damn time because it tells me she still has