Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,148

around us crackles and pops. His fingers dig into my hip as he pulls me closer to him, our lips inching so close I can smell the whiskey on his breath. But that only turns me on even more.

I lick my lips as he grips my hair tightly, not seeming to be able to control himself, and he yanks me forward, our lips slamming together. The second our lips connect, my body erupts in an insatiable heat. My entire being exploding like the Fourth of July. I never knew simply kissing someone could be such a fucking rush. His tongue slides into my mouth, dancing a beautiful rhythm with mine as he pushes me back into the porch swing. I moan into his mouth, needing more of him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him to me more forcefully.

His kiss is strong, demanding, powerful—but so, so passionate.

I’ve never been kissed like this in my life. Not by King, not by the rocker, Rush, not by any one of the many men who have been in my bed over the years. Hunter McHale rules them all. And right now, I want him to reign over me.

I pull back, panting with heavy breaths, our eyes locking on each other.

A slow smile creeps up his face. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first night I saw you.”

“For a moment, just a moment, I forgot. I forgot my heart is hurting. Hunter, please, help me keep forgetting,” I plead, my hands gripping onto his shirt.

His eyebrows furrow as he exhales. “Sav, I don’t think we should do anything tonight. That would be me taking advantage—”

“You’re not taking advantage. I’m asking you to help me forget. Hunter, please, if you want this to work, you have to help me with this… please!”

“Savanah, if I fuck you, it means something to me. You and me, this union of our families, it’s important.”

“I know, but tonight, can’t we just put all that aside and just be Savanah and Hunter. Not heirs to our parents’ damn thrones?”

A low growl reverbs from his chest like he’s either annoyed or turned on. I can’t tell which, but he stands from the porch swing, pulling me with him. “C’mon.”

I throw the blanket down on the seat, taking his hand as he leads me toward the rear door of the house. As we walk in, Christian and my father are talking to the minister—I assume about the funeral arrangements. My head hangs low, but Hunter pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around me, and ushers me to the front door. We head out, and Hunter leads me to his car. Tension grows in the pit of my stomach as he opens the passenger door for me. “Get in, Savanah.” His tone is full of authority but also completely filled with lust.

“So bossy,” I tease.

“Get. In. The. Car. Now!” he demands again.

I smirk, turning and sliding into the seat. My panties already soaking wet from our back and forth.

Hunter rushes around to the driver’s side as I close my door, hops in, and starts the car before I can even do up my seatbelt. “Where are we going?”

“Not fucking far. I can’t wait that long.” He pulls out onto the street at breakneck speed. I bite down on my bottom lip. The adrenaline surging through my veins is only fueling my desire. My hand slides out, gliding over his thigh. Hunter tenses, I see the tenting in his pants, and I can’t help myself as my fingers slide into his crotch.

“Savanah,” he warns, but I don’t stop. My palm presses down on his length, which is rock hard beneath my fingers. My breathing quickens as he slams down harder on the accelerator. “Jesus Christ.”

“Pull over!” I murmur.

Hunter’s eyes turn to meet mine. For the briefest of moments, they lock, and I see the animalistic hunger staring back at me. Then he faces back to the road, turning dramatically down an abandoned side street. He slams the breaks on, pulling the car to a stop, and turns off the ignition. “Get out!”

I smile wide, frantically undoing my seatbelt, and rush, meeting him at the hood of the car.

“Hunter, I want you. I want you to fuck me… and I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

He pushes me up against the hood, my ass smacks against it hard, and a small “oomph” escapes my mouth. A slow smile creeps up his face as Hunter pins my hands to the