Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,266

the blinding hole of darkness.

“Interesting,” she whispers and meets my gaze. She takes the tumbler from the counter and hands it to me.

I down it in one shot then ask, “Any filtered water around here?”

A burst of a giggle shoots from her throat, and she muffles it with a cough to be serious. “Right. I can help you there. Come with me.”

Gladly.

“I’m looking after your guest, Cade. He needs filtered water,” she says, mocking me on the last few words.

Cade shoots me a look, his brow furrowing. I’m too drunk to read into it, yet I grasp he’s uncertain with my decision.

“I’m Star,” she says while taking my hand and leading me out the back door, around a winding path to the stairs leading to a back verandah. I let go of her hand to hold on to both sides of the railing and hoist my arse up the steps. The sliding door leads us to a kitchen—nothing fancy—where the cupboards are all made of pine wood.

She opens the refrigerator and takes out a bottle of cold water. “Just for you,” she says and smiles. She opens the bottle, hands it to me, and I down it quickly. Star grabs another, and I glug that one down as well, shuddering on the last mouthful from a brain freeze. Star opens and closes drawers in rapid succession before turning and smiling. “Ta-da.” She wiggles a clear plastic bag with white powder. “Is this what athletes prefer?”

“Damn right,” I say and grin.

This shit owns my heart.

Especially today.

A day in November, I do my hardest to forget.

Every year since I was eight years old.

It wasn’t until I discovered cocaine in my late teens that I could get through the day a little easier.

She takes my hand and walks backward, smiling at me with her perfect teeth and red lips. At this point of the night, I mightn’t have full control of my actions, but even so, I recognise her beauty, and she is fucking gorgeous. Star turns and opens the door. When I follow her in, she kicks it shut with her foot, pulls her tank top over her head, then unclasps her bra so her porcelain breasts bounce free.

Fuck, she is beautiful, and there’s no way in hell I’m stopping her. For a moment, I admire the ink on her body—a colourful sleeve on her left arm and swirls in a pattern under her breasts.

She lies on the bed and sprinkles the powder between her perfect teardrop-shaped tits. “It’s up to you now.” She links her fingers behind her head, elbows wide, and waits for me to decide.

I yank my T-shirt over my head, crawl onto the bed and hover over her. I slide her shorts and panties down her shapely legs and toss them aside. Star brings her knees up high, and I press on the inside of her thighs, so I fit comfortably between her legs. When my tongue darts inside her, she inhales a sharp breath as I start licking and flicking, wasting no time getting business done.

Damn, she tastes good, and the sound of her little moans goad me on. I press on her clit, rub while my tongue gets to work between her slit. She bucks a little, and I press down on her stomach. “Easy, Star. I don’t want any spillage.” I keep up with the caressing, torturing her sensually until she grabs my hair and pulls my face away from her sex.

“Okay,” she says in a breathy cry. “I’m done.”

“Done?” I eye the powder between her beautiful tits. Yank my wallet from my back pocket and find a one-hundred-dollar note and a card of little importance. I toss the wallet on the bed, fix the lines, then roll the note and snort the lines on her chest. Leaning back on my knees, I tilt my chin to the ceiling and close my eyes taking a few breaths while the magic begins.

My heart beats hard in my chest like a rock thumping on iron prison bars. The fan above our heads sounds like an engine whirring out a thunderous roar.

Star has a curious expression—her brows are pinched slightly in a frown.

“What?”

“I want you,” she says. Her words are seductive and caress me like velvet skimming over my skin. Her eyes tell me what she wants, her legs open wider inviting and coaxing me into heaven. I locate my wallet in the sheets and pull out a condom. I yank the zipper of my jeans open and