Page 12 of Flames of Ruin

“You haven’t seen bossy yet, princess.” His dark eyes stare into mine and I can feel the hair on my arms stand up as his heated gaze continues to penetrate my own.

He grabs the pill with his other hand. “Open.”

My mind says to fight him on everything, but my body is screaming to let him do whatever he wants.

I open my mouth.

He places the bitter pill on my tongue and grabs the glass of water, bringing it to my lips.

“Drink.”

The cool liquid flows across my tongue and down the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I try not to focus on the fact that he is watching my every move as I swallow the pill down. I can feel his rough thumb gliding across my chin, causing my body to shudder.

“Good girl.”

Concussion or not, I shouldn’t be feeling the heat flourishing low within my stomach, but the way he looks at me could definitely incinerate any woman’s panties.

I’m going to have to tell Miranda that.

My eyes widen and I try to jolt back up out of bed, but the dizziness returns as soon as I do.

“Oh God! I need to call Miranda! I need to let her know I’m okay.”

“I’ve already taken care of that. She knows that you’re safe.”

He must notice that I am swaying because he strides over and catches me before I fall forward. Luckily for me, I land in his arms, bracing myself against his broad chest. Underneath my palm, I can feel his racing heart beating.

My heart begins to pound in my ears and my skin feels hot.

“Please, CiCi, rest,” he whispers as he lowers me back onto the bed, curling my legs up under the soft sheets, and propping pillows all around me like I am a baby and am going to roll off the bed.

It feels as though I am laying on clouds. My eyes begin to betray me and grow heavy.

The last thing I remember before succumbing to dreamland is Drake Reign rubbing my forehead softly, and me calling him a ‘bossy asshole’.

Chapter six

CiCi

The next morning, I wake up in my own bed in mine and Miranda's apartment. Racking my brain, I can not remember getting back home.

Damn, that was some pain medicine.

The black-out curtains are drawn, so the only light peeking in is from the hallway. Sitting at the end of my bed is a shadow illuminated by the soft light.

Even in the dark, I can feel the intensity reverberating off him.

“Stay away from me, CiCi,” he whispers, looking down at his hand twirling that gaudy ring.

It’s a warning. One that I don’t plan on heeding.

Slowly sitting up in bed, the irritation I feel every time I am near him boils inside me, “I swear, you are the most frustrating man! If you want me to stay away from you so badly, why take me to your secret lair?!”

“Keep your fucking voice down,” he growls.

Ignoring him, I raise my voice even higher. “Why are you still here if you don’t want me to be near you? You act like you are liable to kill me at any moment.”

“Knowing me puts a target on your back.”

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