Page 54 of Rivals

My dorm is only so big and I need space. The air is too thick, the feelings are too much. I feel like I’m being torn in half. “I want to be alone, Reign. I can’t trust you.”

“Fuck that.” He storms his way over to me, one of his hands circling behind my back and the other gripping behind my neck.

My body bends to his will, my hands landing on his forearms, and my lips parting when his land on mine. Our kiss is aggressive, a battle of tongues and teeth that he uses to try and prove his point, and I fight back. I don’t stop him. I can’t push him away because as mad as I am, my heart hurts thinking about not having this again. I have to break up with him.

“This isn’t something we break up over, Riley. What I’m doing is to protect you. No one will hurt you ever again.”

I shake my head and step out of his embrace, my arms circling my waist. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Are you going to be with Blade?” he asks, his eyes murderous.

My shoulders shrug. “It’s none of your business.”

Reign grips my face with both hands and I suck in my breath from the fury radiating off of him. “Everything about you is my business. You’re mine. You will never be his. And I will kill any guy who tries to take you away from me.”

He sounds like he’s a fraction away from breaking. The blue in his eyes darkens more while he stares me down, daring me to challenge his claim. It kills me that I can’t. I want to prove him wrong, but my body refuses to cooperate. It just wants him and his touch. The same things I’ve wanted since the first night on the beach at summer camp. I’ve been wrecked, permanently changed, and marked by Reign.

I launch myself into his arms, my legs around his waist, pulling his face to mine for another brutal kiss. I shove all my feelings and doubts and insecurities into the kiss. Purging myself of him. With my legs tightly anchored on his hips, I lift my arms and Reign assists in ripping my sweatshirt off over my head. Our lips barely leave each other. He devours my lips like he knows our time is coming to an end despite how hard he’s fighting it.

Reign takes me down to the bed with him and I’ve already made up my mind. I want this. I want this with him, one last time, one more night of being his. He must have broken my brain along with my heart. He turns and lays my body down on the bed, his fingers hooking in the band of my sweatpants and yanking them down. They fall to the floor and his hands are back, taking down my underwear, and soon I’m naked and he’s towering over me fully dressed.

My eyes skate over him and I reach for his waistband. Reign steps back and I honest to god pout. His lips twist into a devious smile, knowing what he’s doing to me. He unzips his jacket and sets it on the desk chair before lifting his long sleeve t-shirt off next. I’m greeted with his perfect, golden skin stretched over chiseled abs. That damn necklace hangs right between his pectoral muscles, next to his heart. The gold metal gleams under the light mocking me. He rips off his track pants and briefs and tosses them to the side of the bed.

Reign’s fingers gently run over my throat, his thumb stroking my pulse before he pushes me onto my back. My hands automatically find themselves in his hair, while he grips my waist and then my legs, spreading me wide and shoving his thighs between mine, pinning my lower half to the bed. He kisses me hard. Desperate. Our lips tangling once again and our moans fill the air. I let myself touch his shoulders, run along his back, and try to pull him against me. Like this I can pretend that everything is fine. His kissing consumes every thought I have and blocks out the hurt and the truth of what has happened to us. My hips tilt up, grinding against him, and he groans low in his throat.

“You’re going to kill me with your pretty pussy, babe. I’ve been desperate to be inside you the past few days. Needing you to take my cock,” he growls, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance, rubbing it through the folds before pushing inside.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” His back arches, his body straining over mine. My eyes watch his abs flex with each thrust, his arms tightening at my sides. His chain dangles between us, grazing the soft flesh right over my heart. He grabs my hips, yanking me closer and locking eyes with me as he drives his cock deeper into my throbbing pussy.

“Reign,” I moan, trying to take all of him, my body fighting to accommodate his length. My will to run, to stop this completely vanished. I just want him closer, deeper, marking me from the inside as his.

“You’re such a good girl. My puck slut. My everything,” he praises me, his voice thick and filled with lust from how good I’m making him feel.

I can feel my body tightening, my core fluttering while he pounds in and out of me. Our pants fill the air, the sound of our urgent kisses and skin slapping is almost too much to bear. I love this. I am going to miss this when I let him go again.

“Focus on me, babe. Don’t go anywhere in that beautiful brain of yours. This is you and me, and it’s forever.” Reign’s words bring me floating back down, before pitching me back over into an all-consuming burst of pleasure. “Look at me,” he practically growls, his teeth scraping along my jaw and throat. I do though. I look at him. Our gazes collide and the emotion in his eyes that he holds for me sets me off. My core tightens and then I’m pulsing around his thick cock, my heart hammering in my chest.

Reign groans. “Fuck, yes. You’re so perfect, babe. Choke my cock.”

My body responds again to his dirty words, clamping around him when his thrusts become more erratic, his gaze boring into mine. His eyes are wild and determined, the icy blue burning brightly. “You are mine, Riley. I love you.”

I want that. And if we could rewind time maybe it would be enough. Tears spring to my eyes. I instantly come again, and this time, Reign joins me. He comes hard, hot spurts of cum filling me completely. My entire body is limp and warm when we finish. Reign kisses my lips once more before pushing off the bed and walking into my bathroom. Water turns on and a few seconds later, a warm cloth is pressed against my sex. I watch him, moving around, gathering his t-shirt off the floor and helping me into it. He reaches for his briefs and I think this is it. He’s leaving now and tomorrow I have to go back to the reality that we’re done. That he lied. That I don’t trust him.

He surprises me by climbing into bed behind me, curling around my back and his arms holding me close. “You have to leave before I get up,” I tell him. If he continues like this my resolve will weaken and I can’t be that girl who lets her boyfriend walk all over her.

“Sure, babe,” he whispers into my neck, before pressing his lips to the tender skin. I should be happy he agreed, but I can only hear his words in my head as I drift off to sleep. I love you.

Reign

Riley tried her hardest to break up with me. She used her perfect cunt to take me to my knees as a goodbye gift. Even after I came hard inside her and cuddled her to sleep, she was still trying this morning to put an end to us. A chuckle slips past my lips when I read her newest text.

WIFEY: Last night was closure. We can both move on. Good luck to you and Brooklyn.

I scoff at her message, and soon my fingers are flying over the keyboard, texting her back.

ME: Who? You’re the only girl I see. The only one I need. Meet me later. I’ll send you the address.

No way was last night closure. It was an epiphany. My feelings for her slammed into me, knocking me off my feet when I realized my obsession, my need for her had bloomed into something else entirely. I was in love with Riley. Obsessively in love with her. She’s jealous. Which is a good sign for me. Hopefully I can use that to get back into her good graces once this is all over. I’m tired of pretending not to care. Quickly pocketing my phone before she can respond, I head to class.

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