Page 31 of Vengeful Reign

He stops me with his hands cupping my face and stares down at me. “No, you’re not doing any of that. We’ll take them all. We have the luggage for a reason. You look tired, beautiful. You should get some sleep.”

“Thanks for telling me I look like shit.”

He chuckles, and the sound shocks my system, vibrating through my womanly parts. Why the hell is he so damn sexy? “I didn’t say that, sugar. What I said is you need to get some rest. We will be leaving in the morning and he’s ready to go to sleep, so I think it’s best if we all lie down.” His hand rests on my hip, giving it a squeeze, and I swear I can feel it in every part of my body. I look up in his eyes, and I wonder where he plans to sleep tonight. “Do you think you’ll be safe in that room tonight?” he asks me. “Do you sleep in there with him?”

“He’s fine. I close the door and leave the light on just in case he gets frightened.”

“Okay. Well, then, let’s get you ready for bed.”

“I can get myself ready for bed. I’m a big girl. Are you guys going to be okay?”

“I think we can handle ourselves.”

He walks me toward the bedroom and leans down, pressing his lips to my cheek. “Get some sleep.”

“So damn bossy,” I remark with more sass than I mean to give off.

“I am. Now get to bed.” He taps my ass, and my body bursts with unfulfilled need.

“Careful there, mister.”

“Good night, beautiful.”

“Good night.” He smirks at me and then I head into my room alone, closing the door behind me, doing my best not to invite him in. I don’t know what’s come over me; maybe it’s the fact that he’s insanely gorgeous and enticingly hot, but I want him to take me into his arms and make love to me all night long. It’s crazy because I know exactly the kind of man he is, and tomorrow he’ll take control of my life completely, dragging me back to my father and to his—a place I swore I’d never go back to. Shaking off the stupid, lustful thoughts and the fears about tomorrow, I focus on tonight and how much I want to get some sleep.

Stripping out of my clothes, I head into my bathroom and turn on my shower because for the first time in a while, I can take a peaceful shower knowing that John has someone to watch over him. With a sigh, I let the water sluice over my body and let my muscles relax by closing my eyes and enjoying the peace. I don’t know how long I’m in there, but suddenly my shower is interrupted by the cries coming from the other room. I knew it wouldn’t last, quickly throwing a towel around my body and another on my hair.

I rush out of the bathroom and down the hall to John’s room.

“What the fuck? I got him. Get the fuck back in your room and put some clothes on before I have to kill someone.” I realize that both he and his men are there trying to calm John down who had woken up.

I quickly rushed back to change into my pajamas and came back out to check on John. Jack’s eyes are on me just as he closes the bedroom door again. “He’s fine. He’s asleep now. You, on the other hand, need a spanking, young lady.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“The hell I wouldn’t.” He stalks toward me, and I move backwards, my back hitting the wall until there’s nothing separating us except for clothes. He clicks his tongue against his teeth. “What am I going to do with you? Running out of the room practically naked, soaking wet with a towel barely covering your fucking pussy, tits bouncing with every step. Looking absolutely fuckable.”

I look down like a fool and notice that his cock has made a stiff impression on his slacks, begging to get out of his zipper. The damn thing must be like a bat in there. “Not my problem.”

“You’re going to help me with my problem when I strip you out of these poor excuses for pajamas and fuck the shit out of you until you’re screaming my name and we wake John up again.” I swallow hard. Feeling bold, I reach out and brush my hand along his chest, grateful that he lost his suit jacket so that he’s only wearing his dress shirt.

“I’m a virgin.”

“Excuse me?”

“Jeremy was my first boyfriend since I moved here. Well, technically, my first boyfriend ever, and I wasn’t quite ready.”

“Fuck, you’re such a surprise,” he answers with a chuckle. “It’s time for bed.”

He waits for me to get under the covers before he turns off the lights and walks out of the room.

Chapter Twelve

Jack

I decide to sleep on the sofa because I want to keep a watchful eye on both of them, but I send my men to a hotel. They can check out of their rooms in the morning. The damn sofa looks comfortable for someone who is five feet tall, not someone who’s six two and two hundred pounds. Still, every sound sends me out of my sleep and with my blades ready to defend them.

Unable to sleep, I go to check on them at six in the morning. John is still in a deep slumber, so I’m off to the sexy little felon in the next room. My runaway almost-bride is lying on her back, her pajama top rising to show her flat belly, and my dick hardens painfully.

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