Page 14 of Reign
“Reid, don’t!” He warns, but it’s too late. I grab the prick by his hair and drag my knife across his throat, letting his warm blood coat my hand. As he chokes, I shove his head further down Ryder's length, gagging the motherfucker while Ryder tries to stop me and pull the guy off, but I bring the blade up to his face, digging it into his Adam's apple.
“Cum or you will be next,” I command, using the man's head to slide up and down Ryder's length.
“No, Reid, don’t make me do this!” he begs, and I laugh.
“You did this shit to yourself. Now CUM!” I yell, pressing then pulling the man by his hair up and down his cock.
“I can’t, Reid. I’m too drunk for this!” he cries out when I apply more pressure to his Adam's apple with my blade.
“Should’ve thought of that before you had some piece of shit on his knees for you! You may be mad at me for lying, but this—I’m utterly disgusted with you! How would you feel if I walked my happy ass into that clubhouse and fucked some dude while you watched? How would you feel then?” I ask, and he growls, shoving the guy off of him and slapping the knife from my grip, wrapping his hand around my throat, spinning me around and pressing me against the building.
“I’d fucking kill him. I’d fucking remove his head from his body along with his cock. You’re fucking mine. No one touches what's mine,” he growls, and I smirk.
“Hence why Billy Bob here is dead. I don’t give a fuck if you told me we were done! I don’t give a fuck that you ran! You are my fucking property, and if I ever see another man touch you, I will fucking kill you!” I threaten, and he slams his lips against mine, moaning into my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling at his hair as my tongue swirls around his. He presses his body against me, grinding his hips against my hard cock, and I pull his hair even harder, making him growl into my mouth. I suck his tongue as his hand unbuttons my jeans and zipper, sliding his hand down my length, running his thumb over my leaking tip.
“Fuck, Ry,” I pant.
“I missed you, Reid. I’m so sorry for doing what I just did!” he says, kissing my face and jaw down to my neck, biting into my flesh.
“I’m sorry I lied, Ry. I’m so fucking sorry. I promise never to do it again,” I whimper as his hand strokes my cock, making my legs tremble.
“I love you, Reid. So fucking much, baby,” he confesses, making me want him inside me so fucking bad, but my phone blares and I growl, knowing the ringtone all too well.
“Shit, I have to get it. It’s Dario,” I pant, reaching into my jeans and taking it out as he continues to jerk me faster and faster. Pressing the green button, I bring the phone to my ear.
“What,” I grit
“Get to the Mill now! Jade was attacked! Call O make sure the kids are safe, but get your fucking ass back here!” he screams.
“Wh-what? What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, swatting Ryder's hand from my cock.I cannot focus otherwise!
“Jesus Christ, Spade. Fucking focus for a second! Call O, make sure the kids are safe, then get your ass back here. Our wife was fucking attacked!” he screams again, and my ass is running back to the truck with Ryder on my tail.
“Be there in 10,” I tell him and end the call.
“What the fuck happened?” he asks, handing me my knife back as I slam my fists against the hood of the G-Wagon.
“Call O, make sure the kids are good. Jade was attacked. Let’s roll!” I seethe, getting into the truck and peeling out of the parking lot.Murder is all I fucking see tonight! I hope whoever did this realizes who the fuck they just messed with!
Jameson
Let's go hunting, shall we?
Walking over to the bar, I grab a water bottle and chug it down, emptying the cold liquid and throwing the plastic bottle into the garbage. My vision blurs for a second as I grab onto the bar top to steady myself.
“It’s been awhile.”
“Did you think you could quiet us?”
“Poor Little Boy Blue. He thought he got rid of us.”
I shake my head and work fast at getting the syringes from my bag and plunging them into my neck then chest.
“Jameson. You good, brother?” Dario asks as I take a deep breath.
“I am now, and I’ll be even better once I catch our little wifey.” I grin, and he shakes his head.
“And what? We’re supposed to clean up your mess?” Dario asks, and my grin gets wider.
