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“How many beers have you had?”
“That’s my first beer.” I deepened my tone. “I’m not drunk, and I’m not going to change my mind.Listen to me. I want us to be together. For that to happen, I need to do things my way. Can you let me do that? Can you try to be understanding with what I need?”
Reid’s gaze dropped to my chest. To the
R
and
E
that sat a good two inches high. He didn’t answer, he lowered, bringing the knife back up. It settled just over the top of my breast. The pain that followed as he dragged the blade had more sounds leaving me. I winced, caught off guard as Reid dove down, flattening his tongue over the wound. His arm hooked around my waist in desperation,and he dropped the knife as I screamed from the stinging. He immediately lifted me and jerked my panties down, half tearing them as he did. The heat and pain from the friction only added to the fear and arousal at the wild look in my his eyes.
“Fuck, I want you so much it’s driving me crazy. Your father hurt you. Your apprehension is his fault. He did this to us, but we’re going to fix it.”
“I’m going to fix it,” I corrected, trying to drive the point home with my hard stare and tone. “And you’re going to let me. Now pick up that knife and finish. Then, you’re taking me to the bed.Our bed.Do you understand?”
He picked up the knife, his hand trembling worse than before.
“You want me to move back into the room?”
“We’re together now. Do you really think I’d let you stay on the couch? You’re mine, Reid, just like I’m yours. We can’t escape it. I see that now.”
“We can’t. You’re serious about this.” Large gray eyes flashed with longing and vulnerability, disappearing just as fast as fire took over from the pressure of the knife. I cried out from the pain, and I wasn’t even sure if Reid recognized how he mimicked it with his moan.
Had he been like this from the moment I forced us apart? Was his fixation with me a product of years of torment for us not being together?
Guilt over the questions sliced with more agony than the curve of the
D
he was finishing off. I did this. Reid was a product of my love, and where I should have hated myself for turning him so dependent, I could feel my heart grasp to him even stronger through the craze.
“This is right. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Taur, I knew you’d see.”
The blood increased as his fingers pressed over his name, smearing the crimson in lines down my chest. In that moment, it was only us—only the insanity of what we were doing. His lips met mine, and time sped up again as I clung around his neck. He put down the weapon and lifted me to straddle his waist. Darkness took over as I closed my lids through his stumbling steps to the bedroom. He kicked the edge of the sofa. My back was flattened against the wall next to the door frame. I should have been afraid we’d fall…I wasn’t. I was moaning just as loud as he was while I ground my pussy against him. When we entered the space, I could barely get my mind to work.
“Wait.” I wiggled, trying to catch my breath. “I want to undress you. My rules.”
Reid pulled back, a smile appearing as he nodded and eased me down. I grabbed the waistband of his jeans, kissing across his chest as I unbuttoned and unzipped them. My teeth nipped at the defined muscle, and he hissed, looking at me bewildered as I bit brutally hard into the flesh. Fingers pushed into my hair, and the sound that left him only fed what I knew.What I saw.The tools. His own cutting. On some level, Reid needed this. He needed me…forcingthe truth into him. Reid had to physicallyseewhere I stood.
I eased back, lifting my finger to trace the indents as I used my other hand to push down the jeans from his hips. He’d done this to me in the truck when he burned the house down. He’d traced his bite, and now so was I.
“Mine.”
Pain. Hope.Always hope.Even in the dim room, I could see it on his face.
“You promise?”
I leaned forward, hooking my finger in his boxers, nudging them down just a little as I bit not inches from the other marks on his chest.
“God. Fuck, Taur.”
I sucked against him with everything I had. Dark red blossomed under his skin, and I tasted the tinge of blood. I once again dug my nails into the side of his bare hip until he grunted in pain.
“Mine,” I repeated.
Slowly, I lowered to my knees, keeping eye contact. I pushed down his boxers and his pants to his ankles, letting him step out of them. When I grabbed around the base of Reid’s hard cock, he saw my pause. I tried slowing my racing heart and the nausea that came from my past, but it wasn’t easy.
