Page 26 of Reign

I stare at him, unable to stop. He looks sexy as fuck right now, and I’ve missed him so much that I want to punch him in his fucking face for leaving me so long. For being here with her.

“I knew you were coming.” He puts the glass down. “Hilary called to tell me, and there’s also a tracker in your phone.”

Of course, there is. “I’m sorry I lied to her.”

“Are you?” Turning to me, he takes in my appearance with a long look.

“Well, now I know it was a mistake.”

“Oh?”

My lips roll together, and I’ve only noticed how close I’m leaning into him, drawn to him, even though I’m so fucking livid at him. “I wanted to see you…but I can see you’re preoccupied.”

“I’m working.”

Victoria cries out as Beck arches his hips to slam into her. Some of the men standing around tug on their penises. Two women kiss and rub against one another. I quickly turn away, cheeks hot. My eyes connect with Rika’s, who stands across the room staring at us, having stopped sucking off the other man. “And what kind of job is this?”

“Hospitality…” He smirks when I put my eyes back on him. “Of sorts.”

“And that woman you were just with?”

“Why pretend that you don’t know who she is?”

I shrug offhandedly, but my heart’s pounding so hard I can’t think straight. “And allow you to tell me how pathetic I am for sounding jealous?”

“Areyou jealous?”

“Absolutely not,” I say with disgust, and his lips don’t bother hiding his amusement at my blatant lie.

“It seems Bella decided to make amends by sending me her daughter to amuse myself with.”

“And have you? Amused yourself?”

“Would that bother you if I have?” He gives me a long look while I wonder what kind of question that is. He’s playing with me, and I’m fucking falling for it. Going to stand, his hand whips out and captures my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Pedro and his cock.” Surprise flashes across his gaze before it darkens with anger. Tugging me down he fists the back of my hair.

“Nice try, princess.” He glares at me and brings me closer to his face. I pull against his grip, but he only tightens his hold.

“Get off me, you bastard,” I spit venomously at him. “You left me alone for weeks and haven’t contacted me in days. All this time, you’ve been here with her?”

He sighs, dropping his gaze and loosening his grip on my hair. “This is what I do here.”

“What? Seeing how she sucks cock before giving her a go at yours?”

“I’m training her for her new master because I don’t fuckingwanther. I haven’t played here in a very long time.” He has in the past. He’s participated. That’s what he’s saying. The thought of being fucked publicly reminds me of when Blake forced me to go down on him in front of everyone. The pain in my kneecaps, the stickiness of the floor, and the ache in my jaw. The absolute humiliation that Blake made me do it in front of Milton.

Milton sees the sign I’m slipping before I do. Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me into him. “No. Don’t go there. Stay with me.”

“Milton…”

“Nobody can hurt you here. This room is neutral. Friendly.”Some rooms aren’t?

“But I—” I bite my lip, not knowing how to form words, and he frowns questioningly at me. “Is this the kind of thing you expect of me? You want this, right?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Let me show you something.”

Lifting his hand, he motions to a guard I hadn’t realized was lurking in the shadows. He approaches immediately, lowering his head so Milton can murmur a few words into his ear. With a nod, the man walks away.

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