Page 58 of The Last Time You Break Me

Reggie bit into my throat before he nibbled his way to my ear and bit down on the lobe. He pulled back and took in the bloody-looking rivers that swirled around our feet. “My sweet but psycho, Hellcat. You make your showers into blood baths?” he questioned with a hike of one of his thick brows.

“I like what I like, don’t kink shame me,” I moaned as he ground his cock against my entrance that wept.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he mused. “I have the same showerhead.” He winked at me before he snapped his head down and took a hard and puckered nipple into his mouth and made me cry out from the pain and pleasure of it as he toyed with the rosy tip between his teeth. My pussy spasmed as I purred, head thrashed side to side as I clawed at his shoulders and drew blood.

“Now, Reg. I need you now!”

“So needy,” he whispered as he lined the head of his pierced cock up to my clenched pussy, which was currently rippling around nothing but air. “I love it when your demands sound like begs.” He pushed the head inside of me as my mouth fell open into an O. Just as quickly, he was gone again. “But I love it, even more, when you scream my name. Do it, love. Scream my name and I’ll give you what we both crave at the moment.”

I could feel how deeply my nails had sunk under the layers of his flesh and my cunt soared at the sensation. “Reggie! God Reggie, please! I need you! I need you now!”

“Is that who you pray to when you need me, love? To God?” he asked as he pulled his hips back and thrust into me inone quick and brutal move that had all of the air within my lungs dispelled at once. He reached up, hand wrapped around my throat that trapped the rest of the air hostage and my eyes widened.

Fuck yes, ohfuckyes!

Being here, coated in the promise of blood was a live wire to my clit. It ached and throbbed as it begged for more of him. More of this sinful man doing sinful things to my body. There was something so sensual about the depravity of it all.

It was the wrongness of it that turned me into a slip and slide.

“You worship Reggie now,” he stated, face dark and fierce with those gray eyes that spoke of violence and dominance. It sent my nerves into overdrive. My entire body burned and I thought I would combust with the flames. “When you pray to anyone, you pray to me.” Then he began his assault.

I could not put into words the cosmic energy that exuded between us. He was relentless in his pursuit. It was vicious and wild, but so controlled. It was almost gentle. I knew he was holding back but the feelings it brought made it almost insignificant to however he took me.

Rough and hard or raw and gentle.

It never left a question in my mind as to who I belonged to and who was worshiping me at that very moment.

He gave me the world, stole the air from my lungs and fed it back to me with every kiss. Colors, bright and vibrant, filtered throughout the room, and all I was left with was the feeling of him. It consumed me, filling me completely until all that I knew was Reginald Ramero. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else. All I needed was this red hot ball of fire inside of me. It coiled and spiraled until I was sailing over the precipice and he was thrown over the edge with me.

Our hot breaths mingled as one and added to the stream of hot water. After we came down from our high, Reggie cleanedme and carried me back into the bedroom where he laid me gently down onto the bed. My naked frame was covered in a fluffy towel. He tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind my ear and smiled down at me. “You’re stunning, Lara.” My insides heated at his affection and I blushed, my cheeks turned scarlet.

I reached up to pull him into bed with me when his phone buzzed on the counter, he picked it up and swiped as he brought it to his ear. “Yeah?” he barked, not at all happy with the interruption. His entire body went stiff as his eyes turned dark, so dark, they were almost onyx. “I’ll be there.”

“Reggie, what’s wrong?” I asked as I sat up, he pushed me at the shoulders as he laid me back down and offered me a reassuring smile with a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Nothing, love. Dom wants a word. Go to sleep, I’ll be back soon.”

Then he got dressed and a moment later, he was gone.

Chapter Twenty-One

Reggie

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy

“We found him,” Dom growled down the line. I felt my entire body stiffen as Lara asked me if something was wrong. I hated lying to her but the last thing she needed at the moment was to be stomping around the city wearing the expression of murder on her beautiful face. Not to mention false hope if we were to show up and he wasn’t there. Bastard has eluded us for over a month now.

I dressed, then hurried out of the door to meet the guys out by the garage. We loaded into the decked-out SUVS and hit the road. Dom vibrated in his seat, a look I’ve only ever seen once before on his weary features. The boys weren’t far off from matching his buzzing intensity. I, however, remained calm and stoic in my seat. Tension coiled tightly in my shoulders and my body prepared for what was to come.

“How did Techi find him?” Dylan asked as he bounced his leg up and down in the seat.

“It’s what we pay him for,” Dom growled, not one for small talk. “Be ready. This fucker dies today. We leave him with nothing, no face, no name, and no fucking legacy. He is not Frazier Black’s boy, he is a nobody who we will leave burned to a crisp in the ruins. Understood?”

“Understood,” the boys echoed.

I stared out the window, counting down the seconds until this was over and I could return home to Lara. An hour later, on the outskirts of the city, we pulled off down a beaten path into the woods. The gravel churned under the wheels and growled back at us through the car. We checked our ammo and loaded our weapons. The driver crept slower the closer we got. I reached out a hand, landed it on his shoulder, and halted him from driving any further.

“That’s close enough, we’ll walk from here. He probably has the place rigged.

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