Page 77 of Revolt

“Reign,” I warn, advancing on her, needing her to shut up and listen.

“Seriously, it’s okay. Just because we’re fucking doesn’t—” I slam my fist next to her head, watching her jump as I cover her mouth and get in her face.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me, Reign Harrow. I have never been on a date, but if I were ever to go on one, it would be with you. I was simply distracted by work and didn’t choose my words correctly, but understand me when I say this. You do not need to take me on a date for me to be yours. I already am.”

Her eyes widen and her chest heaves, pressing against mine as my heart races, and I wonder if she can feel it. “Do you understand me, Reign? Nod.”

She nods slowly, and I peel my hand away. She licks her lips but doesn’t protest or move away. “You’re kind of intense, you know that?”

“For you,” I reply without shame. “Now, Reign, let’s get one thing clear. A date is important to you, yes?”

“Yes,” she replies shyly.

“Then we’ll go on them every single day. Make no mistake Reign, we are . . . dating. We are so much more, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t be comfortable with that yet. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Raffiel is correct when he says to be careful about what you ask of me, because I would deny you nothing. You want me out in public, then I’m there, even if I hate it. I am not a civilized man, Reign. I never have been. I’m a killer, a trained professional, and I can’t change that, but I’ll try for you. You want a date, then we’ll go on one.”

Her eyes roll up to mine, so big and innocent for a moment, and her soft skin rubs against mine. I know I should walk away because the blood that covers my soul should never touch this angel, but I would drop to my knees right here and now and beg her to never leave me, despite the fact that I’m a monster and I don’t deserve her. She has ruined me. I can’t go back to who I used to be. I feel everything in her presence. She brought me back to life, and if she walks away, I will never recover.

Reign Harrow is my salvation and my heart, and the fear of losing that leaves me breathless. Her words could be weapons for the way I wait for them to fall. I don’t regret many things in my life, but I would regret losing her.

“Okay.” She smiles and it’s bright. “I like you being mine. No matter what you think of yourself, Dal, I like you. I like who you are. I’m not afraid of that. I’m also not dumb. I can imagine the things you’ve done and what you’ve seen, but it won’t stop me. I can’t let you go.”

“Good, because I won’t let you.” It should scare her, but she grins wider, sliding her hands into my hair and tugging me close.

She’s the only person I will let touch me.

She’s the only person to ever see past what I’m capable of.

I wonder if she knows this killer’s heart is hers. Wherever Reign Harrow goes, I will too. Never in my life have I followed another so willingly into destruction—not even Raffiel. Before her, there was just killing, but now I have her.

If she wants dates, then she will drown in them.

If she wants to rip out my heart and serve it on a platter, then she can have it. If she wants my soul, even dirty and stained, she can take it. I will give her whatever she wants as long as she keeps looking at me like she is now.

Like I’m hers.

Like I’m enough.

THIRTY-FIVE

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten ready for a date. Tucker and I went on many, but they were usually very public affairs, and more often than not, they were set up for the paparazzi. This is real, and I’m a little nervous, which is silly since I practically live with the guys and have already slept and bonded with them, but dating is so . . . formal. It’s a huge step for me, since I never thought I wanted to be here again, giving someone the power to hurt me.

Raff Jr. barks happily as he chews on one of my expensive heels, watching me struggle.

Peering into my closet, I gnaw on my lip. Raffiel told me what time to get ready and that they would sort out the details. Usually, I use my name to get us in somewhere, so it’s kind of nice not to have to think about it. They are taking care of me, which they seem to love doing, but it also means I have no idea what to wear.

The shelves overflow with dresses and pants, yet I’m standing in my black lace thong and bra, completely unsure. I’m always so confident, especially now, but they leave me like this, raw and unsure. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but I guess only time will tell.

“Raff?” When there’s no answer, I stick my head out. “Dal? Cil? Astro?”

Nothing. Fuck.

I’m just stepping out of the closet when Cillian walks in. He grins when he sees me. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m good with that look, baby, but we don’t like to share, so may I suggest clothes?”

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going so I know what to wear?” I prop my hand on my hip as I pout at him.

“Nope, that face doesn’t work on me, beautiful.” He chuckles. “And I’m not telling. We worked hard on this. You will look beautiful in whatever you wear, but I would suggest a nice dress.”

“Thank you!” I rush to him and kiss him softly, only for him to grip my hip and deepen the kiss. His hand slides low, gripping my ass and pulling me to him. I grip his shoulders as his other hand tunnels into my hair. He dominates my mouth before suddenly pulling back. He’s breathing heavily as he grins, leaving me blinking and shaking.

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