Chapter 8
REGGIE
Jesus Christ.
She’s on her knees between another woman’s thighs, and I’m the one who can’t breathe. Her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her lips slick and shining as she devours the girl like she was born for it.
And she doesn’t look away. Not once.
Green eyes locked on mine, daring me. Mocking me. Owning me.
I shift in my chair, cock straining against my trousers, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles burn. I’ve fucked women in every way a man can think of. I’ve shared them, broken them, ruined them. But I’ve never once sat back and let one make me feel like this.
Like prey.
“Christ above, Bella,” I mutter under my breath, my Irish accent rougher than gravel.
She moans into the girl’s cunt, louder this time, like she heard me, and my whole body goes tight, ready to snap.
Bella King is poison. Fire. Mine.
And if she thinks this little show is going to scare me off? She’s dead wrong.
It just means when I finally drag her out of here, I’m going to make sure she never forgets who she belongs to.
The chair crashes against the wall as I stand and storm over to the bed.
“Enough. You’re done here,” I grit out.
She wiggles her ass in the air in response. So I slap it, hard.
“I said, you’re done. Now move before I drag you out of here myself.”
Reluctantly she sits up and turns to face me. As she wipes her mouth, a grin spreads across her lips.
“I take it my husband sent you to collect me? Tell him he can come and get me himself.”
She looks me up and down and runs her tongue along her lips.
“And tell him about tonight. I’m sure he’d love to know what a nightmare his future wife is.”
I chuckle, returning her glare. Tilting my head, I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She’s defiant, but deep down, she’s scared.
Drago was right; I think she is lost. Well, not anymore.
“No need to pass any messages along, Princess. You’re staring right at your husband now.”
Her mouth drops open and she shuffles back.
“W-what? You’re Reggie?” she says almost in disbelief.
“Yep. One and only. Pleasure to finally meet you.” I arch a brow.
She scowls at me, and it only makes my cock pulse harder. God, I’d love to press her head into the mattress and spank her over and over. My fists clench just thinking about it.
“I mean, you’re way hotter than I anticipated. But, I’m still not leaving with you,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
I pull out my gun from its holster under my jacket and point it right at my fiancée.
I glance at the other girl, who is quietly getting her dignity together. She locks eyes with me, looking like she’s seen a ghost. She runs so fast to the door she almost trips up.
“Bye,” I call out as she rips open the door.
“You can’t shoot me,” Bella seethes.
I nod slowly.
“I can’t kill you,” I correct her.
She frowns, and it’s kind of cute. She clambers off the bed and rushes towards her purse on the floor.
I’m kind of relieved when she pulls out a cell and not a gun. Because from what I’ve seen and heard, she will fucking shoot me.
“Who you calling? Huh? No one is coming to your rescue now.”
Her eyes flash with hurt and I take a step forward, putting my gun away.
“Look, Bella. I’ve come all this way for you. There is no way out of this, so how about we make a deal?”
“A deal?” She looks up at me and my heart fucking stutters.
“Yes. You come back with me and my associate now. Quietly. And in return, I’ll make this marriage as easy as possible for you.”
I have no idea why I’m saying this. But my usual brutish tactics ain’t gonna work on her. She’s grown up in the mafia.
“Easy? In what way?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know, Princess. We can discuss it when we’re home. I ain’t done this before.”
She sighs and shoves her phone back in her purse.
“I don’t want to marry you, Irish.”
I press my palm against my heart.
“Ouch. Your words. They hurt.”
She giggles and I grin.
“Look. I’m not particularly fond of the idea either. We gotta do what we gotta do to stay alive.” I hold out my hand to her, trying to forge a truce.
I feel like one wrong move by me and I’m back to square one, and I don’t have the tolerance to be defied at every turn. I just need her to marry me. Keep the Quinns happy. Keep my brother safe. That’s it.
She places her hand in mine and sparks shoot up my arm.
“You know, Irish, I’m going to make your life hell.” She looks up at me with the prettiest smile.
I nod.
“I gathered that, Bella.” I lean in. “Just don’t forget that I can repay that favor tenfold,” I whisper, and she shivers against me.
“Now, let’s get out of here.”
I pull her hand and walk us towards the door. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Drago shoots me a smirk, looking at our hands together and I shake my head.
“Bella, Drago. Drago, Bella,” I grunt.
They smile at each other but don’t exchange a word. Oh, now she decides she isn’t chatty.