Chapter 41
REGGIE
She straddles me like she’s winning a war she doesn’t understand.
Her hands find my shoulders, her body pressing close, and all I can think about is how goddamn good she feels. How she always smells like sin.
She moves again, slow, testing me. My jaw flexes.
“Jesus, Bella,” I mutter, one hand clamping around her throat. “You really don’t listen, do you?”
Her grin is pure trouble. “I’m just doing exactly what you said.”
I pull her towards me and crush my mouth to hers.
The kiss isn’t gentle, not even close; it’s a collision. A fight for control I never planned to lose. Her nails scrape my neck, and I swallow her gasp like a reward.
She tastes like sweet cocktails and defiance.
And I’m already addicted.
Bella King is mine.
My hands find her hips, dragging her against me until her breath hitches, her body trembling with every shift.
“I need to get you home, Princess,” I rasp.
Her lips brush mine when she whispers, “Please.”
Before she can blink, my hand fists in her hair, the other gripping her thigh rough enough to mark her pale skin.
She lets out a sound that makes my control fracture down the middle.
The air is suffocating. Her body molds against mine like the missing piece of the puzzle I didn’t know I was looking for.
I lean close, my voice rough against her ear. “Look at me.”
Her gaze meets mine, and it’s over.
The fight drains out of her, leaving nothing but want.
“You wanted to see what losing control looks like,” I rasp. “This is it.”
My thumb grazes her lips, and she opens for me on instinct. The smallest sound escapes her, and it ruins me.
Everything in me that’s been locked away, every ounce of restraint, every mask I’ve worn. It shatters.
I kiss her again, slower now. Possessive. All the anger and hunger I’ve been hiding spilling into the way I move, the way I touch, the way she breathes my name like it’s a prayer.
Her hands grip my shirt, her body trembling, and I know she can feel the shift.
That this isn’t just about control anymore. It’s about her willingly giving herself to me.
When I pull back, her lips are swollen, her eyes glassy. She looks utterly wrecked.
And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I drag my thumb along her jaw, forcing my voice to stay steady even though I’m barely holding it together.
“Next time, Bella,” I whisper, “you don’t get to move unless I move you.”
She exhales and I rest my forehead against hers, letting her catch her breath.
For a second, the noise in my head fades.
For a second, I let her see the man beneath the mask.
Then I pull back, smirking to cover the slip.
“Now be a good girl and sit back in your seat,” I say softly.
“That’s it?” she whispers, her voice breaking.
I chuckle, stroking her cheek.
“That was merely a taste of submission.”
I dip my hand under her dress, brushing my fingers against her bare pussy.
“And you are fuckin’ soaked.”
I push two fingers inside of her and she lets out a cry.
“So responsive, aren’t you?”
Pulling them out, I tighten my grip around her throat as I suck them clean.
“Taste fuckin’ divine. To die for.”
I pull her in, slamming my lips over hers.
“Reggie,” she pants, grinding her hips over my cock.
“Take me home. Now.”
I grin against her lips.
“I can’t. I can’t wait that long,” I grit out.
“Here. Here is fine,” she says, so full of need.
I lean back, unbuckling my belt and releasing my aching dick. She lifts herself up, ripping open my shirt. And I line myself up with her.
As she sits down on me, I hold her still.
“I don’t have a condom, Bel.”
She looks up, hands cupping my face.
“I quite simply do not give a single fuck, Irish. I need you inside of me before I pass out.”
A growl erupts from my chest as I take her lips and thrust my hips up.
She screams out, and I drink in every noise.
“Fuck, Reg. Fuck. So big,” she pants.
I nip on her bottom lip.
“Ride me, Princess.” I slap her ass, hard.
And fuck, she rides me. She doesn’t give me a second to think. She takes from me. And it’s the hottest damn experience of my life.
“That’s it, baby. Keep going.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair at the roots, I yank her head back and bite down on her throat and suck. Marking her as mine.
“Yes, Reggie. There. Harder!”
I slap her again. I need to get her home so I can do all the things I want to her.
“You better be close, baby.”
“Uh huh.”
I bring her face back to me, staring into her eyes that are full of desire.
“I’m going to fill you up, Princess. All fuckin’ mine. You understand?”
She bites her lip and nods, pushing herself all the way to the base. As I tighten my grip around her throat, I take over, holding her down with one hand on her thigh as I give her everything she needs.
Her nails dig into my neck and she kisses me so hard I’m almost dizzy. And as her walls clamp down around my cock and she trembles in my arms, I lose it.
I come so violently, I cry out her name. Not stopping until I’m completely done.
Resting my forehead against hers, we just breathe in the moment.
“That was reckless.” My voice is hoarse.
“Having sex in a car?” she whispers.
I kiss her again.
“No. Letting me come inside you like that.”
She smiles sweetly.
“I’ve had the injection. Don’t worry. I can’t imagine babies are high up on your list.”
“Marriage wasn’t either, yet look at us.”
She kisses me this time.
“That was hot, Reg.” She sits back, resting on the steering wheel.
“Oh yeah? You approve?”
She has no idea what else I could show her.
“You want more?” I ask.
She nods, a menacing grin on her face.
“You have more in the tank, big man?”
My cock is already getting hard again inside her.
“Oh, Princess. You have no idea. Now get your ass up, we’re going home. I have an important cleanup job to do.”
I wink, and that makes her blush.
“And I want you to watch every second of me eating you out. Because, like you, I’m very, very good at it,” I recite her own words back at her.
“I’ll be the judge of that, Irish.”