Chapter 61
REGGIE
Song- baby can you sin for me, Ex Habit
As soon as Rowan sets her down on her feet, his fingers run through her hair. Her eyes dart to mine, for reassurance and probably confirmation.
So I give her a sharp nod, leaning on the counter for support.
His lips press against hers and her eyes close, his hands tangled in her hair. I swear time isn’t fucking moving. Part of me wants to rip him away from her, and the other part is enjoying seeing her like this.
“I have to call Drago with the information we got. Why don’t you go upstairs with Reggie?” he says quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.
My heart races when she bites her lip.
“Okay,” she says softly.
Pushing myself up, I stride towards her. I can’t help myself, I grab her throat and kiss her hard. I feel her smile against my lips.
“You ready, Princess?”
She glances between us. We are hers. No matter how messy this might get. Regardless of our upcoming wedding.
For tonight at least. This is her fantasy coming to life. Whatever lies ahead of us in the future is yet to be known.
All we have is now.
Sliding my fingers through hers, I lead her up the stairs. Once we’re in the bedroom, I turn to face her.
“Come here, baby,” I whisper.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I yank her onto my lap by her waist, and she giggles. Her back pressed against my chest. My cock nudging into her ass.
I brush her hair away from her shoulder and she tilts her head, giving me better access.
“Such a good girl, aren’t ya?” I drawl.
“Please, Reggie,” she breathes out, wriggling on my lap.
I tut, peppering kisses along her shoulder to the base of her throat.
“That isn’t what you call me in here, is it?” I remind her.
“No,” she pauses.
“Sir.”
“Atta girl,” I praise her, sinking my teeth into her sensitive skin, which earns me a little breathy moan.
“What if I told you that I could make your fantasies come true?” I whisper.
She stills, her pulse hammering against my palm.
“Y-you’d do that?”
“Don’t you get it? I’d do just about anything for you, Bella. You’re not just my future wife, you’re my fuckin’ everything.”
She lets out a breath as I slide my hand along her side, digging my fingers into her hip.
“You’re mine, Bella King.”
She nods.
“And you’re his. Open your eyes.”
It’s like she sets on fire on my lap when Rowan strides through the door. His dark eyes locked on her. Full of everything I’m feeling. That desire. Lust. Obsession. Need.
I press a soft kiss on her cheek, keeping my grip tight on her throat, telling her I’m not going anywhere. That I’ve got her.
Because I do. No matter what happened in her past, that’s dead and buried. It’s all about moving forward and how we can cherish this woman until we die.
“Rowan, Bella needs some help taking her boots off,” I tell him.
His lips tilt into a grin.
“Sure thing.”
With every step closer he takes, the faster her breathing gets. He stops in front of us, and I reposition my legs slightly, opening them and holding her up in position.
Rowan drops to his knees.
He takes the first boot off, not dropping eye contact with Bella. And then the second.
With one hand still on her throat, I spread her legs on either side of my thighs.
Stroking my fingers through her silky hair, I tug her head back.
“You want my brother to eat your pretty little cunt?” I whisper loud enough for him to hear it too.
“Y-yes,”
Brushing my hand along her cheek, she leans into my touch.
“I’m going to need a little more than that, Princess. If we do this, you need to use your words. You need us to stop, we will. You want more, you scream it. Everything we do here is for you. Your pleasure is all that matters.”
Her eyes are almost black when she looks at me.
“I want this, Reggie. I want you both to ruin me.”
“That’s our good girl,” Rowan croons.
She smiles as I tug her head back against my shoulder and sink my teeth into her neck. In that look, I see the truth neither of us wants to admit. We belong to her, all of us, tangled in this beautiful mess.
“You’re about to come so fuckin’ hard, Bella,” I whisper.
“Please, sir.”