28. Reign
CHAPTER 28
Reign
A wake, I lay, thinking about how perfect it was to tear into her tight little body. The knowledge that I’d be the only one to ever do so hardened my cock against her backside. I had one hand slung on her hip as she slept next to me.
Her tan skin was hot, like the end of July. A masterpiece against my own paler complexion. Her curly hair spread across the pillow like a mane I’d bury myself in. Shadows from the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows played across her silhouette as she stirred slightly against me.
Curiosity piqued, I sat up watching her. Drinking her in at that moment as her eyelids fluttered. Just what was my sweet little vixen dreaming about?
Her body shuddered more, and little whimpering noises escaped her full lips that parted slightly. Her body writhed, flinching as one arm thrashed out, nearly slapping me.
“Please,” her whispered voice came. “Please, I’m so sorry.” Another jolt nearly took her off the bed. My sweet, innocent little one was having a nightmare. Her breathing increased as I brought her body back to the center of the bed .
“Vixen?” I caressed her skin gently. “Sweet girl?” I turned her face towards me. I leaned over her, noticing her brows creased in worry. Even in sleep, she was distressed. And I’d find out why.
Once I did, I’d eliminate the problem permanently. Nothing would ever harm her. That was a privilege for me only.
Her eyes slowly opened. Her pupils dilated in the gorgeous green of her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She caught my gaze, gasping.
“Reign, what’re you doing?” She scooted up, letting the comforter drift to her waist. Her supple breasts tumbled free, begging for my lips. But that would wait.
“You were having a dream.” I tucked tendrils of her hair behind her ears as the curls tumbled just past her collarbones. “And by the sounds of it, a bad one.”
Her almond skin took on a rose hue, shrouding her in a wash of shame as she quickly grasped the comforter. Covering herself and refusing to meet my eye, she said, “I’m sorry if I woke you.”
“I don’t want you to apologize.” I pulled her into my arms and cuddled her against my chest. “What happened to you, little vixen?”
She tensed in my grip. “What makes you think something happened?”
I chuckled darkly. “Because,” my sweet girl was so innocent. Too innocent for the fucked up darkness that lived inside of me just barely below the surface. “I’ve seen that look on someone once very close to me.” Memories of Raina flashed through my mind's eye. She was my best friend growing up. What a shame she met such a wretched demise.
Ah, but that’s life, I supposed.
“Who?” She curiously turned her head to meet my eyes.
“Not gonna work.” I laughed. “This is about you, and there will be no changing the subject.”
She took a breath. Her eyes darted away from me. “I don't like to talk about it.” She shook her head, sending a tumble of curls to shield her face. “It’s nothing really.”
“There is nothing you can hide from me, little vixen.” I traced her features with my finger, loving the way her skin puckered at my touch.
“I’m not hiding,” she argued.
“Not literally.” I kissed her temples. “But there are several ways to hide from someone.” I snaked my arms around her, needing to be skin to skin with her. Now that I’d had her, there would never be any better high for me.
A shiver ran down her spine as the room thickened ominously.
My bedroom faced the Chicago skyline. The view was even more breathtaking with the precious jewel I held in my arms. Lights shimmered across the sky, intermingling with the stars as the silence grew.
“Tell me,” I growled. My heart skipped a beat in my chest. It was one of the only times I truly knew I was alive. “Who hurt my precious vixen?”