39. Anna
CHAPTER 39
Anna
I watched Reign from outside of my body. After he held me in his arms, whispering sweet nothings, I watched him meticulously get to work cleaning up the blood. The scent permanently ingrained itself in my nostrils, and I was sure to never forget the sight of Lane’s open-eyed stare as the dark red fluid slowly vacated his unmoving body.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I ever condone this?
Maybe I truly was the wretched, sinful little girl my father always told me I was.
It was as if a biohazard team had come out and cleaned the scene. The smell of the enzyme mixture that Reign used to re-liquify the coagulating blood was almost worse than the metallic scent that took refuge in my senses. Once the vinyl flooring was wiped up without a trace, he set to work on the body where the true trauma washed over me.
Reign wrapped Lane in plastic. Similar to how they portrayed dead bodies in movies, but God, this was my real life.
“Sweet vixen,” Reign's voice trespassed through the reverie. I met his eyes. “You might want to look away for this part.” His body hunched over Lane like a predator.
My gaze slowly slid down, avoiding Lane, who looked at me with disgust even in death. I focused on my hands that shook in my lap. Snapping, crunching, and the God awful noises of bones being contorted and broken whipped my ear drums.
Don’t fucking look, Anna. Don’t you dare fucking look.
One stolen glance was all it took, like a thief in the night. I watched Reign breaking Lane piece by piece through the plastic to avoid any more spilled blood. Skin ripped as bone protruded. Reign stomped on Lane’s kneecaps, bending them impossibly as the tibia snapped like a tree branch as the sickening crack of it breaking ripped through the air. Flesh hung over the jutted out bone and muscle tissue.
Reign wore insanity on his face in an unhinged way that made me choke back the vomit that was threatening its arrival. One single splash of blood splattered across his porcelain skin, staining the tips of his blonde hair. His blue gaze shone bright with excitement at the act. The pupils were but a microscopic blip in the radar.
Reign was no ordinary professor.
The strength he possessed was like nothing I'd ever seen. No average man should’ve been able to snap bones like plastic toys. Nausea still gripped my esophagus in a soul snatching fist as I watched his biceps ripple and flex. Bulging through his skin as he contorted the heap of human remains into the duffel bag that once held the cleaning supplies.
Heat pooled at the apex of my thighs. Reign gave me a look that made me feel like I was the only thing he could see.
“Are you ready to go home, vixen?” His baritone melted me. It turned me on despite knowing my dead classmate was slung over his shoulder like he was nothing more than dirty laundry .
I nodded.
“We’ll go to your place since it's closer.” He took one last look at the pristine clean of the floor. His lips turned up at the corners in a slight smile and the tiniest bob of his head accompanied as if giving himself a job well done. “You can shower there.”
He took my hand and whistled a familiar tune as we walked out of the library. The closing of the doors made my skin itch, and the walk to his car sent waves of apprehension through me.
No one even spared a first glance.
No one even cared.
The darkness of the parking garage was our domain. Reign’s SUV sat safely tucked away from prying eyes. He opened the hatch and lifted the spare tire well. The recessed area was devoid of a spare, and the place was quickly filled with the wet smack of Lane’s demolished body being thrown into it. He closed the well with the felt covering replacing the trunk’s all-weather floor mat and opened the door for me.
“There,” he cooed as he buckled me in like a child. “Safe and secured.” His eyes held mine for a moment before his tongue flicked out, tracing his lips.
He kissed me tenderly. Tasting like heaven and hell all at once. I clenched my thighs together as wetness and cum pooled in the seam of my leggings. My tongue swiped across his, and my pussy screamed for him.
“You deserve a reward.” He smiled against my lips that were eagerly trying to rob him of more kisses. “And I plan to reward you so hard,” his gaze darkened, “you’ll be leaking my cum from every crevice for days.”