41. Anna
CHAPTER 41
Anna
W ith every bump in the road, my clit throbbed. It was swollen and tender in the most sinful way. Reign ate my pussy in cursive. Every flick of his tongue sent tsunamis of pleasure through me until I was seeing stars. Flames kissed my skin, and after I gushed down his throat, his dick plunged back inside of me with no warning.
After we lost ourselves in one another one last time, we dried off and redressed. Him in the same clothes, me in a thick fleece dress.
A sick part of me loved feeling the passion of our love running down my inner thighs. I was always led to believe that a man and a woman were only ever to take pleasure in one another’s bodies solely to please the man of the house. Vomit held my stomach at gunpoint at the thought of father.
I was always meant to be his. But the man sitting next to me was staking his claim to my heart. His fingers intertwined with mine as we made the long drive out to dispose of Lane. Reign’s presence surrounded me like the warmth of a blanket and I was ready to surrender wholly to him .
“Where are we going?” My voice cut through the silence in the car. My thumb traced invisible love notes onto the back of his hand. The city had long faded away, leaving us on a two-lane road shrouded in woods and shrubbery.
“To get rid of the dead weight.” He chuckled at his own pun. “Get it, little vixen?” He grinned over at me from the driver's seat as his laugh grew more genuine. “‘Cuz he’s dead.”
Dark laughter emptied from his throat as he continued to marvel at his joke. Happiness radiated from him in waves that penetrated my skin, pulling a giggle from myself that I didn’t recognize at first.
“I figured as much.” I could feel the tug of a smile pulling at my lips. “But where?”
His gaze filled with venom as he looked at me. “You scared, little vixen?” His lips curled into something devious. The look sent my heartbeat straight to my clit.
“Should I be?”
He was silent for so long unease settled around me in the chilling silence.
“I would fall to my knees and let you execute me if that was your desire.” Those words electrified me. Shockwaves rippled through my veins, making my blood come alive.
No one ever cared for me the way he did.
I understood how Emma felt last year with Chase. It finally clicked.
There was no escaping the feeling that cascaded through me. What was once a gentle breeze that whispered its sweet serenade was now a full-on melody illuminating all the darkest parts of me. Reign knew about my filthy past riddled with misfortune and abuse, yet still saw me as pure and innocent.
Was I falling in love?
His car idled to a stop at a bend in the road covered by dense foliage and an eerie fog.
“I’ll make this quick,” he said, getting out and making his way to the trunk. I heard the shuffling of the duffle bag with Reign’s grunt under the heavy weight as backup vocals.
“Hey,” I called out to him, stumbling out of the car. Reign was making his way down a trench in the bushes well hidden by the heavy forestry. “Let me help you, babe.” The pet name slipped out leaving me reeling with embarrassment.
A sly smile spread across his lips. “Vixen,” his voice tumbled across my skin, leaving fireworks. “I want you to stay the precious soul you are. You’ll have no part in the disposal.”
I shook my head and stomped my foot petulantly. “You’ve done enough heavy lifting.” My eyes grazed across his body. Despite the winter’s cold, a sheen of sweat glistened on his skin. His muscles flexed powerfully but shook with fatigue. “I want to help you.”
Let me help you because I love you.
My inner monologue sang the words in my head, but I couldn't say them out loud.
A heartbeat passed, then another. “Fine,” he sighed. His exhaustion showed briefly on his face but quickly evaporated. “He can go right next to her.”
He turned on his heel before I could ask who her was. I stumbled through the vegetation after him. Though it was nearly freezing, the dense leaves squished into a paste-like mud under my feet. Reign moved across the terrain with ease, like he’d done it a thousand times prior.
The ground evened out under my feet, leaving my quads screaming for rest. Reign barely broke a sweat as he ruffled through a thick mass of bushes, brandishing a shovel and gloves. I watched in awe as he quickly worked digging into the stubborn ground.
Minutes ticked by. Exhaustion plagued me as I planted myself on a protruding rock. Once deep enough, he slung the duffle and all its contents into the hole, filling it more quickly than it took him to dig it .
“Alright, sweet vixen.” He wiped his brow. His blonde hair darkened with sweat as he caught his breath. His chest heaved. “We can say our goodbyes.”
“Goodbyes?”
A conniving grin touched his lips. “I wanna fuck you on their graves.”
My heart leapt in my throat. My pussy thumped ready for more. “Their graves? Who’s graves?” Confusion laced my tone and I cocked my head to the side.
Tossing the shovel aside, he stepped towards me. “Lane,” he stated the obvious. “And my sister.”
My throat hitched with my held breath. He wanted to fuck on his sister’s grave? But why would anyone ever want to do that?
“Your sister,” I struggled for words. “I didn’t realize you’d lost her.”
His fingers were icy, and when they met my skin, they left heated trails in their wake. “I didn’t lose her, sweet girl,” he growled. “I wiped her from this earth myself.”
The warmth turned frigid as my brain registered his words. “But,” I flicked my eyes to where the gravesite was for Lane. It was right next to another patch of dirt that looked recently disturbed. Dead leaves and brown grass grew in a frayed pattern. “Why would you do that?”
Melancholia carved itself into his features. “She was going to turn me in.”
Parades of questions flooded my mind, but how he touched me went straight to my heart. Heating my core in an insatiable need to have him. His lips plowed into mine in a metallic, forceful kiss. His tongue lapped at the blood that threatened my lower lip as he pulled us down to the ground.
With his body perfectly strewn across both graves, he pulled his cock out into the crisp, twilight air. His lust filled gaze met mine, holding me captive. He closed his fist around the shaft, squeezing until a bead of precum leaked from the tip.
My body moved on its own. Making my way towards him, I slid my wet panties off ready to toss the offensive garment.
“Shove them in my mouth. I want to taste your cunt while you ride my dick.”
The panties shook in my hand, but I did what Reign told me. Settling my heat over his cock and spreading my thighs on either side of him, I tucked the fabric crotch first into his mouth. The gusset was soaked with our cum. His tongue latched onto it, sucking it into his mouth further. Reign’s eyes rolled back and a guttural moan escaped his lips.
His cock throbbed at my entrance, which was dripping arousal onto him. “Every inch. In you. Now.” The demand was muffled through the panties, but I obliged.
Sinking onto him, I was filled inch by devastating inch. My pussy clenched around his girth with an obscene sucking sound. My clit twitched with desperation as I moved my hips in a circular motion. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I found the rhythm. I rubbed two fingers into my throbbing clit and came in a rush of liquid ecstasy. Reign’s hand glided up, bunching the fabric of my dress around my waist, so he could watch himself fuck me.
He held me in place and pounded into me viciously, throwing his head back and hitting the ground. The panties flew out of his mouth as he let out a virile roar. The cords of his neck strained under his milky skin as his cock throbbed inside of me, painting my cervix with ropes of his passion.
“Fuck,” he breathed as his breath stilled. “I can’t get enough of the taste of your pussy while I fuck you.” His eyes flicked to the discarded underwear, then back to me. “I could soak my cock in you for hours and lick those fucking panties clean.”
My pussy clenched around his softening cock, twisting his face in rhapsody. “Shit, vixen,” he snarled. “You’re so fucking wet. You suffocate my dick.”
A giggle dripped from my lips as I moved off of him. The feeling of his cock and cum inside me was no longer foreign but one I longed for. A rope of cum drizzled out of me and onto him. He scooped it onto his finger and shoved the digits in my mouth, allowing me to taste the sweetness of what I did to him. I licked him clean.
“Good fucking girl,” he grumbled.
My legs wobbled as he tucked himself back in and stashed my panties in his pocket.
“Reign?” My voice was a tiny whisper in the early morning. The sun threatened to banish the moon as its rays peaked through the horizon.
“Yes, sweet vixen?”
I wrung my hands together, begging for the feeling to come back into them. “I don’t know if I can make it back up this hill.” The offending lay of the land stared back at me at nearly a ninety-degree angle. I wasn’t even sure how I’d managed to get down it.
“I’ll carry you,” he said nonchalantly. As if I wasn’t more dense than he was. There was no way he’d be able to handle my full figure and his up that hill. I shook my head with renewed disappointment.
“You can’t,” I said meekly. “I’m too heavy.” I looked down at my full breasts and wide hips. My thick thighs closed tightly together, holding his cum inside of me.
He scoffed loudly and started towards me. As if carrying his bride over the threshold, he picked me up and hauled us both up as if I weighed nothing. He set me down on my wobbling two feet right beside the car.
“Get in,” his voice was gentle as he started the car and fastened me in. “I don’t want you in the cold any longer than you already have been.” The way he cared for me was foreign. A language only the chosen few knew, leaving me excluded. Clueless.
“What’re you doing?” I asked. He kissed my forehead like I was his most prized possession.
“Changing.” He motioned towards the clothes folded neatly on the backseat. “I’m good friends with the art teacher, and she lets me use the incinerator without asking questions. Sweet woman.”
The art teacher was indeed a sweet woman. She was petite, with pixie-cut blonde hair and babydoll blue eyes. She was the complete opposite of me. Just like Reign was.
“Don’t make that face, baby.” He poked a finger to my forehead smiling. “You’re the only one I’ll ever have eyes for. She’s a mousy little thing that lets me use the kiln when I need to burn these bloodstained clothes. That’s it.”
Jealousy replaced the blood in my veins. “I don’t like the thought of you with another woman.” I was being childish. My memories carried me to seeing that other student with her hands all over my Reign.
My Reign?
He made quick work of changing and shoved the soiled clothing into a plastic bag that was crumpled in the trunk.
“Then don’t think about it,” he said, getting in. He put the car in gear just as sunlight unveiled the night.
“You don’t ever get jealous?” I questioned. “What if you saw me with another man?” A small—large—part of me wanted him to be jealous. I wanted him to lust after me. Only me. I wanted jealousy to cripple him with green seeing me in the arms of another.
God, I am pathetic.
“I wouldn’t get jealous, my little vixen.” He chuckled. His words shattered my soul.
Of course, he’d never get jealous of you. You’re nothing special. Never was and never will be.
I turned my gaze to the street. My eyes already stung with tears at the immediate heartbreak. He had the power to dismantle me completely.
“I wouldn’t get jealous, little vixen.” He broke my heart again. “Because I’d fucking kill him.”
A gasp whispered across my lips.
“The moment someone lays their hands on you,” his grip tightened until his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “He’d be a dead man. I’d rip the appendages from his body and hang his organs out to dry.” He smiled as he spoke of the graphic things he’d do. “After feeding him his own eyes and tearing off his flaccid cock, I’d have a drink while watching the life drain from him.”
“God.” I could picture the scene he painted.
“Then,” he finished as the city line became visible in the distance. The trees and foliage left behind like the two lives buried there. “I’d spread that delectable pussy and fuck you into oblivion.”
As if I wasn’t granted several sweet releases in the last twelve hours, my pussy managed to drip. My inner muscles begged to be filled again at his sick depiction. The unhinged love he spoke of, the sick obsession, was a fantasy we’d played out together already.
It was like the old Anna was dying. Leaving something new and reborn in her wake. And in the death of my old self, Reign made me feel truly alive.