Chapter 22 Jamie #2
I slapped his arm. “Answer me, dammit. Stop ignoring me. I don’t like this!”
I was so sick of everyone not telling me anything.
And with everyone just switching the rules around on me, so much so, I was starting to question whether or not I really knew them at all.
Reign was supposed to be different, but this fucking silent treatment was killing me.
“I have you tracked,” Reign said, his voice controlled, and his eyes fixed ahead.
I hadn’t really expected him to answer me, even if that was what I had yelled for, so it took a second for his words to register.
“Track… how?” I asked, taking him in.
“Your phone. And all your shoes have a tracking chip inside them. And as soon as I can get my hands on it, some jewelry.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t see anything wrong with it, so it took me a moment to respond.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
He wasn’t serious, was he? There was no fucking way this was true.
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?”
“Pull the car over,” I demanded.
“What?”
“Pull over, or I’m jumping out of this fucking car, whether it’s moving or not, you bastard!
” I yelled. I reached for the door handle, and he let out a small curse before signaling right and pulling the car off the road.
We came to a stop at a nearly vacant lot.
He left the engine running but turned toward me.
I was fuming.
“Say that again.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me it isn’t true what you just said about tracking me. You have… my phone’s location? And a tracking device in my shoes?” I asked. Even as I said it, the words sounded ridiculous in my ears. That couldn’t be true.
He nodded, confirming it.
“What the hell?”
“What?” he said, as if he truly didn’t see a problem with it.
“Are you serious? Were you going to tell me about this?”
“I’m telling you about it now.”
I moved back in surprise, taking him in. He really didn’t see the problem. Did he not see the boundaries issue?
“You can’t just track my movements without telling me, you… you… you dittle head!”
“Dittle head?” he asked with an amused smile. I wanted to smack his face, and I wasn’t really one to resort to violence.
I leaned over and smacked his shoulder instead. I might as well not have done it because all it did was give me a sore hand, and it looked like he barely felt it.
What the fuck.
“You can’t do this,” I said, trying to force my voice down.
“Yes, I can. It’s for your safety. I need to know where you are at all times. Like today, for instance, when you decided to sneak out of the apartment without telling me.”
“So am I your prisoner then? Is that how this relationship works?”
“No, you’re mine. And the way this relationship works is that I always protect what is mine.”
God, he was so infuriating.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he suddenly reached his hand out, cupped the back of my neck, and pulled me toward him, slamming his lips against mine. I let out a soft moan in protest and pushed at his chest until I could pull away from the kiss.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Kissing you,” he answered, moving his lips back against mine.
I turned my head to the side. “I fucking know that. But why?”
“To shut you up.”
“Oh, you fucking bastar—”
His lips were on mine once more, and this time, he didn’t let me pull away.
I struggled against him, but he was like a fucking wall, unmovable and hard everywhere.
His grip was firm on the back of my neck, keeping me right where he wanted, as his other hand moved down my body, stopping when he got to my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I screamed in his mouth, but that only gave him the advantage. He shoved his tongue inside and kissed me harder and deeper.
There was no escape.
The click of the belt unlatching barely registered in my mind when, suddenly, I felt myself being lifted off my seat and settled onto his lap, my knees on either side of him. I pressed my palms on his chest to keep my balance and glared down at him.
He grabbed my breasts in his hands and squeezed them, his expression playful. I tried to push his hand away, but he only firmed his grip. I let out a small hiss in pain, and he pulled the collar of my shirt down, along with my bra, exposing me to his gaze.
I tried to climb off him, but it was too late. He latched onto one of my nipples, tugging and sucking on it. I felt that move all the way down to my clit, and a soft moan escaped before I could even think to push it down.
I looked at him. His eyes were twinkling, telling me just how much he was enjoying this, right before he winked at me.
I gasped in outrage, which quickly morphed into pleasure when I felt his fingers on my other nipple.
My head moved back, and I pressed my hips down until I could feel his hard cock against me.
“Fuck,” I said. “Reign. Stop. We can’t… hell.”
He was using his other hand to rotate my hips so I could feel more of him. So I could feel all of him. I shook my head, unsure of what I was really saying no to.
He rolled my nipple between his teeth, and I jumped from the sensation as he let go of it with a pop of his mouth.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
“And you’re a fucking bastard—”
My words were cut off when he had my shirt lifted up and off me. He threw it somewhere in the back seat, out of my reach, before working on my bra, giving it the same fate as my shirt.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I said.
“Who’s going to see you?” he asked. “The windows are tinted.”
“And if the cops show up?”
He shrugged. “We’ll drive off.”
“Run away from the cops? You’re fucking crazy.”
He laughed. “Of all the things you’ve heard I’ve done, you really think running from the cops is the crazy one?”
I didn’t reply. He had me there.
He pulled his hand back and smacked my ass, jolting me out of my thoughts. It wasn’t a playful smack either.
“Hey! That hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he said, smacking me again.
“Stop it,” I said, trying to get away from him. He wrapped his arms around my middle, holding me still.
“Maybe next time, you’ll remember this before you decide to run away from home. Run away from me.”
“I didn’t run away from home.”
Smack!
I was getting angry. Correct that, I was already angry. “Reign—”
He pulled my leggings down, along with my panties, until they were around my knees.
I squirmed, feeling exposed and vulnerable as cool air hit my bare skin.
His eyes moved down to my pussy, staying there, which certainly didn’t help.
He licked his lips, and I could feel wetness coming out and coating my inner thighs.
Hell.
“You left without telling me where you were going. Worse yet, I told you not to leave the fucking apartment. You grew up in this world. You know how cruel it can be, and still, you chose to leave the safety of the apartment?” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
He was making it sound like I was leaving him for good. All I did was leave the apartment for the day.
I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my anger despite the heat building between my thighs. “I don't need your permission to—”
His hand came down on my ass again, harder this time, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
That slap was much more painful than the others, considering it was on my bare skin.
The sting radiated across my ass. And worse yet, I could feel myself getting wetter from it.
I could smell my arousal, something I was sure Reign didn’t miss.
“You think this is a game?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.
His fingers slid between my legs, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped when he found how wet I was.
He moved his fingers harshly against me, not entering me, but it was enough to create that delicious friction I was looking for.
My eyes rolled back, and I shook my head, resisting the urge to either fight back against him or just give in to the pleasure.
I could feel myself building higher and higher the more he played with me, the harder he rubbed, until…
He pulled away just before I could reach my peak.
“No!” I said, slapping his chest. He retaliated by smacking my ass once more.
My skin was starting to burn, and somehow, it felt like each smack was getting harder than the last one.
“Stop it,” I said.
He cupped my pussy, squeezing it gently and causing a wave of electric shock to course through my system. “Then tell me why you’re wet?”
He pressed one hand against the small of my back and pulled me toward him until I fell against his big, hard body just as he lifted my hips up a little.
Then, he was smacking my ass, over and over again.
It was painful. And humiliating. And fuck, but I was getting aroused. What was wrong with me?
I struggled against him at first, but all I managed to do was tire myself out, and he wasn’t stopping.
Tears filled my eyes and fell onto his chest.
His hand movements slowed and then stopped. He cupped my hot ass, and I jumped from the sensation.
“Look at you,” he said roughly. “Taking this like the good girl you are.”
“Fuck. You,” I gritted out.
He laughed. “That can be arranged.”
He shifted me up a little and fumbled with his jeans.
Before I could so much as blink, he had his huge cock pulled out before pushing me back down on top of him.
I closed my eyes from the sensation of him filling me, the position we were in making it feel even fuller, to the point where it was almost painful.
My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulders as he watched me, his blue eyes darkening with lust.
“What a good girl you are, taking my cock like this.” He reached up and pinched my nipple roughly. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull him away. He only tightened his grip. I took in a deep breath and let go of him, and he finally eased up a little.
Fucking hell.
“Does this feel good, baby?”
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my answer.
He grinned, his eyes glinting at the challenge. “No? Then it looks like I’ll have to try harder.”
He moved his hands down to my hips and pushed me up before letting me fall back on him. I let out a loud groan as I felt the friction.
He was using me to fuck himself.
And it was working.
My body betrayed me with every excruciating motion. Each time he lifted and dropped me onto his cock, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my inner walls clenching around him despite my anger. I could feel everything.
“You hate this so much, don’t you?” he whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His voice told me he knew I didn’t hate this. Not at all. Not even a little bit. “Tell me how much you hate it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
He slowed his movements to an agonizing pace, and I clenched my hands into tight fists to keep from begging him to go faster. “Tell me.”
“I hate you,” I finally hissed, my voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. I clenched down on him—that little move nearly had me coming undone.
His laugh was dark and knowing. “That’s not what I asked, and that’s not what your body is telling me.”
He increased his pace suddenly, bouncing me on his lap with such force that the car rocked. Oh God.
I lost all sense of reality then. I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. All I knew was him. All I could feel was him.
Could feel every brutal thrust was getting to be too much. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or not.
I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
I…
He moved one hand behind me, finding the small crease between my butt cheeks, and pressed his finger around the little bundle of nerves there.
I shook my head and tried to get away from him.
He held me there, continuing to fuck me savagely while playing with my back end.
“Reign!”
“That’s right, baby. Why don’t you be a good girl for me and come around my cock?”
His words triggered my fall.
I came suddenly, surprising even myself.
And I couldn’t take any more. I was so scared of the sensation. I buried my face in his neck as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.
More tears came, and I couldn’t do anything about them.
All I could do was lie there in his arms while he continued fucking me like this. I clenched my hands even harder, somehow fearing the end.
What was happening to me?
It wasn’t long before I felt him swell inside me, and then a burst of warm liquid seeped out between us, hitting our skin. My back arched from the sensation, and Reign tightened his arms around me, holding me close to him.
All the while, he was whispering sweet words into my ear that I only managed to catch snippets of before I gave up entirely. I didn’t fucking care what he was saying. He could be reciting the names of all the men he killed before. I didn’t give a fuck.
I had no more energy.
I could barely breathe as aftershocks rippled through my body. My mind felt fuzzy, disconnected from reality, floating somewhere between anger and pleasure.
He pulled me back and cupped my cheek until I was looking into his eyes. He helped me wipe away some of my tears, but that only made more fall.
“You’re mine. Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I shifted a little on his lap, gasping slightly when I felt him. He was still buried deep inside me. I looked down to where we were connected, fascinated by the sight. I clenched down, and he let out a hiss of air between his teeth.
“Say it,” he repeated, his hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging just enough to make me look at him.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, not even surprised at how easily the words slipped out, at how right they felt.
His eyes softened then, the blue in them warming as he brushed his thumb across my tear-stained cheek. “And I’m yours. That’s how this works.”
That was how this worked.
I nodded, and then I collapsed against him, completely and utterly exhausted.