Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
“But that still doesn’t mean that you could follow me. You followed me, didn’t you? You followed me.”
“Yeah, I fucking followed you. Like that’s news. I always follow you. I always stalk you. I stalk the fucking shit out of you and you know that.”
God, this guy.
I clench my eyes shut for a second and just make a fist out of his hair.
Then, “My parents are here, do you realize that? My parents are right here, Reign. What if they saw you follow me? They already hate you. They’re —”
“Fuck your parents,” he says, leaning closer to me. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”
I don’t think this is the time to remind him that he’s the one who wants me to go back to Lucas.
He’s the one who thinks Lucas is the right choice for me.
Shaking my head at him, I say, “I was fine. I promise. We just talked. He didn’t do anything.”
Not completely true but whatever.
“Unless you wanted to be alone with him,” he says, completely ignoring me, his voice low but abraded.
“What?”
And then that storm inside of him escalates.
This madness that’s thrumming under his dense muscles and solid body jacks up.
“You finally realized it, didn’t you? You finally fucking realized.”
I grip him tighter. “Realized what?”
He licks his split lip. “That you miss him so much that you can’t be away from him anymore.”
“What, no. Reign —”
“That you can’t be mine because you’re his.”
“Reign, no!” I almost shout, despite knowing that the whole world is outside, including my parents.
But like him, I don’t care about my parents anymore.
Fuck my parents. Fuck everyone.
I only care about him.
I only care about this crazy guy who’s saying such crazy things.
Jealous things.
“I had to watch you,” he rasps.
“Oh God, Reign, listen —”
“Didn’t think I’d survive it this time,” he says, his voice pure gravel. “Didn’t think I’d be able to take it. I was… I need to go out there and kill him. I need to —”
“No, you need to stay here. With me.”
“And make you watch.”
“Reign, no.”
He leans closer. “I can do that, you know. I’d fucking love to do that. I’d fucking love to just rip his head off and throw it at your feet. And then,” he pauses as his hand on my waist slides up and pulls at my braid, stretching my neck back. “Then I’d love to fuck you, Echo. I’d love to fuck you right next to his dead body. On the dead body of the guy you’re supposed to be with. The guy I’ve killed just because you’re supposed to be with him and not me.”
I don’t know what to do here.
I don’t know if I should tell him that I’m not.
That instead of breaking all ties with him, I broke all ties with my ex-boyfriend. I broke them and I’m never ever going back. I’m never ever leaving him, my Bandit.
Who’ll leave me first.
Who’ll leave me right now if I tell him.
That I don’t love Lucas. I love him.
But he doesn’t give me a chance to do anything at all as he keeps going, lost in his jealousy. “Actually, I should’ve killed him the first time you kissed him. Should’ve killed him because he got your mouth first.”
I cradle his scratched and scraped cheeks. “I never kissed him the way I kiss you.”
It’s the truth.
The kind that I can give him.
And I’m glad about that. That I can give him at least this much.
“Yeah? And what way is that?”
With love.
Pure and unadulterated, sick love.
“T-the way that says I’m going to die if I don’t get your mouth.”
He chuckles harshly, pulling harder at my braid. “You’re fucking drama, aren’t you?” A hard kiss. “My pretty fucking drama queen.”
“Yes, yours,” I whisper.
“What else, what else did he do to you?”
“What?”
His chest is crashing against mine, pressing into my tits. Which he then grabs with his other hand. “He touch you here?”
I swallow, my breast perking up in his hand even as regret washes over me. “R-Reign.”
“Tell me. He used to be super tight-lipped about it all. When I’d ask him. All I ever got out of him was that he never fucked you. But I want to know now. I need to fucking know. He ever put his filthy fucking hands on your milky tits?”
“Y-yes. O-over my clothes.”
He squeezes it then, my tit. Hard, very hard.
In a gesture of possession.
“Over your clothes. What a fucking pussy.”
“R-Reign —”
“Bet he didn’t touch it like that, huh,” he rasps over my mouth. “Bet it was all soft and proper. Bet he was a real gentleman when he mauled these pretty fucking tits. Over your motherfucking clothes.”
He goes ahead and smacks it then.
He slaps my breast, making me jerk and moan.
Making me all horny and helpless.
Making himself all horny and helpless too.
Because he groans and presses another kiss on my mouth like he can’t get enough. “Did he make it here?”