Chapter Six

Mila

My chest rises and falls with the anger I'm feeling. When I woke up, I instantly knew Reed was gone. It took me only a few minutes to hack his computer, something he isn't aware I can do. Hacking was a little trick I taught myself when I first came to Rogue. It was easy to steal Matt's books and on occasion I would study Kai at the auto shop. No one was watching me or paying attention. I was Silas and Saylor's younger sister. They never even questioned my interests. On his little trip today Reed made so many errors that could have been prevented. He chose to leave me out and I could have used my knowledge to protect him.

Reed doesn't cower from my anger. He also doesn't get mad back at me. It's the change in his eyes that catches me off guard. A fire lights in their depths, turning the usual light green to almost white. The hairs on the back of my neck rise and my fight or flight response finally kicks in. I take a step back and that's as far as I get before Reed is crashing into me, his arms gripping my sides and pulling my body to his. His head swoops down, his lips practically eating mine in their fierceness. It's more teeth than tongues, and I love it. I wind my arms around his neck, holding on, while his body wreaks havoc on my own. Reed's tongue slides across my lips, seeking dominance, and I gladly give it to him. I hope he can still taste me tomorrow. His fingers dig into the flesh on my sides, and I hope there are bruises left behind. I want to wear this battle on my skin as visible proof that Reed owns my soul. My teeth sink into his bottom lip, and Reed grunts. We're both panting when his hands slide around my waist to grab at the fleshy skin of my ass cheeks. I can feel the heat from his fingers graze against the sliver of skin exposed from my booty-shorts, and it sends a shiver across my skin and creates an ache between my legs. I want him. I've never wanted any guy like I want Reed.

I moan into his kiss and that is when his resolve snaps. Reed picks me up, holding my chest to his, and races up the stairs like I weigh nothing. For a second, I think he'll take me to the spare room I've been staying in, but he surprises me when the door to his room crashes open, bouncing so hard against the wall that it slams shut on its own. Reed sets me on my feet, and his hands grip the edge of my sweatshirt and lift it up and over my head. I'm wearing a tank top underneath, not that it offers much coverage for the hard-pointed nipples that are begging for his attention. Reed's eyes drag over me, and he bites his lip. I can't take my eyes off of him and the distance between us is too much. It becomes a race to see who can get the other undressed quicker. My fingers grip the edge of his t-shirt and lift, exposing the work of art he is underneath. Reed is cut and lean, the muscles on his abdomen twitching under my touch. Oh god, I want him.

"You can have me," he answers, his voice dripping with sex and need, which makes me realize that I said the words out loud. He walks us back until my legs hit the mattress. Reed grabs my hips and tosses me to the center of the bed. I watch as he crawls back up over me, using his legs to push mine farther apart. "I take it that you've never done this before?"

My cheeks blush, and I shake my head in response to his question. Why he would think I have is beyond me. Guys weren't exactly throwing themselves at me, and even if they had, my sights were only ever on him. Not to mention the fact that I had Silas and the guys watching my every move.

"I don't know if I can be gentle," he warns, his head tilting to the side while he watches my reaction. My eyes close and I inhale, noticing that Reed's scent is now all around me. Above me, in his sheets, surrounding every part of my body. Reed's hand skims over my cheek, down my jaw and then glides around my neck before he squeezes it a little. My eyes fly open and connect with his. His pupils dilate and his jaw clenches. "Eyes on me, Mi."

The dampness between my thighs intensifies with his command and he grinds his groin into me, rubbing against the sensitive flesh until I'm dripping for him. I watch in fascination while he rolls a condom down his cock, preparing for my answer. My hands move to his shoulders, holding on. "I just want you."

There is a moment where Reed, honest to god, growls right before lining up his cock to my entrance and pushing inside me. I squeeze his shoulders tighter, the deeper he goes, moving past the natural restraint from my body. He stops once he is fully inside me, his head dropping down to my shoulder. I can feel him breathing deeply. Reed may not call what he just did being gentle, but I do, and it's perfect in this moment. It hurts, but at the same time, there is a fullness that causes both heat and pleasure. I want to move against him, my body craving some sort of friction, and soon my hips start to gently lift, meeting his thrusts. Reed pulls out and then pushes back in, and I moan for him.

"You're going to have to watch the volume, Doll." He smiles, and it's part evil, part lust-filled. "The neighbors might think I'm killing you."

My pulse races, my fingers splayed as they rake down the skin on his back with every thrust and pull he gives, until my legs are shaking, and my core is wound so tight, I need a release. "Reed," I beg, in between the kisses he gives me, my lips feeling raw and puffy. I don't even know what I'm begging for, but I know only he can give it to me. As if sensing that my body is close, Reed slips his hand down between our sweat-soaked bodies, his fingers flying gently over my clit. I come undone for him. It's loud, and my whole-body quakes in the aftermath while Reed continues to fuck me through it. I feel his thrusts become longer, his body grinding against mine and his mouth latches onto my lips, feasting while he finishes after me. I swear my vision whitens from the lack of oxygen, or maybe I did die from the pleasure, because when I open my eyes again, my own face is smiling down at me.

"Reed," I whisper his name while my eyes dance around the ceiling and finally over the walls. How the hell did I miss this earlier? My picture is everywhere. Smiling, frowning, crying, my high school graduation, prom. Some are candid photos and some are staged.

Reed's breathing hard and I can feel the intensity of his gaze on the side of my face, while he watches me, internally have a meltdown over his obsession. Me. "Does it freak you out?"

I shake my head. No, no it doesn't. It makes me mad. "All this time, and you still tried to break my heart?" There are two things I'm very aware of right now, one is that Reed is still inside me, and two, I can feel his body tightening, ready to hold me down if I try to run away.

"You know what I am," he murmurs, dragging his lips across mine. I hold still while he does it, enjoying the warm softness.

"That doesn't explain why though, Reed."

His eyes flare. "I don't feel love, Mila. But I do know obsession and I've been just as obsessed with you as you were with me. You need more though and I can't give that to you."

I huff and attempt to turn my head away. Reed's fingers latch onto my jaw and drags my eyes back to his. I feel him twitch inside me. "Bring me with you on your next job."

"What?" He rears back, clearly not expecting that from me.

"Take me with you," I respond. "See for yourself that I'm not going to run just because of what you do."

Reed's eyes dance over my face, reading every line, every truth, and every feeling that I can't hide from him. My heart may be buried in my chest, but Reed can hear the way it calls his name, and now he knows the feeling of my body holding his as well. I squirm beneath him and his fingers tighten on my jaw. "Do it again."

I tilt my pelvis up and he groans. A smirk dances on my lips. "One time. You can see for yourself, one time."

I nod in agreement, but on the inside, I'm dancing with glee. Reed thinks he's going to scare me off. And maybe any normal girl would be scared. I'm not though. I tilt my pelvis again and his cock sinks deeper into me. His breath hitches in his throat, and soon, he's licking a path from my jaw, down my neck, and to my collarbone. I jumped into bed with the big, bad serial killer, and I couldn't be happier.