Chapter 33

Riley

He left. In the middle of an argument, Reign left. It wasn't really an argument. He saw what I hadn't wanted him to find, my moment of weakness a few weeks ago during a panic attack, and when he asked me why, I couldn't even answer. All my words jumbled and my brain scrambled. Only when I saw his face shut down did I panic. My heart broke with every step he took out of my dorm and out of the building. I watched him walking for as long as I could, knowing he wasn't coming back.

I was lost, drowning on my own, remembering the hurt in his eyes. I never wanted to hurt him. I don't regret that I did what I had to do. I wish I had told Reign why I did it. Because as each of those letters came in, the only one that made my heart race was the one from Michigan. I opened it last. After every other school accepted my application and applauded my athletic and educational achievements, the only one that made me cry, was Michigan. In my heart I knew, but my brain needed the confirmation that there were options. Options I created by myself.

My hands run through my hair, squeezing my head and I collapse on my bed next to my discarded shirt. Damn him. This night had been everything. I was stupid to leave the letters out. I should have told him, and I should have shared my revelation about Michigan. I wanted to, I meant to. But his mouth was distracting, and the state championship needed to be celebrated first. I wanted this night to be perfect.

I can feel the anger rising from my gut to my chest, wrapping around my heart. How dare he leave without fighting about this with me. He gave up so easily that I'm terrified he's just done trying. I don't want him to be done. I want him more than my next breath. We're young and our lives are just starting, but I know I'd hate any distance between us. The thought of missing any of his life moments wrecks me. I want it all. Reign dreamt a future for us and he made me believe in it too.

Scooping up my shirt, I hastily throw it on and race out of my room. My keys were discarded on the table and I snatch those along with my jacket. I have to sneak out because it's now after hours, but I don't care. I don't plan on coming home tonight. I need to find Reign. I need to prove to him that I'm just as crazy and as obsessed as he is.

I run the few blocks over to his off-campus apartment and use the key card he gave me to get in. I never thought I'd actually use it but here we are. After midnight, I'm chasing down my boyfriend. I take the posh elevator up to his floor next. When my feet hit the carpeted hall, I angrily stomp down to his door. On the way over my fear and worry has morphed into fury. How dare he leave? I might have been the only one arguing, but he left before it was resolved. He didn't even hear me out.

At his door I swipe the card again and the lock flicks. I storm inside and throw the keys and my jacket onto his couch. The living room and kitchen are dark except for the small light above his kitchen sink. I start walking down the hallway where a faint light is coming from his bedroom. My hands ball into fists once I'm standing in his doorway. Reign sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless and in a pair of gray sweatpants, every girl's kryptonite. His hands are tangled in his messy, ink black hair. His hockey bag lies at the foot of the bed and his desk is stacked with books, neat and precise just like him.

"You left. We were in the middle of discussing something important and you left."

His head snaps up, his eyes running over me in disbelief. Tears well in my eyes because of the defeat in his.

"You didn't let me explain. You didn't let me tell you that I know I promised and that I didn't mean to. I had a panic attack after dress shopping and before I knew it, I mailed the letters. I thought I would tell you but then the acceptance letters kept coming in. And you know what, Reign, nothing happened." I walk toward him, farther into the room. His eyes are growing darker, his hands balling into fists on his lap, and long pieces of his hair are hanging in his eyes. I need to touch him.

"I got my acceptance letter from Michigan, and do you want to know what happened? I cried. My whole body shook because I was so happy and so relieved."

Reign stands up from his bed and moves in front of me. His eyes run all over my body and then to my face where our gazes meet, and I feel myself weakening for him. God, I just want him to touch me. Reign makes me feel like no other person in the world could. He makes me feel loved, cherished, challenged. Sure, along the way he also lied, manipulated me, caused a lot of chaos and destruction, but I was past the point of caring about those things. The end result was him and me.

He reaches out and swipes his thumb under my eyes, collecting the tears there. His skin on mine makes heat rise up my neck and my heartbeat quicken. "You're so beautiful."

His words startle me, so far away from what I thought he would say. My cheeks flush. "Thanks." I say the word uncertainly.

Reign walks past me and shuts his bedroom door before hitting the lock. When he turns to me again, everything about him reads dangerous. His body is rigid, his jaw clenched, and his eyes darkening to sapphire. I take a step back in the room, and the predatory look that crosses his features sends shivers down my spine. Warning signs are blaring in my head and yet all I want to do is reach up and run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands against my skin. I want to wrap my arms around him and press my ear to his heartbeat until I feel him relax again.

"I only left because I was worried I might act on the thoughts in my head that were screaming at me to do anything it took to keep you with me," he murmurs, his hands landing on my shoulders and running down my arms. Our fingertips brush, before he takes the edge of my shirt and lifts it off over my head. "Then you came here, making the worst choice possible, because chances are I probably am going to hurt you."

My pulse spikes, imagining the ways he could hurt me. The way he could use my body right now. I should be sick, affronted, scared. Except my core clenches and I feel a wave of desire flow through my insides, making my underwear instantly wet.

"I'm not afraid of a little pain, Thorn," I whisper and his pupils blow out.

"Yeah," he whispers, his fingers running along my neck until he can grasp my chin. "Because you're my little puck slut, right? You know that I'll do anything for you. You'll let me hurt you, break you, make demands of you, and you know I'll make it better after."

His declaration makes my body tremble and heat spread over my skin. The glint in his eyes is still dark, deadly almost. I open my mouth to speak, to ask what he wants, and demand he give everything I want to me, when Reign leans in and kisses me hard. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, over my neck, grasping my breasts, my hips, my ass, anywhere he can reach. Our lips tangle, more teeth than anything else. Our moans fill the air and our breathing is ragged and mingled between us.

I gasp when he pulls away suddenly, my heart hammering in my chest. His eyes are unfocused, like a man possessed when he rips off my clothes before yanking off his sweats and briefs. Reign's hands circle my waist and I'm lifted off the ground before landing on his bed. My body bounces on the soft fabric. He follows me down, placing a kiss over my heart, my rib cage, next to my navel and over my hip bones. My hands tangle in his hair, holding on when he grabs my legs, spreading me wide and shoving his thighs between mine. He lines up his cock, rubbing it through my wetness before forcing it in a few inches. My back arches and my hips tilt up.

"Reign," I cry out his name, but his lips slide over mine, taking my words and my air. He pushes in farther and my hands tighten on his shoulders.

"Fuck yes," he growls, licking his way up my neck. "I need you so much, babe. Let me fucking in."

His hips snap against mine, and this time, he thrusts in to the hilt. His muscles in his arms strain while he holds himself above me. "Reign," I moan his name this time, and he yanks my body closer to his, our eyes locking while he drives his thick length deeper into my throbbing pussy.

"You take me so well, Riles." His voice is thick and gravely. His fingers dig into my flesh, holding me in place while filling me over and over, stretching my insides to my limits before my eyes are fluttering with the first impending signs of my own orgasm.

"Look at me when you come, babe. I want your eyes on me when I make you feel so fucking good," he commands, his thrusts turning more aggressive, his cock pounding into me fiercely. I can feel his desperation, his hunger, his love wrapped up in the way he's fucking me.

I do keep my gaze locked on his and the sensation becomes almost too much to bear. His body, his grunts, my answering moans, the way the air becomes thick with our pleasure. It's intense and all-consuming. I love it. I will crave it for the rest of my life. That thought, that wish, makes my core tighten around his thick cock. My heart hammers in my chest and my body bows with the force of the scorching hot, tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over me. My cries fill the room.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, Reign." I whimper and pant, my breaths coming in little gasps. My hips continue rocking against him, and he smirks down at me, his hands moving up my waist, squeezing my breasts until there is an edge of pain there.

"Did that feel good, babe," he asks, bending over and sucking my tender nipple into his mouth, biting gently and rolling it between his lips before giving the same attention to the other one. The entire time he moves lazily, continuing to thrust in and out of me, creating a small buildup of more pleasure. My body responds right away to his, and what he's demanding.

"Yes," I answer in response, biting down on my lip, my gaze ensnared with his.

"Yeah. You love when I make you come hard on my cock, don't you? You are as addicted to me as I am to you, aren't you, Riley."

I nod my head frantically yes. My hips rising to meet every time he pulls back slowly and slams into me hard. My body moves from the force and my legs hitch up at his sides.

"And you love me, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasp out, locking my ankles behind his back, trying to draw him down to me, and burrow myself inside him under my skin. "I love you so much. Please, Reign. I need more."

Reign's pupils dilate and the look that comes over his face is pure deviousness. He pulls out of me and I gasp at the loss of feeling him deep inside. His hands flip my body over, tilting my hips up, and pressing my chest into the mattress. Before I can catch my breath, I feel the head of his cock back at my entrance and he's pushing in. Everything feels more intense from this angle. I can hear the slap of his thighs against my ass cheeks, feel the ridges of his cock when they drag along the inside of me.. I push my body back into his with every thrust he makes until he groans. Reign's hands grip my hips to the point of pain and I know I'll have bruises tomorrow.

"You feel so fucking amazing. I love you so much, Riley. I need you. I can't survive without you."

"I love you. I need you too, Reign." I whimper in response, my body reaching another peak.

"Fuck, you have sweetest pussy ever, babe. I'm never letting you go." His body bends over mine, pressing into the mattress, while his hands run along my arms, down, and tangling his fingers with my own. The blanket underneath me rubs over my exposed clit, causing a gentle throb with just enough pressure to drive me crazy. His name tumbles from my lips and my pussy tightens around him once more, right as Reign flips us, angling his body so he's holding me down, my left arm extended.

"You belong to me, Riley. I'm never going to fucking let you leave me. You're going to come with me. Let me give you everything." He growls against the skin on the back of my neck, fucking me relentlessly through my orgasm.

I feel his teeth at my neck, and I brace myself for pain there that I don't register the pinch on my arm, until the sharp sting of a blade cutting through sensitive flesh pulls my attention. Reign's skate is in his hand, pulling blood and skin from my arm. I cry out, and his hand tilts my face to his lips, swallowing my cries. His skate drops with a thud and his fingers pinch my arm again. My body tries to move away from the pain in my arm.

"Hold still, baby, that's it. My good fucking girl. My little puck slut. I fucking love every single part of you, Riley." He moans when the pressure in my arm releases. My eyes pop open and in his blood covered fingers I recognize the little rod he's holding.

"There is nothing between us anymore, babe. You'll never escape me. And if you ever try to leave, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth."

"Reign, you can't…that's my birth control," I gasp in both surprise and disbelief when he drops it to the floor.

Reign flips me back over on my back, and I don't fight him, entirely overwhelmed by what just happened. My arm is still bleeding, the blood dropping onto his sheets. Reign's eyes shine with triumph when our eyes lock. He sucks his fingers, covered in my blood, into his mouth. A shiver races over my skin. A flush covers his cheeks. The look he gives me is pure sex and sin. Possession and love.

He slides back inside my body, ignoring the tightness. His hand finds my neck, while the other drifts over my curves. My entire body shakes for him. My mind is a spinning mess of love and feelings. He fucks me hard and fast, driving into me with intention. His fingers slide down my body and work my clit until I'm bucking against him uncontrollably. My toes curl, my legs shake, my heart hammers throughout my entire body. I don't think I can come again and Reign is out to prove me wrong. He plays my body well, my name a chant on his lips while he thrusts in and out of me.

"Give me one more, Riles. I need it one more time." Reign lifts my hips higher onto his, the angle pushing him deeper until he's slamming into my cervix. One of my hands twists in the bedsheets and the other digs into the skin on his thigh. "Come for me, baby. Let me take care of you."

"Yes," I cry out again, my entire body vibrating as a violent orgasm rips through me.

"Fuuuck," Reign growls, throwing his head back, hands gripping my sides while he pulses inside me. He pulls out, his hands automatically reaching between my legs and pushing his cum back inside me.

"You're so perfect, so fucking beautiful, babe. I'm going to love you every day for the rest of my life," he murmurs, catching his breath.

My own chest shudders while I try to make sense of my feelings. "Reign, we have to talk. This was—"

"Perfect," he interjects. His eyes move up my body to my arm and he frowns. I glance too, and see that the blood flow has stopped, but the cut is there, and I'm not sure what to do with it.

"Stay there," he says before gently kissing the side of my head. Reign lifts off the bed and grabs his sweatpants off the floor, pulling them on before walking into his bathroom. I hear him rummage in his cabinet before coming back with a first-aid kit.

I lie limp, thoroughly fucked and yet peaceful despite the cut on my arm. Reign cleans it and covers it with surgical glue before wrapping it up. I'll have to go see the doctor tomorrow to get it sorted. Right now I just can't move. Reign goes back to the bathroom and this time comes out with a washcloth. He cleans between my legs and a small whimper escapes me from the coldness on my tender flesh.

"Not that I'm complaining but what is your thing with always giving me three orgasms."

Reign smirks and pulls back the blankets, then pulls me into bed with him. "Hat trick, babe."