I'll happily watch his downfall, staring deep into his eyes as he releases his final breath, reminding him of my triumph. He'll be thrown to the pits of hell, where he belongs, while I’m still here. I survived him, I won, and I'll be there every second making sure he fucking knows it.
After some time, I tear my eyes away from the city, and decide to go and find Reign, knowing he is somewhere in the mansion since one of them always stays around me.
Once I leave Chaos’s bedroom, I stroll along the corridor, but when I get to the top of the grand staircase, I hear something from a distance down the hallway to my left. My brows knit before I start to stride toward the noise. As it gets louder, Istop at a door, knowing it is coming from there and I twist the doorknob gently before entering.
When I walk past the threshold, I glance around, noticing it’s a huge home gym that I didn’t know was here, but it doesn’t surprise me since both these guys are always in great shape. I guess with so many doors in the mansion, I never actually explored it, so, I wouldn’t have known it was here.
My gaze is drawn to movement at the back of the vast space, noticing Reign punching a boxing bag. I lean against the wall and observe him hit so hard that I begin to wonder if it will soon be able to sustain such power. He is letting go of testosterone and pent-up anger. I am aware that Reign loves to fuck, but we haven't been intimate at all in months and he is clearly staying loyal.
I don't blame him for being irritated, but I've been behaving unreasonably by striving to get other emotions out of him. I am curious about him beyond our sex. Yeah, I feel like we have become closer, but I guess I have been expecting more from Reign, or maybe hoping for so much more. I am learning to come to terms with the fact that this might just be who he is and it’s what I love about him regardless.
Ideliver one final brutal blow to the sack before lowering my hands beside me, breathing strongly, and sweating profusely.
I wipe my brow with the back of my arm before turning around to spot Charleyobserving me from a distance, her arms leaning on the boxing ring's ropes.
We stare at one another as I raise my chin and unwrap my fists, then I take steps forward until I reach the opposite side of the ring, climb up onto it and duck between the ropes before entering. She watches me intently as I proceed across the ring, heading straight for her, and when I get near enough, I don't say anything before pulling the rope up to suggest she joins me inside.
I'm not sure why she hesitates, but I wait patiently until she loses eye contact and lowers herself. Once she is inside, I release the rope, and she leans on it, her tiny arms resting on the highest point. I take a small step toward her, still trying to minimize my heavy breathing, and when I get near, our bodies connect, and she elevates her chin to gaze up at me.
My glance wanders over her beautiful face before I slowly lower mine to hers, and she doesn't stop me; her eyes remain locked, indicating that she is becoming stronger with this shit, so I take advantage of the chance to kiss her.
The instant our lips touch, she kisses me back forcefully with a moan in her throat. I hold her face in my palms, tilting her head back further, and as soon as she opens her mouth, I slip my tongue deep inside. The rush of adrenaline I feel is unlike anything I have experienced before while I dominate her mouth. I've waited a long time to be able to touch or kiss her again, but more than anything, I wanted her to know that I'm willing to wait for as long as it fucking takes for her to trust me again.
I kiss her with desperate hunger, as if my life depends on it, which it fucking does at this point. As I press my huge frameonto hers, she responds by throwing her arm over my shoulder and raising her leg up to my hip with encouragement.
I catch it eagerly before capturing the other, lifting her and she encircles her legs around my waist. I take her to the corner of the ring, forcing her back against it, my balls tightening with anticipation as I grind my hard cock against her core with little consideration on my part. I growl against her swollen lips before murmuring against them.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
“Yes.”
She plunges her tongue back into my mouth, no hesitation in her answer. Her trembling reluctance has gone; she is no longer scared to be touched and instead, it is replaced by a burning need for me to fuck her.
With a swift motion, I hike her dress up, free my throbbing, leaking dick from my shorts and in one seamless movement, I slide myself all the way inside her moist pussy, wasting no time at all. I can’t help but groan against her lips as soon as I feel her snug cunt wrapped around me, my eyes darkening.
“Fucking hell.”
A satisfied moan escapes her, falling directly into my mouth in response, mingling with our breaths before I draw my cock back to the tip and drive myself into the furthest depths of her once again. The sensation of her warm, tight pussy is overwhelming yet fucking intoxicating.
She clings on to me securely, her hand in the back of my hair, my sweaty brow pushed against hers and with each powerful thrust, I fuck her like a wild beast, pushing her to her limitsalmost instantly, but she responds effortlessly, widening her legs eagerly, allowing me to dig deeper and reassuring me that she's recovering from the things she has been through. In that moment, a sense of relief washes over me, knowing that I am getting my girl back.
Gripping the ropes tightly, my movements mighty and unyielding, my dick plunging into her repeatedly. Each time my hips smack against her pelvis, shockwaves of pleasure bolt through me, and her loud screams encourage me to continue pounding. Her frenzied cries fill the huge room—a symphony that I have craved to hear of hers that always edges me to the brink of untamed ferocity. She has never been the type of girl to hold back. She has always made it known to us when she is being satisfied by our cocks.
As she tosses her head back in euphoria, I lay my palm over the front of her throat, pinning her against the post and with my other hand, I tear at her dress until her perky tits are exposed. I dip down, taking one pink nipple into my mouth before resuming my savage thrusts, driving into her with such brutality that I couldn't penetrate her any deeper, no matter how much I tried.
When her body tightens around me, I become overcome by a sudden explosion, spilling my come inside her. I thrust into her repeatedly as she trembles, her orgasm coursing through her in shuddering waves, her body spasming and the sensation of her dripping cunt pulsating around my cock threatens to overwhelm my senses, almost urging me to continue to bang into her ruthlessly once more to give her another one, but I ignore the temptation.
I bury my face into her chest, releasing her throat and she lifts her drowsy head, her fingers finding my dark hair, where she lightly takes handfuls.
“I think that is exactly what we both needed. Don’t you?”
I carefully elevate my head until our eyes connect, then search hers before dropping my gaze to her lips.
“Is that why you waited for me after, Chaos? Because you thought I’d fuck you up?”
Her face sinks, while I stay expressionless. I'm not mad; I know she fucked Chaos and continues to do so. Chaos provides something to Char that she obviously believed I couldn't. Affection and love, and while she has every reason to feel that way because I fuck hard and show little emotion with everything I do, it is important for her to know that I can be both if she needs me to be.
I am a mature man falling madly in love with a woman almost ten years younger than me, and I'm realizing that I can't be a self-centered bastard all my life. Love is about providing, consuming, and returning. Charley was extremely vulnerable, and I would have handled her as she fucking deserved, but it is what it is. I love my brother and I know he would have given her everything she needed in that moment.
