As we drive, the silence becomes uncomfortable, weighing heavy on my nerves. After a while, my irritation simmers beneath the surface, bubbling up until I can no longer hold it. With a stern tone, I address him without taking my gaze away from the window, the tension in the air thickening.
“You better be taking me back to my hotel, Reign.”
“You’re coming back with me, Charley.”
My eyes flash to him and I narrow them.
“I don’t think so.”
He calmly raises an eyebrow at me before tilting his head to the side.
“You have no fucking choice. I’m going to fuck you up.”
His expressionless face and unwavering, filthy words send a jolt of desire through me, causing my thighs to press together because of the involuntary throb growing in my pussy. My pulse quickens at the thought of him unleashing on me after all these months, how ruthless he would be, and I force my eyes away before he can see the affect, he still has on me.
I sit there, speechless, my throat dry and my mind spinning in circles as the nightlife of NYC whizzes past the tinted window beside me. Despite trying to think of anything I can do to stop what’s about to happen between us, deep down, I know that as soon as we're alone, I'll fold like I haven't grown a fucking backbone after all this time. And he knows it too. Fuck.
When the car finally stops, I notice right away that we are not at his and Chaos's mansion; we're in the heart of the city, surrounded by skyscrapers. He gets out before me, and as I gather my bag, he opens the door beside me, stepping aside to allow me to exit. I maintain intense eye contact with him as I pass him and then glance around as he closes the door before placing his hand low on my back, guiding me into a building.
As we enter, I take in the luxurious interior decorated with dark shades of gray and gold, immediately suspecting that this is an apartment building. When we step into an elevator together, he leans over to press the button for the top floor and as the doors begin to close, I finally speak up.
“You moved home”
As we stand side by side, he towers over me like a giant, making me feel small, his eyes fixed on the numbers above the door, silently counting the floors as we ascend.
“I still have the mansion. I just don’t like being there anymore. It’s far too big for just one person.”
I lower my eyes, fiddling with my bag as I consider his words. I can understand why he doesn’t want to be there alone. Once Chaos died, I even felt uncomfortable being there as well; it was not the same as it once was.
“You fucking smoke now?”
I roll my eyes before gazing forward.
“Sometimes, but only recently.”
He peers down at me before the elevator suddenly comes to a stop.
“You’ve changed Lil Chaos. You’ve become rebellious.”
A small smile graces my lips as the door opens and he exits first. I follow him as he heads toward the only door up here at the end of the short corridor. As we stop in front of it, he enters a code before it opens with a click, and he presses down on the handle. Our eyes lock as he swings the door open, gesturing with his tattooed hand that I enter first. I inhale deeply, a shiver scurrying up my spine before I draw my eyes forward and step inside.
As I walk in, my eyes widen as I look around at the space. It's huge, with towering, mirrored ceilings reflecting the richness of the room and making it appear even bigger. The sleek black tiles on the floor gleam under the soft spotlights above, and the floor-to-ceiling windows show a breathtaking view of New York City’s night. The walls are painted matte black which merge well with the plush, gray couches and splashes of black and silver ornaments scattered throughout the modern room.
A stunning spiral staircase commands attention in the center, leading up to a second floor which likely leads to his bedroom. I glance to my right to see the spacious, dark open kitchen, and it has a magnificent silver chandelier suspended above the marble black island in the center.
Reign striding past me draws my attention away from my surroundings, and I find myself mesmerized by his every movement. As he heads towards the kitchen, I observe as he draws his suit jacket down his muscular arms, his polished shoes tapping against the gleaming tiles. My gaze involuntarily drifts to his ass in his snug fitted black pants, and I release a heavy exhale before quickly redirecting my focus ahead.
The difference in our sizes has always been apparent—his towering stature compared to my more petite frame—but I have never minded tilting my head back to meet his enigmatic brown eyes. He is a big man, in structure and in dick size. I haven’t forgotten how he can make me come endlessly with all those piercings that ladder his length.
To take my mind off my filthy thoughts, I make a move into his living room, glancing around before setting my bag on the soft couch, then head to the towering windows and come to halt infront of them. I soak up the sight of the beautiful nightlife, a slight orange hue surrounding the city on the horizon.
When his presence becomes apparent behind me, I turn my head to look at him and he offers me a glass of wine. I face him, taking it from his hand before he brings his whiskey to his lips. We make eye contact as I take a sip before he raises his chin, his eyes now moving down me.
“How have you been?”
I give a small nod, wrapping my hands tightly around my glass.
“Good, you?”
