My brows furrow with confusion while I shake my head, then turn the doorknob and enter. Once I close Chaos' bedroom door, I rest my forehead against it, exhaling a tense breath I had not realized I was holding.
“Why is your ass red?”
The sound of Chaos' deep voice behind me causes my body to jump, and I slowly turn around to face him. When I find he is leaning back against the headboard in bed, now wide awake and smoking a joint, I shift on my feet, caressing my upper arm with my palm. He waits for my response, his hard gaze fixed on me, but I honestly don't know what to fucking say. Reign is his brother, and I do not want to create any friction between them. Because of my deafening silence, he quirks an eyebrow and then places his joint between his lips before motioning with his hands.
“Come the fuck here.”
I take slow steps forward until I am beside the bed, next to him, and he grabs the small of my waist, effortlessly lifting me. I straddle him as he lowers me onto his crotch and his greedy eyes wander down my body as he pulls the joint from his lips with his fingers.
“You're such a scared little thing.”
As I answer, I straighten my back.
“I'm not scared.”
When his gaze catches mine, he calmly sets his joint aside and then rests his warm palms upon my thighs before firmly moving them up to my hips and giving them an intense squeeze, pulling on the skin. As soon as I gasp from the slight pain, he responds between clenched teeth.
“So, tell me why the fuck your ass is red before I make it redder.”
I attempt to swallow the dryness that is suddenly in my throat while I stare at him wide-eyed, but when I finally gain confidence, I just spit it out.
“Reign whipped me.”
His brows lift, and a smirk creeps over his lips before he glances aside, and I continue.
“I watched him getting head from his girlfriend, and he caught me.”
His eyes shift to mine immediately, and I brace myself for removal from his house, but he does the total opposite; he chuckles. I cock my head to the side, perplexed by his reaction, and when he comes to a stop, he smirks while elevating his chin.
“You'll be joining us tonight at my parents' lake house for the weekend.”
“What?”
He carefully glides his hand up the center of my body, between my breasts, observing where it goes until he has a firm hold on my throat and his eyes lock on mine.
“They are the consequences of your filthy fucking actions, Charley.”
Before I can reply, he bucks his hips, causing me to fall on the bed, and he regains his hard grip on my throat, pinning me to the mattress while looming over me. I bite my bottom lip as he flexes his hips and rubs his cock against my pussy, both our eyes wild with desire, and my heart races in my chest. His gloomy gaze moves down my body as he speaks, continuing his torment.
“As the old saying fucking goes…
His eyes quickly return to mine.
“Bad girls are made to be punished, after all.”
My breathing quickens, arousal peeking inside of me, and I squirm beneath him, but he keeps me bound.
“You're not as innocent as you believe, Charley. Perhaps you're much braver than you fucking realize.”
He brings his face down, presses his lips against mine, and grits his teeth.
“I'm curious to see how brave you can really be.”
“What exactly does this punishment entail?”
He smirks devilishly before abruptly withdrawing and standing off the bed, but on the way, he snatches my wrist and yanks me to stand rapidly before hunching down and tossing me over his big shoulder. I squeak as he squeezes my bare ass cheek, followed by a sharp smack before he walks me towards his bedroom door and opens it.
He carries me up the corridor, my long hair obscuring my view as it sways with each step, but I swat it out of the way as soon as I hear Chaos speak.
