“It's not funny.”
I turn to look at her with a big smile, noticing her cheeks now pink with shame and I squeeze the curves of her ass into my hands.
“Yeah, it fucking is.”
She rolls her pretty green eyes, and as I withdraw, she instinctively places her arm over her bare tits. I reach down onto the floor and grab her t-shirt before handing it to her with a grin. I watch as she hastily puts it on and then jumps off the counter before passing me. I raise an eyebrow while following her, taking big strides to catch up with her pace until I am leaning down and wrapping my arms around her midsection, causing her to stop.
I drag her back into my chest and dip my head to speak into her ear through clenched teeth.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
When she remains silent, I move one of my hands to her tit and my other travels downward until I am rubbing her pussy over the t-shirt.
“I’m far from done with you yet.”
She flings her head back onto my shoulder as I savage her neck with my tongue, crumbling to desire as usual, and she whispers while grabbing my wrist in an attempt to stop me.
“We’ve got things to do, Chaos.”
She's right; I have got things to do. Reign fights in less than three hours and I need to get over there asap to support my brother, but I can’t keep my hands off this fucking chick. I nip at her jaw with a growl before wrapping my arms around her again and lifting her off the ground.
“Yeah, we do have things to do. My dick back inside your cunt.”
After getting out of the shower, I dress in a velvety black shirt that I leave unbuttoned, tight black jeans, and some sneakers. As I style my hair in the mirror, I can sense Charley sitting on the foot of my bed with nothing but a towel around her naked, wet body, observing my every move.
As soon as I finish, I turn around to face her. Her eyes roam down my body, and a smile graces her lips. I meet her gaze as I approach, maintaining a neutral expression. I lower myself, gently guiding her to recline on the bed until I'm hovering over her, my hands planted firmly by her head. With a smirk, I look down at her, my eyes tracing over her face.
“Make sure you wear something pretty for me tonight.”
She reaches up, softly smiling, and places her palm on the side of my neck.
“Sure.”
I lean in and press my lips firmly against hers, before recapturing them. I linger there for a moment, then pull back slightly, shadowing over her as I search her captivating eyes.
“I'll see you real soon, beautiful.”
She smiles while biting her lower lip as I withdraw entirely before turning around, heading for the door andshout back.
“I'll see you at the fucking party.”
After some time spent in the back of a car in New York traffic, I finally arrive at the enormous, abandoned warehouse. I climb out of the door beside me before slamming it shut, and I turn around to see everybody else entering the building. Luxury vehicles are strewn around as wealthy criminals gather and stroll inside together.
The bright lights cast a radiant glow from below, illuminating the massive structure and imbuing it with an aura of significance, befitting its status as an important event in the Elite world.
Fortunately, when I attend these venues, I don't have to worry about fans following me around; instead, I can just chill and blend in with an underworld of fucking mobsters just as I am. Approaching the side entrance, I'm greeted by two security guards who acknowledge me with a nod before unlocking the door and granting me entry.
I travel down a dimly lit corridor until I reach the room where I know Reign will be, and then I enter. As soon as I go in, I notice Reign sitting, our fathers in the middle of the huge room, and Cody at the far end. I raise my chin to Reign as he lifts his head, closing the door behind me, but my gaze shifts to my Pa when he moves toward me with a stern look.
“Where the fuck were you today? The fact that you skipped your birthday meal has driven your ma insane.”
I raise an eyebrow and casually shrug my shoulders while forcing my hands into the front of my tight jean's pockets.
“I have been in Vegas, and I haven't been back long. Besides, I am not fucking ten years old anymore, so who the fuck needs birthday dinners?”
He takes a step forward while maintaining steady eye contact at my level, and I raise my chin, completely composed.
“It's a fucking tradition in our family, you stupid fuck, but you already know that.”
