“You fucking animal, you might have just killed him!”
When I draw back, we peer over at Malik, who is being treated on the floor by on-site doctors, and then his eyes return to mine, expressionless.
“Fucking good; now don't we have a party to go to?”
Icheck my phone to see what time it is as I prepare for the party with Lucy in Chaos' room.
“Any word from Cody?”
She gives a little shake of her head.
“If we haven't heard from them, it must have gone well, right?”
As I give a nod, I feel a sense of unease. Despite spending all my nights with Reign this week, I still don't fully understand him. I've never seen him fight, nor have I looked into his stats. This lack of knowledge leaves me unsure of what to expect from his fight tonight.
Throughout the week, Reign did what he promised and satisfied me in every way imaginable. However, he was adamant about not allowing me to pleasure him in return and told me that having sex before a big fight is unfavorable for fighters and that the longer, he doesn't fuck, the more aggressive he becomes, which I respected.
Despite feeling safe and comfortable with Reign, there's a lingering sense of distance between us. Unlike Chaos, who is open and expressive, Reign keeps his emotions guarded. Yet, I find solace in his presence. He exudes a sense of stability and control that I admire whereas Chaos injects energy and excitement into my life, lifting my spirits with his humor. They both seem to balance me out perfectly.
They both know how to pleasure me beyond my imagination, which is why I believe I have been greedy about wanting both men in my life, but I am unsure what will happen now that Chaos has returned. Does this mean I won't be able to see Reign anymore? Is it just going to be me only seeing him when Chaos is out of the city? When Lucy speaks again, I look at her in the mirror behind me.
“How long will you be?”
“I just need to finish drying my hair.”
She nods and moves toward the door.
“I'll meet you downstairs?”
“Okay.”
I can hear the distant base of the loud music from downstairs reverberating and thumping through the mansion when sheopens the door. I sigh while staring at myself in the mirror as soon as the door is shut. I pick up the hair dryer and continue drying my long hair until all the moisture has vanished.
I rise from the chair, smoothing out my dress and slipping into my tall heels before heading towards the door. Just as I open it, Reign walks past, his demeanor aloof as he strides towards his bedroom. I watch him for a moment before closing Chaos' door behind me, then softly call out to him.
“Hey.”
He promptly comes to a stop, giving me a sideways glance over his shoulder before I move forward a few paces.
“How did it go? Did you win?”
He glances forward for a second before turning around and facing me and I notice he doesn’t look injured at all. His enigmatic eyes wander down my body inspecting what I am wearing, and he raises an eyebrow before taking a few steps in my direction.
As he towers over me, he snatches my throat violently and flings me against the wall. His dominance causes me to bite my lower lip and instinctively raise my chin as he squeezes with more force. His face comes closer to mine, his forearm resting on the wall above me and his dark, intense gaze shifts to my lips before returning to meet mine.
“Of course I won; I became extremely frustrated after eating your delicious fucking pussy all week.”
I smirk slightly before he gradually releases my throat, stands tall, and peers down at me.
“But I'm no longer in fucking training. Prepare that pretty cunt of yours.”
He quirks an eyebrow, expressionless, before averting his eyes and striding away. While I melt against the wall, I observe his every move until he disappears into his bedroom. I draw a deep breath, pushing myself off the wall and advance downstairs.
Navigating through the bustling mansion, I weave through the crowd of dancing young adults, my eyes scanning the sea of faces in search of Chaos. The cacophony of music and chatter fills the air, making it hard to concentrate. I can't shake the feeling of discomfort that comes with being surrounded by so many people.
After making my way to the kitchen, my attention is drawn to Lucy and then to Chaos, who is smoking a joint while leaning against the kitchen counter. I continue until I reach the kitchen's minimal clearing. When his eyes finally meet mine, he elevates his chin and extends his hand to me.
As I accept it, his eyes absorb me, and he yanks me into him with force. I stand between his open legs and throw my arms around the back of his neck as soon as my body collides with his, while he continues to relax against the counter. He offers me a seductive smirk before bending his head to one side, and as soon as his lips touch mine, we start making out.
