His warm palms slide up the curve of my back and then down again until one reaches my ass and squeezes it tightly. As we violently kiss, oblivious to anyone who sees us, he smacks my assbefore gripping it again with a growl that I feel tremble down my throat and send a thrill through to my core.
When I break off, I smile at him before turning around and leaning my back against his front. As he smokes his joint and I drink, one of his arms rests around my midsection. We interact with people until I notice Reign walking through the crowd, and everyone moves out of his way without hesitation.
As he approaches, his tall figure is outlined by the snug shirt and fitted trousers and his eyes briefly meet mine. Chaos must have noticed his brother as well, since Reign averts his eyes and raises his chin to him above me. I observe as he engages in conversation with the tight-knit group, including Chaos, maintaining a casual demeanor.
It's funny because I feel like I want to greet both men when they enter a room, but I am limited to just one in public. My relationship with Chaos, if you can call it that, is much more visible around people he knows and trusts, but Reign is like my filthy little secret. I feel like I am cheating every time I'm around him as if it's prohibited, but I'm not sure why since I'm not tied down to either of them; I believe my relationship with Chaos is casual, as is my relationship with Reign. In a nutshell, I have no idea what the fuck is going on between the three of us, but for the time being, I'm simply enjoying my time between them both.
After a few hours of complete craziness, the atmosphere in the house shifts and things begin to spiral out of control; fights persist, things are smashed, and I can feel Chaos's rage spilling out as if he is not enjoying his birthday one bit. I am slightly tipsy after making another drink and standing between Chaos' legs and he is looking down at me, a joint glowing between his lips.
“Are you alright? I feel like you are stressed.”
He takes his joint from his lips before lowering his head and speaking into my ear.
“I'll let you in on a little secret. I fucking hate parties.”
My eyes widen from his confession as I turn my head.
“You do?”
I speak again once he gives a tiny nod.
“So why are you having one?”
He shrugs his shoulders before returning to my ear.
“I grew out of this bullshit years ago, but it's expected of me in my career to keep up with the youth, but I'd rather have you upstairs on our own, away from all this shit.”
I smile before turning my head, glancing at his lips.
“End the party.”
His gaze travels over my face, and he lifts an eyebrow.
“Was that some kind of fucking demand?”
I giggle a little, and he presses his lips on mine.
“If I do that, I expect to get something in return for my birthday.”
My brow knits and I pause before responding into his mouth.
“Oh yeah, and what's that?”
He kisses my lips forcibly once more while squeezing my ass with his fingers and then bites on his words against them.
“Yes, or fucking no?”
We search each other's eyes, and I give a slight nod.
“Fucking say it, Charley. Say you'll be obedient and do as you're told tonight.”
I contemplate, peering deeply into his dark orbs, and feel a slight flutter in my stomach.
“I'll be a good girl and do as I am told tonight.”
His jaw tenses, his eyes darkening before he withdraws and he glances over at the DJ, motioning for him to turn the music off. I hear everyone's weeps and groans erupt in the air as soon as the lights turn on and the music ends. Reign suddenly shouts, as if he understands what this implies, and my body leaps at the sound of his powerful voice.
“The party is over! Get the fuck out!”
