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“Reign, no!” I almost shout, despite knowing that the whole world is outside, including my parents.
But like him, I don’t care about my parents anymore.
Fuck my parents. Fuck everyone.
I only care about him.
I only care about this crazy guy who’s saying such crazy things.
Jealous things.
“I had to watch you,” he rasps.
“Oh God, Reign, listen —”
“Didn’t think I’d survive it this time,” he says, his voice pure gravel. “Didn’t think I’d be able to take it. I was… I need to go out there and kill him. I need to —”
“No, you need to stay here. With me.”
“And make you watch.”
“Reign, no.”
He leans closer. “I can do that, you know. I’d fucking love to do that. I’d fuckingloveto just rip his head off and throw it at your feet. And then,” he pauses as his hand on my waist slides up and pulls at my braid, stretching my neck back. “Then I’d love to fuck you, Echo. I’d love to fuck you right next to his dead body.Onthe dead body of the guy you’re supposed to be with. The guy I’ve killedjust becauseyou’re supposed to be with him and not me.”
I don’t know what to do here.
I don’t know if I should tell him that I’m not.
That instead of breaking all ties with him, I broke all ties with my ex-boyfriend. I broke them and I’m never ever going back. I’m never ever leaving him, my Bandit.
Who’ll leave me first.
Who’ll leave me right now if I tell him.
That I don’t love Lucas. I love him.
But he doesn’t give me a chance to do anything at all as he keeps going, lost in his jealousy. “Actually, I should’ve killed him the first time you kissed him. Should’ve killed him because he got your mouth first.”
I cradle his scratched and scraped cheeks. “I never kissed him the way I kiss you.”
It’s the truth.
The kind that I can give him.
And I’m glad about that. That I can give him at least this much.
“Yeah? And what way is that?”
With love.
Pure and unadulterated,sicklove.
“T-the way that says I’m going to die if I don’t get your mouth.”
He chuckles harshly, pulling harder at my braid. “You’re fucking drama, aren’t you?” A hard kiss. “My pretty fucking drama queen.”
“Yes, yours,” I whisper.
