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The rest of the interview goes fairly quickly. We play some games and I answer more questions, and then I head into the audience to take pictures and sign autographs before waving and heading backstage. As soon as I do, I drop my shoulders, but my smile stays in place.
The last interview I did was like a rapid-fire inquisition, trying to trip me up and make me the bad guy. Clips still circulate of edited footage, trying to make me into a horrible person, but this was good.
It was great.
Another fear conquered.
Another challenge completed.
Now it’s time to finish the music.
TWENTY-ONE
The dressing room door shuts, and I slump back on the sofa. I left the guys outside, needing a moment. Interviews like this take it out of me and I never know why, other than I feel like I’m pretending to be another person. It used to eat me up, but now I know better, and I can’t let guilt rule my life. If I were a man, they would call me smart, a forward thinker, a boss, so fuck guilt. I’d rather enjoy the time I have on this earth, and I know better than anyone how quickly it can all be taken away.
My hand drifts to my hip, but I quickly snatch it away when the door opens. I expect Raff or even someone from the show, but Dal stands in the doorway. He shuts it behind him and stares at me. The intensity of Dal’s gaze always puts me on high alert. Even without words, I can see what he’s thinking.
He’s all raw masculinity and strength, and right now, it’s all directed at me.
“Everything okay?” I ask, my voice breathless.
Without a word, he heads my way, not stopping until I tilt my head back to meet his eyes. A gasp leaves my lips when his hand darts out and grips my chin. His thumb sweeps over my lower lip as I swallow.
“Dal?” I whisper, watching his eyes blow at hearing his name on my tongue.
“Your song,” he murmurs. “I heard every word. I felt every word. You aren’t just a singer, Reign; you’re a master. You have a way of reaching into someone’s head and heart and ripping them out. You make them feel everything. How do you do that? How do you make me feel anything at all? Every breath you take is like a hammer against the organ in my chest. I worry about you every moment of every day. Are you hungry? Are you tired? Angry? Sad? Are you lonely? Is that crack going to trip you? Are you going to fumble? It’s exhausting, but I can’t seem to care, not with you looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like I am everything you have been waiting for, because, Reign, you are everything I didn’t even know I was searching for and I’m tired of trying to figure out why. You sang for them, for you, and now you’re going to sing in here for me.”
“I—”
His hand covers my mouth and my eyes widen. “I don’t want you to fake it, not with me.” My heart stops at the truth in his eyes. He sees into me. “When you sing in here, it will be because you can’t do anything but.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. Luckily, he doesn’t expect a response. Something links Dal and me together, and he knows without words what I’m feeling. My exhaustion quickly turns to desire for him. I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him standing above me, when he hauled me out of the pool. Unlike the others, whom I can laugh and joke with, there’s always a knowing look in Dal’s eyes, one I avoid because he sees too much, but right now, I couldn’t prevent this any more than I could stop the music in my soul.
Maybe it’s time to start feeling again.
My tongue darts out and licks his thumb, and it’s the only response he needs. He drops to his knees before me.
His eyes feast on me as his hands slide my outfit up, exposing my legs. His gaze drops to my skin, and it’s only then I realize I was holding my breath, and it comes out in a pant as I suck in much needed air.
Dal has this magnetism about him, an air of danger I can’t help but crave, and with it all directed toward me, I’m helpless.
“Do you know how many times I have imagined you spread open for me?” he murmurs, his voice soft and reverent. “I have never given anyone a second thought, but you drive me crazy, Reign. You’re all I think about every waking second. Every time you speak, I imagine what your lips feel like. Every time you move, I imagine how you will move with me buried inside you.” My eyes widen. “I can’t sleep, can’t eat. All I can do is think about you. My whole world revolves around you. You own me completely. My body is yours, but first, I want to enjoy you. I want to do all the depraved things I have imagined.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
My pussy actually pulses at his words, leaving me wet just from a dirty promise.
“Will you let me, Reign?” he purrs, dragging his nose along my thigh, down my calf, and up my foot until his eyes meet mine once more. “Will you let me act out all my depraved, sick fantasies on you?”
“Yes.” I clear my throat since it’s just a whisper. “Yes, fuck yes.”
He could ask me to bend over in the middle of the stage and I would. I would do anything to have him.
His tongue follows the path his nose took until his teeth dig into the thick edge of my thigh. The sharp pain makes me cry out, even as I throw my other leg over his shoulder, waiting to see what he will do next.
