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Archer steps up to me, his fingers gripping my chin. He pulls me closer, until his growl is coasting over my face. “You’re testing my fucking patience, Lakyn.”
My jaw clenches, and I curl my hands into fists at my sides. “I didn’t come here to fight, Archer.”
His eyes drop to my heaving chest, sliding down my creamy stomach. “If you didn’t want a fight, maybe you should have worn something that will actually cover your body.”
I step away from him, my back bumping straight into Reign. “Is this the type of shit you’ve been wearing the past few years?” His finger slips under the strap of my bralette, and he lets it go, snapping my shoulder. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lakyn?”
I spin around, glaring at him. “You haven’t been here in years, Reign. Don’t you dare say a fucking thing about what I’m wearing.”
His hand drops to my waist, his fingers tightening on my bare skin, marking me. “I’ll say anything I want to, baby Lake. When it comes to you, I’m going to saywhatever the hellI want.”
Posie steps up, pulling me away from Reign. “We were on our way to get a drink before we were rudely interrupted. Can we please go inside now?”
Kyler steps up to us, his arm going around Posie’s shoulders. “Yeah, Pose. Let’s go inside.”
They start walking away, and Reign curls his arm around my neck, burrowing his fingers into my messy hair. He grips my nape tightly, tilting my head until I’m staring him in the eyes.
“Don’t play games with me, baby.”
I gasp, my eyes focusing on his lips. They’re plump and delicious, and he looks so fucking good standing in front of me. “I’m not playing any games with you.”
He smirks, and as my lungs constrict, he leans down, his lips grazing my jaw. My skin flushes warm, and my hands instinctively go out, gripping his arms as he makes me feel off-balance.
His hand slides down my throat, between my breasts, until he reaches my stomach. It feels like it’s only us here, wrapped in this heady bubble of need and want, exploding angst and longing.
When he pulls me backward, I stumble into his arms, heading toward the tree line.
“Where are you taking me?” I mumble, drunk on him.
He says nothing, his eyes darkening, enrapturing me and holding me hostage. The lights and sounds of the party fade away as he pulls me into the forest, hauling me against a tree. My back slams against the trunk, my back scratching along the rough bark.
His hands grip my waist, and I know we’re about to cross a line I promised myself I’d never cross. I promised Archer, once upon a time, that I’d never go down this road with Reign again.
Reign causes destruction. Absolution. A path that will leave me in shambles, but Reign has that effect on me.
I’d rather be in pieces with him than be whole without him. He brings me chaos and I thrive within it. He pulls me into the dark and I’m happily blind. I want to be wild with him, because without him to guide me through the dark, I’m hopelessly lost.
His fingers tighten around my waist, burrowing into my skin. They bruise me exactly how I crave, and I press up on my toes, my nose brushing his jaw. “You’re so wrong for me,” I whisper.
He growls, his fingers lifting to the strap of my top. Staring into my eyes, he gives it a small tug, pulling it down my shoulder. It drapes over my forearm, my naked skin gleaming in the moonlight, barely noticeable through the thick trees.
“You don’t want right, Lakyn. You want wrong,” he mutters low in his throat before bending over, dragging his teeth along my shoulder. My eyelids grow heavy, and I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.
“You want me to destroy you, because I’m the only one that knows how to put you back together. You’re wild, Lakyn, and I’m the only one that can tame you.”
I press my thighs together, a flood of warmth tingling between my thighs. His hand goes to the cup of my bralette, and he yanks it down, my bare breast popping free.
Growling, he leans into my face. “You need me, Lakyn. Tell me the words.”
My head tilts back, and I stare at the tops of the evergreens, my nipples peaking at the cool air. His warm palm covers my breast, and he gives it a squeeze, the rough pads of his fingers grazing against my smooth skin.
“You’ve always been the most beautiful girl in the world, Lakyn. You know that?” he rasps.
I whimper, arching into his hand. Wanting more. Needing every piece of him.
“I used to want everyone to know you belonged to me. I wanted them jealous, foaming at the mouth.” His fingers go up, until he wraps his fingers around my throat. “But you’ve grown more beautiful, and it’s fucking painful to look at you. I no longer want the world to see your beauty, Lakyn. I want to keep it to myself. I want to lock you up and keep your magnificence for only me to admire and worship.”
His words twist me up inside until I feel myself tearing at the seams. I let out a whimper as he leans forward, his lips pressing above my breasts, then lowering until they secure around my nipple. He pulls it into his mouth, his canines sinking into my skin.
