Page 58 of Madness & Mayhem
I let out a shiver as phantom pains of the cold water lashing across my body come back to me. “You couldn’t warn me?” I growl.
He leans over the tub, turning on the water. The pipes groan, the faucet sputtering before a weak spray of water shoots out. “I know you better than that, baby Lake. You would’ve never gone along with it if I told you what I was going to do.”
This is true.
“I could’ve died,” I whisper.
He steps over to me, grabbing onto the waistband of my pants. He rips them over my hips, crouching down to take my boots off and tear my pants over my feet. “We both would’ve died if we got caught. We just did a triple murder, Lakyn.”
I take a shallow breath, knowing it’s possibly the truth. It doesn’t hurt any less, though, physically or mentally.
The bathroom grows warm, and my erratic trembles turn to small shivers. He shoves my clothes to the side and stands up, taking his own clothes off. His shoulder has stopped bleeding where the bullet grazed him, and I brush my fingers against it, but he flinches. “I’m fine,” he growls.
He tosses his clothes on top of mine before stepping up to me. Wrapping his arms once again around my waist, he hauls my body to his. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
I tilt my head back, my cool hair trickling across my shoulder blades. He lifts his hand, removing my mask from the top of my head and tossing it onto the ground. “We’ll have to get out of here soon, you know.”
He grabs me by the waist, lifting me into his arms as he steps toward the tub. The spray is warm as it pelts my body. Reign reaches out, grabbing onto the edge of the shower curtain and pulling it closed, encasing us in the dim light.
“I thought you said we were safe here,” I murmur, dropping my head to his shoulder as the spray warms my back.
“We are, and we will be, at least for a little while. But sooner or later they will scope out this entire forest, and we need to be long gone by then.”
I tighten my legs and arms around him, leaning my head back to look him in the eyes. His eyes are dark, possessive, protective.
“Where will we go?” I whisper.
His hand reaches out, and he brings his thumb to my jawline. He grabs a droplet of water that’s trickling down my skin, blocking it with his thumb. My breathing picks up as he watches me, his eyes flaring with a darkness that’ll lead to more blood spilt, only this time it’ll be mine.
“We could go anywhere we want. South America, Alaska. Wherever you want,” he rumbles from deep in his chest. He bends down, his scratchy jaw itching my cheek.
He brings his fingers to my hair, clenching them tightly in his grip and pulling my head back, letting the water filter through my messy strands.
“I want to go wherever you will be,” I moan, enjoying the warmth seep into my bones. They begin to thaw, and the pain dissipates with Reign’s body against mine.
“We can go anywhere, or everywhere.” He takes a step forward, until I’m no longer in the spray, but he is. My spine presses against the tiled wall, and he pins me against the cool tiles with his hips. I can feel his throbbing erection between my legs, needy and hungry for me.
My hand lifts to his hair, and I run my fingers through the warm, wet strands, pulling them away from his face as I look him in the eyes. “Everywhere,” I whisper.
He leans down, his lips pressing against mine. My mouth opens with a gasp, and he slides his tongue between my lips. I moan into his mouth, and his teeth sink down in my lower lip as he drops a hand between us. I can feel as he lines himself up with me, and his hips shift forward, he cock entering me in one smooth thrust.
My head tilts back, knocking against the wall as a moan escapes my throat. His lips nudge against my throat, his teeth baring as he bites down gently, followed by a swipe of his warm tongue. His hips begin to move, grinding against me until my body shifts against the wall. Bringing his hands to mine, he grabs my wrists, hauling them above my head. He opens my fingers, wrapping them around the faucet of the shower. His fingers come down around mine, pinning them tightly against the warm metal. “Hold on tight, baby Lake.”
I do as I’m told, gripping the shower head tightly as he begins to move quickly. My body slams backward, and each moan that escapes my chest echoes through the shower. The steam fills up in our little hidden cove, making breathing difficult, my body shivering, not with cold this time but an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
He drops his hands from my wrists, and I keep hold of the faucet as he brings his hands to my hips, burrowing his fingers into my skin and bruising me, marking me.
His hand shifts forward, until his fingers brush against the wound above my mound. His initials, ones that will be marked there for the rest of eternity. “Mine, baby Lake. You’ve always been mine.”
I nod my head, too overwhelmed to speak with the way he fills me so completely, until I can feel him in my stomach, stretching my walls, hitting every single sensitive spot in my being
“I could never get enough of you,” he growls, his thumb pressing into the scar. I let out a cry, the pain somehow bordering on pleasure.
“Fuck, Reign. It feels so good,” I moan.
He slams into me harder, until the shower curtain vibrates with our thrusts. He turns manic, wild as he fucks me ruthlessly underneath the warm spray of the shower.
He grows impossibly harder inside of me, until a tinge of pain hits me. “Come for me, Lakyn. Come now,” he groans.