Page 261 of Chaos Kills

But she sure as hell would leave me.

FIFTY-NINE

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I needto stop allowing this to happen.

I have to put my foot down and demand that he listen, because if he doesn’t, we’re going to spiral down the same path we’re on, and I hate it.

It’s rocky and rough, the terrain hurts, and the whiplash from how quickly his loathing for me turns to sheer lust.

And I’m surprised it hasn’t snapped my fucking head off yet.

However, the brush of his lips against the column of my throat pries all the taut stress out of my body. The firm grip on my hip that’s currently kneading the flesh there through the thin material of my dress only makes my skin grow hotter.

I can’t find the right words to tell him to stop. Or the tingling sensation of goosebumps prickling at my skin with each lash of his tongue against my flesh to cease. My lungs aren’t getting enough oxygen because my body wants this. It wishes for a time before. It craves a moment of utter peace and silence while I continue to stand pressed up against a wall in a secluded room, only making this harder on myself when reality comes crashing back in and slaps me in the face.

“Reeve,” I croak out, balling my hands into fists around his neck because all my fingers want to do is reach down between usand stroke his hard cock through his dress pants. “We need to stop.”

“We need to come,” he mutters back, giving the column of my throat one long and devious little suck to coax me into forgetting the fact that, when this is all over, he’s going to go straight back to hating me.

“You just bitched at me last week about staying away from you.”

He hums his agreement or regret but doesn’t confirm which it is.

Which only leads me to be more confused than I was before. If he’s coming back around or if we can mend this back to being friends.

Fuck being friends.

Yet, I’ll take what I can get because the darker side of Reeve isn’t my favorite, and I’m over being the villain in his story.

Even though I am.

“Reeve, please,” I beg, needing my thoughts about me and for one of us to be sensible.

“I hate when you beg,” he divulges plainly, as if we’re having a normal conversation while his lips are tasting and driving me into a comatose state. “I love that you just take without any fucks given. That you secure the bag when it’s something you want.”

“I just want you to listen to me.”

“I am.” The tip of his nose glides up to my ear as his warm breath skims across it. “I answered you, didn’t I, McQueen?”

“You know what I want.”

“I’ve heard you, and it changes nothing. I can’t fall back into you.” His tongue lashes out again against my flesh. and a soft moan leaves my lips. “I’m stuck awake at night thinking about you when I’m not high enough to obliterate you away. And sometimes…” His teeth softly sink into my lobe, drawing downward and scraping torturously across my skin. He’sdeflecting, and I’m feeling, which means I’m the weakest link here. “I wanna stay up and not dream of you. Of what we could’ve been together.”

“You don’t have to like me anymore, Reevie, but—” His palm slams into the drywall next to my head and shuts me the fuck up.

“Don’tcall me that andstoptrying to fix this. Leave me be, McQueen.” His words hiss through his teeth, all but warning me that our ride is over, and I need to stop trying to jump the damn battery to bring it back to life.

“No.”

Okay, so not even I listen to myself.

I’m not good at second-guessing or thinking if I should just fuck off completely and permit Reeve to do whatever he wants.

Instead, I’m pretty fucking adamant about him coming back to me.

With a husband.

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