Page 93 of Indulge
I hear him curse before his mouth is claiming mine again.
Not a kiss. A possession.
The kind that leaves me trembling even after his lips pull away.
When the tremors fade, I open my eyes.
His hand still around my throat, his thumb tracing the frantic beat of my pulse. “See that?” he whispers. “That’s mine now.”
My body melts against him, a mix of exhaustion and something dangerously close to belonging.
But the moment I close my eyes, I see Rowan again, his smirk, his heat, his darkness.
And that single thought—what if it was both of them—snaps through me like a second wave of electricity.
Reggie catches it instantly. He leans in, his voice a growl at my ear.
His grip tightens around my throat, enough to make my ears ring. “You thinkin’ about him?”
I freeze. Blinking at him like I’ve just been caught. I don’t know how to answer. Do I tell him I’m imagining him and his brother fucking me? Surely not.
He chuckles darkly. “Yeah. You are.”
His teeth graze my neck. “You better pray I never give you that fantasy, Princess. You wouldn’t survive it.”
The words sear through me, leaving my body trembling again, half from fear, half from the wicked, impossible hope that maybe… he’s right.
I’d want them to break me into a million pieces—so they can be the ones to put me back together again.
“I don’t think any of us would,” I whisper.
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REGGIE
She’s still shaking beneath me, every breath a tremor I can feel through my palms.
Her eyes are glassy, her lips parted, the kind of beautiful that makes a man forget what mercy is.
I should move. I should give her space.
But I don’t.
Because I can’t.
I drag my thumb over her throat, feeling her pulse still hammering against my skin.
It’s the most dangerous feeling I know. It’s proof she’s alive, proof I could break her.
And God help me, I want to.
She doesn’t even realize what she does to me when she looks at me like that. It’s the look that makes men start wars. And I’ve already lost mine.
She whispered his name once. Not loud. Just a breath. I’m not sure she even knew she did it. But I heard it.
Rowan.
My brother. We share everything—money, blood, the same darkness. But her? I don’t know if I can.
