Page 65 of Endo
“Why do you look so serious?” she asks, laughing softly.
I lean against the doorframe to the ensuite bathroom, crossing my arms. “Because you’ve been avoiding me.”
Her laugh fades, and she looks down at her hands. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“Bullshit.”
Her head snaps up, and for a second, there’s fire in her eyes. But then she shrugs, the tension in her shoulders melting away. “Okay, maybe a little.”
I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to say more, but she doesn’t. Instead, she shifts on the bed, kicking off her sandals and leaning back on her hands. The motion causing the top of her bikini to ride up slightly, revealing just enough to show the gentle curve along the underside of her tits.
“What are we doing here, Lena?” I ask, my voice lower than I intended.
Her lips curve into a sly smile. “I don’t know, Reign. Whatarewe doing here?”
She’s playing with fire, and she knows it.
When she stands, the space between us shrinks until she’s close enough to touch. Her fingers trail lightly over the front of my shirt, her gaze lifting to meet mine. “You’re too serious,” she murmurs, her voice teasing. “Relax a little.”
“Lena,” I warn, my tone sharp.
But she doesn’t stop. Her hand slides higher, over my chest, and when her fingers brush the side of my neck, I grab her wrist.
“You’re drunk,” I say flatly.
“So?”
“So, I’m not doing this when you’re like this.”
Her smile falters, and for a second, she looks genuinely surprised. Then, she narrows her eyes, pulling her wrist free. “Fine. I’ll just find someone else, then. I have needs, you know.”
That’s it.
Before she can take another step, I grab her by the throat, backing her against the door with a firm, unyielding grip. My fingers press against the delicate curve of her neck, enough to hold her in place but not to hurt her. Her eyes widen, her breathcatching in her throat, but it’s not fear I see in those ocean-colored depths.
It’s something else entirely.
There’s a flicker of defiance, sure—Lena wouldn’t be Lena without that—but it’s mixed with something raw. Her lips part, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, and I can feel the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my hand.
She’s turned on.
Fuck, she’s more than turned on, and I know it. I can see it in the way her body tenses, the way her eyes flash with equal parts challenge and want.
She likes this. She likes when I take control, when I don’t give her a choice, when I remind her that she’s not the only one holding the reins in this fucked-up thing between us. The thought sends a surge of heat through me, tightening my grip just enough to make her feel it.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous, a promise laced with warning.
Her gaze narrows slightly, but her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smirk, and it drives me wild. She’s testing me, pushing to see how far I’ll go, and I know she’s not going to back down unless I make her.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me want her even more.
Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. The tension between us is too thick, her scent too intoxicating, and I’ve been holding back for far too long. Without a word, I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her hips as I press my mouth against her through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.
Her breath hitches, and a soft gasp escapes her lips, her fingers instinctively tangling in my hair. Her body jolts slightly, like she wasn’t expecting this, but she doesn’t pull away. Ifanything, she leans into me, her hips shifting ever so slightly as I press my tongue against her through the damp fabric.
“Reign,” she whispers, her voice already breathless. It’s not a plea—it’s a surrender.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Her legs tremble slightly as the fabric slides down her thighs, pooling at her ankles, but she doesn’t try to stop me. She’s watching me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted and her eyes darkened with lust.
