Parker shoots his twin a glare. “You’re one to talk.”
“What?” Jacob asks in confusion.
Okay, maybe Parker isn’t as oblivious as I thought. Jacob definitely is though. I leave them be and climb the stairs two at a time to my room, too fucking eager to get to Reid. He’s standing in the middle of my room, arms wrapped tightly around himself, gazing listlessly at the floor. When I close the door and lean against it, Reid’s hard gaze bores into mine.
“Was it all a lie?” Reid asks quietly.
Now I’m confused. “What?”
“Am I a mark?”
Oh no. I rush toward him but Reid takes a careful step back. I fall to my knees before him.
“No, Reid. You’ve never been a mark, not to me. You’ve only ever been mine. Just mine. Okay? Please believe me… I’ll do anything. I’ll give youanything.”
Reid’s blue eyes pierce through me. Bruised light blue carnations, that’s the color of his eyes. So much fucking pain and anger, half directed at me, half directed at himself.Fucking Reid. The fact that even for a second he thought… thought that he isn't everything to me after just a few weeks. Fuck. How do I make him understand? His jaw clenches hard as he turns his head away from me. All emotion disappears from his face, even the sadness. I can feel it, the moment he shuts down.
“Reid, don’t do this.” I reach out and pull at his hoodie, tugging him slightly closer to me. “Look at me.”
Reid’s distant gaze falls back on me. “Why do you want me?”
“’Cause you’re mine.”
He yanks out of my grasp and tries to skirt past me, but I’m not allowing it. I roll to my feet and grab him around the waist, easily tossing him onto the bed. Reid flails in anger, fists curled tight, but I don’t give a shit. I fit myself between his thighs, forcing them to splay around my waist. Reid thrashes and kicks to break free, but I grab his wrists to hold them over his head.
“Stop it,” I order, voice firm and low.
Reid stops thrashing but looks up at me with all the power of a thousand angry burning suns.This is the way I like him, all fight and fury, because it makes it so earned when he melts into a mellow puddle of want just for me.
“You’re more annoyed that you might’ve been a mark than the fact I kill people. Absolutely amazing.”
“You killbadpeople,” Reid says through his teeth, clearly mocking me.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. I steal from the rich, from the assholes, and give it back to the rightful owners. Sometimes that means I kill people that deserve it. Am I fucked up? Probably. But you’re just as fucked up as me. Now what do you need? Need me to make you cry?”
Reid’s glare would bring weaker men to ruin. But I like when he fights back and I like when he lets me show him who’s actually in charge here. Because it’s him. Heallowsme to be in charge because he wants it, because he enjoys it. That’s the real power exchange between us.
His silence tells me more than words ever could. Reid surges up to kiss me, teeth biting my lip so hard he draws blood. I swear and lift my other hand to his throat, pressing hard enough to make him gasp against my mouth.
“I’m not letting you come,” I say against his mouth.
Reid cries out when I firmly press my cock against his hip. His fingers flex and claw at my hands, but I hold on, uncaring. I rise up onto my knees, then slowly lift each one until I’m straddling his stomach. Shoving his shirt up under his arms, I use my one free hand to unbutton my jeans and push them down. Reid hisses when I slip my cock out, already hard and leaking just from a few seconds of manhandling him.
“Lick.” I lift my hand to his mouth and he immediately obeys. “Good boy.”
Reid’s eyes immediately go glassy at the praise. He thinks it’s danger he wants, to feel something, but that’s not it at all. Reid needs me to tell him he’s good while simultaneously making him feel like he’s bad. I lean over him while working my cock over. His breath fans across my face with each ragged breath. His hands flex in my grasp again, but I hold steady. I wish I was inside him again, pressing his face into the mattress until he can’t even attempt to breathe.
I kiss him again, moaning into his mouth when he shakes underneath me. Maybe it’s desire, maybe it’s fear, I don’t know anymore. Calling it desire is so much easier. The head of my cock rubs against his stomach with each snap of my hips into my hand, driving my need higher until my toes curlagainst the bed. Reid’s eyes go from glassy and distanced, to sharp and needy. I’ve got him right where I want him.
He leans up slightly to take my mouth in a kiss, different from the last one. This kiss is soft, at war with the fast shuttling of my hand over my cock. I need to come. Reid moans into my mouth again, all want and need, and it shocks the orgasm out of me. I yank away from him to sit up on my knees, then spread my cum all over his stomach, painting him as mine.
“You’re mine, don’t you fucking forget it.”
Reid stares up at me with a mix of anger and all sharp edges. But I wasn’t lying when I said he couldn’t come. I won’t let him. Not now. I tug his sweater down, then lean down to place a gentle, close-mouthed kiss against his still parted lips.
“Now can we go back downstairs to figure this shit out?”
Reid tiredly closes his eyes. “Is my brother safe?”
