He comes to a halt almost out of sight when I shout at him, but his hand and leg are still visible. I want to confront him because I am tired of holding in how I feel, and no one is telling me anything. As I sit up, he bows back, and we make eye contact.
“Why the hell are you two acting so strange?”
His brow furrows, and he steps back until his massive frame is in the doorway.
“What?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, no longer feeling brave in the face of his unsettling presence. I sigh and glance away, but I notice him entering the room out of the corner of my eye.
“Fucking talk, Charley. You cannot just say shit and then go quiet on me.”
I shrug my shoulders and continue to avoid looking at him.
“If you guys have had enough of me and don’t want me anymore, just say and I'll go.”
He scoffs as he turns around, preparing to disregard my tantrum, but I increase my stern voice.
“I'm fucking serious, Reign.”
He comes to a stop once more because of my flat tone and gives me the side-eye over his big shoulder, so I continue.
“You guys are acting weird, and you are not fucking me anymore. If I have become a burden, just let me know and I will leave; I don't want either of you to feel obligated to embrace my bizarre little life.”
I see the muscles in his jaw tighten as he clenches it, then his gaze fixes ahead for a moment before he finally turns to face me.
“All this because you're not getting cock, Char?”
I arch an eyebrow and rise from the bed, stopping a few paces away from him, then, I simply shrug my shoulders in response.
“I mean, isn't that what we are? We fuck with no other strings attached, so what am I supposed to think when stuff between us suddenly goes quiet?”
He simply gazes at me while staying mute, his intense brown eyes locked onto mine, his jaw set tight, but in the doorway, Chaos catches my eye, also shirtless. He strides in, studying the situation before he raises his chin to me, his words muffled by a joint between his lips.
“What's up?”
I now arch an eyebrow at Chaos as well while crossing my arms across my chest.
“So, you can clearly sense when something is wrong with me, so how can’t either of you guys’ sense when I am not being fucked on purpose?”
Reign casts a side long glance at Chaos beside him, and Chaos looks at Reign, but neither of them say anything, which frustrates me even more and I throw my hands in the air.
“Don't worry; you don't have to say it; I'm leaving.”
As I attempt to move past Reign, he swiftly seizes my throat without warning, giving it a rough squeeze before shoving me onto the bed. Once I have gathered myself from his aggression, I quickly prop myself up on my elbows and look between them, finding them both standing at the foot of the bed, their intense, dark gazes fixed on me, and Reign breaks the silence first.
“Your hungry cunt needy, is it?”
His commanding words send a shiver up my spine as he moves his hand over the curve of his hardening cock in his sweatpants as a sign of sexual frustration and my thighs involuntarily squeeze together. But when I remain silent under their scrutinizing stares, Chaos continues, capturing my attention.
“Fucking say it, Char.”
My eyes dart back and forth between them, and with a barely noticeable nod, I signal my neediness, suddenly feeling small in the presence of these two beastly men since I know they are capable of destroying me at any second, yet deep down I dig it. They share a brief, silent exchange of glances, as ifcommunicating through their eyes, before fixing their gaze back on me.
“Beg in words.”
I inhale deeply from Chaos’ dominating tone, and I advert my eyes while I ponder. As soon as I feel ready, I respond innocently with a devilish glint in my green eyes to test their patience.
“My hungry cunt is needy and desperate for both your dick’s. Please fuck me, I beg you.”
