Chapter 4
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The sound of my door creaking catches my attention, as I turn my head to the side, only to find Reign leaning against the doorway. Without responding to him arriving to my room, I force my body to turn back again, the way it was before he came in. His behaviour at the breakfast table really pissed me off, and then, his sexual advances, does he not understand? There's only so much shit a man can take, and then there he is, adding more to it. Minus the killer on loose, I've to singlehandedly manage the football team, both my brothers, school work, grades and all that. The least someone can do is treat me with respect.
“Levy.” He calls out my name, but I just go back to ignoring him as I do on every normal day, when the sun rises in the east. If we grow too close, we'd eventually get physically violent towards eachother. Because Reign is not the one who filters the words he spews, and I'm not the one who backs down from an old fashioned brawl. And whatever he is apart, he's my family. I don't want to hurt him.
Whispering something under his breath, he flops down on the bed next to me. “Seriously, you're gonna be like this, now?” His exasperated voice jolts me from my thoughts.
“What do you want, Reign?” I reply, trying my best to compose the strange voice of mine, which suddenly seems foreign to me.
“Face me, Lev. Look at me.” He speaks in a tone softer than he usually does, which makes me get over myself, and turn around to face him.
“Do you do this on purpose?” He looks at me, glassy green orbs boring into mine and for a moment, I feel them see through me. I immediately dismiss the thought from my head.
“Do what?” I blink at him, not quite understanding what he meant. Everything Reign says, is technically complicated. Every word that comes out of that mouth, has a double meaning to it. Sometimes, by his morbid actions, I think he's deranged.
“Bring girls and boys home. Being loud while you fuck them. So much so that not one of your two brothers can sleep? It bothers me so much...” He whispers, bringing his face close to mine.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” I admit, but he softly shakes his head. Seconds later, he has my face cupped in his hands.
“Reign, what are you — ” He stops me mid-sentence, cutting me off with a kiss. He quickly shifts his body on top of me, his fingers gripping my hair.
“No, get off me!” I shriek, as I try to push him off me, but he refuses to let go, and grips me even harder.
“Fuck off, Reign. I swear — ” I open my mouth to protest, as he slides his tongue inside. Oh boy, he knows how to use that tongue. He works clumsily, shoving his tongue inside, exploring my mouth, as his free hand works on my jeans and I freeze at the spot.
“Reign, no! STOP!” I growl at him, but he pays no heed to me. Rather, he focuses on the work he has on hand. Palming me through my pants, his mouth placed on mine, tongue battling for dominance, is like warm liquid mixing together. I can't move, I can't react. Shit, I'm having a panic attack!
“Give in, Levy. Give in.” He breathes against my mouth, and a sheer feeling of panic surges through me. No, he's my brother! Fuck, no! Just because he's had practise, and he's experienced enough, doesn't mean that he and I would have anything sexual.
But at this point, I can't even think properly. I'm still frozen at the spot, unable to move, while he works on the zipper of my jeans, kissing me simultaneously. Nibbling, biting, until he's sucked the whole breath out of me. Lord, damn!
“REIGN, GET OFF ME!!!” I shout as loud at I can, which makes him stop kissing me, as he fixes his eyes on the object of concern.
“I know you want me just as much as I want you. Just stay quiet.” He snaps at me, not paying attention to the sick feeling I have, and he hastily gets off me to pull down my jeans. I somehow manage to pull myself off the bed, as I grab him by his shirt collar, and haul him across the room.