The hot shower water ran down my backside as Reed's grip was on my hips. His lips ran across my wet skin, the sensation made my nails dig into his arms to suppress a moan. Our mouths connected under the spray of the shower head, my back hitting the wall in the process.

For a little while I was able to enjoy the chilled water that was hot when our shower started, but my body heat from our morning sex was slowly dying down.

Reed bit my lip before kissing it, then turned off the shower. When I reached up to grab my towel over the curtain railing, he spanked me on the butt, causing me to let out a small squeal before giggling. He was laughing too, and I couldn't help but enjoy our morning together.

A boyish grin displayed on his lips. When Reed was in a playful mood, it almost seemed like we were in a normal relationship. These were always my favorite moments, even though I sometimes found his gruff behavior alluring. A vein always popped out above his right brow when upset, and it was hard not to be attracted to him.

When it came to Reed, my emotions were always out of whack.

Reed grabbed his own towel and tousled it over his hair. When he was finished, it was disheveled in an unorganized fashion, but even then it seemed to be flawless. That along with the water running down his toned chest made my mouth dry and my body wanting all over again.

"You're staring," he said, his smirk being proof that he was enjoying every second of it.

"Mhm." I smiled while biting my pointer finger.

He chuckled and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to him. The towel I had bunched up in my hands was grabbed from me and he wrapped it around my torso. I turned and opened the bathroom door to the hallway, Reed was hugging me from behind while we crossed the hall to get to our room. Before letting me go, he placed a kiss on my jaw and closed the door.

Every day this week, Reed and the rest had been running all these 'errands' as they liked to call them. Today was the first time Reed was able to have a break and just stay home with me.

Even though not all the bruising from last week's fiasco has faded completely, he's been gone so much since, it gave me some time to get over it. After all, being upset with him was unbelievably tiring, and I just wanted things to be back to normal between us.

Reed sent a flirtatious smirk my way that sent goosebumps all over my water-sprinkled skin. I let my towel drop to the floor while pretending to be innocent in my game by rummaging through my closet absentmindedly. My fingers run along multiple hangers of clothing, tantalizingly taking my time with picking something out. Feeling Reed's eyes on my body made me grin while I continued.

After he took a few steps closer, I felt his naked body flush against my backside.

"Are you teasing me?" He asked, a darker tone replacing the playful one he had earlier.

His arm wrapped around me while his hand ran lightly over my stomach, slowly moving downward. Shivers erupted, flowing through my entire body.

"Maybe." I huffed out in reply, already out of breath after just a moment of his touch.

I felt his chest vibrate against me when he let out a low chuckle. His fingers continued to dance across my torso, tormenting me with my own lust.

"You know I don't like it when you do that." His breath warmed my ear and lingered there for a moment before moving down to my neck. When his hand continued to gravitate downwards, the heat in my head became evident in my cheeks, but he stops right at the gap between my legs then pulled away. "I'm the only one who can do the teasing."

A flash of yearning and disappointment haunted me right once his body fell away from mine. He sent me a smirk before pulling on some underwear and handed me my own. I took it with a small frown on my face.

"Glaring doesn't suit you," he said, motioning at my closet. "Now get dressed."

I groaned at him while pulling my underwear over my bottom half and snapping on my bra that clipped in the front.

Before I had the chance to put on a shirt, someone barged into the room. A deadly look crossed my face as I glowered menacingly at Blaine. He quickly diverted his gaze, but didn't seem the least bit interested that I was half naked, which I was thankful for.

From the look on his face, there was something more pressing at hand than my lack of clothing.

Quickly, I threw on one of Reed's oversized T-shirts.

Blaine cleared his throat before looking at Reed. "We've got a problem." He glanced at me cautiously, then back at Reed. "I need to talk to you - alone."

I glared at him, wanting to protest, but Reed spoke first. "Toni, give us a minute."

"But-" I didn't get another word out - Reed's intense glower silenced me.

Without so much as getting a chance to speak, Reed grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip, not letting me go until we were in the hallway. Before I can say another word, the door is slammed in my face, but I don't leave. I leaned my head against the wood, holding my breath to stay as quiet as possible.

Hushed voices are indistinguishable for a few moments before all hell breaks loose.

"Fuck!" Reed's sudden explosion almost made me jump back from the door in surprise. "And you didn't think to bring this up sooner?"

"I didn't want to worry you until I knew for sure." Blaine's low voice resonates easily through the door. His placid personality always spoke volumes, even though he never says much.

A strangled snarl filled the room with a new kind of anger I'd never heard from Reed before. Pain was entangled into his cry along with rage. He must have kicked over a chair or something, because a loud bang followed. The should of glass shattering shocked me, making me strain for his next words.

"What are you doing?"

The voice from beside me made me jump away from the door. I stifled a yelp. One look to the right tore me away from the conflict in the room.

Dean tilted his head, while smirking down at me expectantly for an answer.

When he realised that I was refusing to speak, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into his room. He wasn't rough - probably hoping he wouldn't leave any more bruises on me. If he were to hurt me again, no doubt he'd be in big trouble with Reed.

"Hey!" I yelped, and he immediately let me go. "What are you doing?"

He chuckled, but a scowl appeared soon after. "Believe it or not, prima donna, I'm trying to help you out. Do you have any idea what he would do if he caught you snooping? Trust me, you wouldn't like it. But-" A derisive smile was plastered on his face when he traced his thumb over a tender spot on my neck. "by the looks of this little blemish, it wouldn't be the first time."

After my shower this morning I had no time to cover up the lingering, faded bruises. I didn't even have time to get dressed before getting thrown out. The realization that I was in a room alone with Dean half naked was now registering.

When I swatted his hand away, he smirked. "He got you a lot better than I did, that's for sure."

I sighed. When I tried to leave, Dean grabbed my wrist. Those dark eyes bored into mine before his gaze drifted downward and back up again, his smirk spread to show his teeth. "You really should have gotten out while you still could. Since Reed has taken full possession of you, you're not going anywhere."

I thought I had already crossed that point a while ago,but apparently Dean saw it as recent. Either way, there had been something keeping me here long before Reed showed his possessive, darker side.

"Not like I'd have anywhere else to go." There was always one place I always felt drawn to, but I know I'd never be welcome there.

Dean shrugged. "I know what that's like." He cleared his throat, his moment of being civil didn't last long. "How much did you hear in there?"

When he took a step closer to me, I took a step back. "I really didn't hear much. Just a whole bunch of yelling and things crashing. Why?" I squinted at him. "Do you know?"

He raised a brow at me and crossed his arms. "And what makes you think I would tell you if I knew?"

I shrugged and a taunting smirk snuck on my lips. "You don't know, do you?"

"No," he answered, truthfully. "But I will. Blaine doesn't say much, but when he does it's something important."

"Wish you'd follow his example."

A light, yet threatening smile was sent my way. "Just because you're Reed's little toy, don't think you're untouchable. Eventually, he'll get bored of you and go looking for something new."

I knew he was just saying this to scare me now. Just a moment ago he said I wasn't going anywhere. It was clear that I had Reed hooked, even if it wasn't the way I wanted him to be. Some people in this world can't be controlled, they control others instead. Which was something that Reed was very good at.

"Oh, I doubt that." Even though I didn't fully believe my own words, I pretended like I did.

He actually laughed in my face this time. "You think so." A ridiculous smirk spreads on his lips. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

A heavy sigh escaped me when I got tired of glaring at him. "I'm leaving."

When I tried making my second escape, a firm grip grasped my arm and I was roughly pulled back. I whimpered when his grip tightened noticeably, but before he could get a word in, someone already spoke for him.

"For your sake I hope that doesn't bruise." Emerson leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. A blank expression was aimed at Dean, but the raised brow he gives him a moment later changed it into a challenging one.

Dean dropped my arm with an alarming rate, possibly fearing that it could have been Reed. Part of me wished it was so I could see Dean get the shit kicked in this time around.

No words were exchanged between the two as Dean stomped out of the room. Clearly, he wasn't done with our conversation. In my case, I never wanted it to start in the first place. Out of everybody in the house, he was always the creepiest. Staying out of his way was now highest on my priority list, after staying on my boyfriend's good side, of course.

"I thought we agreed that you'd stay away from him after what happened at the club." Emerson stood in front of me, talking like the overprotective brother I never had.

I shrugged. "We just bumped into each other. This house is not that big, you know?"

He sighs. "Will you stop with the excuses and just be more careful?"

"I'm being careful," I huffed in arrogance.

"Snooping is not being careful." He sent a pointed look my way, making sure to add that guilt-triggering effect in his gaze.

My eyes couldn't keep themselves from rolling . "Okay, no more snooping.

That was a lie.

Snooping had always been a natural thing for me. Information always led to power over people. Which was something I hadn't had much of these days. This was something that I missed, and it was something I knew I had to get back.

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Sorry that it has been a while since my last update! I was on vacation for a month, and had writer's block before that. I'm constantly trying to overcome this reoccuring writer's block, and hopefully I do sometime soon...

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