This chapter is dedicated to my good Watty friend thebirdsmelody. Thank you so much for reading and voting on my stories and just being a great friend. 

I know that this is a Mature story, but I'd like to give a warning for the sexual content in this chapter. You have been warned, but enjoy! And don't forget comments are always welcome!

Chapter Three

My arms were wrapped tightly around my legs, holding them against my chest as I sat helplessly on the bathroom floor. Tears refused to stop falling. Even when I tried to force myself to get a grip, and stop acting like a blubbering idiot, my emotions got the best of me.

A knock on the door made me jump, but I ignored it. "Come on, babe. You can't stay mad at me forever."

I knew I couldn't lock myself in here for the rest of the night, eventually Reed would grow tired of my behavior and take matters into his own hands. The fact that he could pick the lock was one possibility; breaking down the door was another. Neither of those things happened, though. He just remained silent on the other side.

No words had been spoken during the ride back - dead air consumed the whole car and I had felt like I was suffocating. When we had finally gotten back to the house, I rushed up the stairs, locked myself in the bathroom, and I hadn't come out since. The shower I had taken when I had first come in here didn't cleanse me like I thought it would. I still felt Declan's hands on me, and no amount of scrubbing was enough to reverse that.

"T, please open the door." Just his voice was making me shudder, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Trying to block out everything around me didn't help, and a couple more tears rolled down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. Can you please just talk to me?"

He sounded completely distraught, but I wasn't fooled. Right now he'd say anything to get back into my good graces, and I knew that if I opened the door I would succumb to his will. My survival skills would kick in and I'd con my way to safety.

With weary legs, I gave in and made my way to the door. Only a towel was wrapped around me and I pulled it closer before unlocking the only barrier that stood between me and a cold set of eyes. Immediately I was pulled into his strong embrace, and I tried my hardest not to push him away. There was nothing he could do to make up for what he had forced me to go through tonight.

"Please don't be mad at me." His lips brushed the top of my head and placed a light kiss there. "You have to understand - I only did what I had to do."

I critically thought over his words and separated myself from him enough to look him in the eyes, but I didn't leave his hold. "Do you think I wanted some prick's hands all over you? Do you think I wanted some other guy's dick inside of my girl?"

A hint of anger, not necessarily aimed at me, entered Reed's voice as he used the force of his own body to move mine backwards. "I don't want anyone else to fuck you. This body," he lowered his voice as he moved his hands from my arms down to my waist. "is mine."

I could feel my heartbeat dramatically accelerate as his gray orbs bore into my blue ones. His touch was electrifying, and sparks ran through my body even when I tried so hard to extinguish them. Nothing could protect me from the undeniable effect he had on me, no matter how much I fought it. With every step he took forward, I took one back until I couldn't back up anymore. The bathroom counter blocked any further movement. A smirk rose on his lips as his hands traveled to where my towel was bundled at the top. Seconds later, the towel fell to the floor.

"These-" his hands grasped my breasts. "-are mine."

I gasped. Heavy breaths took over me as he continued with this tantalizing game. I closed my eyes when he leaned forward to leave tender kisses along my neck and up to my jaw line. Eventually his mouth was about ready to meet mine, but he didn't go for it, leaving me wanting. His eyes met mine and he looked down to my mouth, but yet, did nothing.

Frustrationg built up within me. I tried to grab his face to pull him to me, but Reed was too quick. He took hold of both my wrists, securing them behind my back with just one hand so I couldn't try again, but he gave me what I wanted nonetheless. The much anticipated kiss made me moan against his lips.

"This," he whispered against me. Letting go of my wrists, his hands grabbed my butt. "is also mine." After he brushed his lips along my neck, he placed me on the counter. His teeth grazed my skin as he moved his hands to my legs, separating them enough so he could get in between them.

I threw my head back and bit my lip as he left kisses all the way down to my shoulder blade, the moan that was struggling to break free was suppressed. Everything that happened the past couple hours blurred out of existence and I was consumed by him. His fingers traced my inner thigh. An unbearable ache built between my legs, and instead of pushing him away, I dug my nails into his strong shoulders.

He hissed a little, but the action just seemed to encourage him, his touch gravitated closer to the goal he had all along, and I didn't do anything to stop him. The ache between my legs had become unbearable and my thighs clenched.

"This." Reed's hand suddenly shot up and my breath caught at the back of my throat. An alluring torture ran through every muscle of my body. Every part of me was on fire as he cupped my weak spot, and I groaned. "Will only ever be mine."

The enticing build up was over, and he couldn't take it slow any longer. His fingers forced their way into me, and before I could cry out, his mouth found mine. Our tongues found one another and it was like a breath of fresh air. My legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to me - he was still fully clothed, and part of me wanted that to change. Quickly.

Before I could reach for his belt, he brought me to him. He lifted me off the counter and into his arms. One of his arms were wrapped around my backside while his other was still working hard to leave me wanting more, so much more. My arms and legs also helped relieve some of the pressure off of where Reed's hand was fixed. Every part of my body was a trembling form of nerves, and as much as I wanted to yell and scream at him in anger, only a scream of pleasure escaped me.

Normally I would have tried to stay quieter, but I couldn't keep it in. The room right across from the bathroom was ours, so it didn't surprise me that I was suddenly thrown onto a bed.

Reed climbed on top of me soon after and I pulled his torso down onto mine. We both groaned as his concealed length pressed down on me. With one hand, he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the other side of the room. His lips collided with mine without hesitation and this time when I grabbed for his belt, he let me undo it.

After his pants were off, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, leaving me helpless as he grinded against me. I struggled against his self-made restraints and wrapped my legs around his torso to bring myself against him. The move worked and he immediately stopped being a tease, needing his release just as much as I needed mine.

His right hand left go of mine and guided it to the hem of his boxers. My other hand was still pressed tightly against the mattress, but it wanted so badly to break free and run along his hard chest or pull at his hair. Reed's hand returned to my weak spot and I buckled my waist and roughly grazed myself on his palm. The way he smirked down at me made me tremble and I pulled down his boxers enough to grab hold of him.

A rugged growl left his intoxicating lips as they vibrated against my own. Finally, his hand let go of mine, mostly from his selfish desire to feel up the rest of my body, but he made it worth it. I coudn't conceal moaning his name as he did his signature move - pulling at my nipples, keeping up the pinching and kneading patter. Every touch was like an intoxicating fix I couldn't escape.

Knowing Reed, we weren't even close to reaching the finish line.

When he grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away from him, it wasn't until he started running his lips down the center of my chest that I realized why. His mouth found one of my breasts and circled his tongue around my nipple. When he pulled at it with his teeth, a pained breath entered my lungs, but bliss soon followed when the pain swelled.

The fine line between pleasure and pain was always blurred where Reed was concerned. He knew this, and used it to his advantage on more than several occasions.

He didn't linger on my breasts for long. Shivers ran through my spine as he fluctuated between kissing and biting along an imaginary line down my stomach. My back arched and I heard a satisfied chuckle come from him, but he didn't get distracted from what he was doing.

Anticipation drove my body in an impatient and prolonged wait. Reed was definitely taking his time with this part, and it was driving me crazy. I felt his hot breath hovering over where I so desperately wanted him to be, but he didn't succumb to my whimper when I let it out. A needy whine ran up my throat and when he lightly kissed me there, I groaned, my hands urgently grabbing a fist full of sheets at my sides.

The sexual torture didn't stop there, he ignored my body's need all together and went for my inner thighs instead.

"Tell me you want me," he demanded in between kisses. When I hesitated, he bit me hard, and I moaned.

"I-I want you." My words barely held any sound.

"Only me?"

"Yes," I purred, my eyes closed and head tilted back.

Everything around me turned to nothingness and I was captured in a spine-tingling delirium. My toes curled and the tight hold I had on the sheets intensified. In a cycle going from faster to slower, Reed made me feel like I was floating in a world where I had no wings.

"Tell me you belong to me." Him speaking against my core made me exhale a shaky breath.

The world I was absorbed in started to fade and a helpless cry fell from my lips. Right now I would say just about anything for him to return me to the much needed euphoria. I wanted to feel like I was anywhere, but here, and Reed could help me forget, at least for a little while.

"Reed-" My plea was interrupted when he flicked my clit with his tongue.

"Say it," he growled.

It was hard to speak since my whole body shook with need. "I b-belong to you."

Right once the words left my lips, he slipped his tongue back into me, and I was consumed once again. My hands let go of the sheets and they find something else to hold onto - Reed's hair. There was a feeling coursing through me like I wasn't getting enough of him, so I pressed him deeper into me, and he didn't object.

"Fuck." I felt my walls clench so tightly I thought I might burst, and I cried out his name. "Fuck me."

Reed's lips left me before running his hand through his unruly hair and repositioned himself so that his hips alligned perfectly with mine. For a moment I thought he was going to make me beg for it, like he usually did, but this time he didn't have the patience. Without hesitation, he plunged into me and I felt my muscles stretch around him.

Every second he was inside of me, the familiar feeling I could never get tired of grew more instense. He bit my bottom lip and pulled. The action caused me to dig into the skin of his shoulder blades which made him push deeper and harder into me. It was difficult to keep up with his pace for a little bit, but I forced myself to synch with his rhythm. When the tension between my legs peaked, I felt my walls close around him and I called out his name one more time before he collapsed on top of me. His weight crushed my body and I felt his slick coated skin against mine before he rolled onto his back beside me.

Our heavy breaths mixed in with each other as we laid in silence for a little bit. He drew me closer to him, and I rested my head on his chest.

Soft lips met my forehead as he gently ran his fingers along my side, making the skin over my ribs break out in goosebumps. My hend that rested on his chest started to travel along his tattoo-sleeved arm, the masterful aztec patterns were breathtaking, but didn't compare to the tattoo on his left side, over his ribs.

From experience, I knew how much the needle hurt when going over bone, but I couldn't imagine what it was like to get on so big. Unlike the one that streched to cover his whole arm, this tattoo looked like it was supposed to mean something.

I moved my hand down to where the dark ink started. My fingers trailed along a black trunk and I brought them higher while tracing over the slender, leafless branches.

At the top of the tree, a single bird was perched on one of the branches, making it his resting place. Two other birds were also a part of it, but they were flying away, leaving the other bird behind. Everything about the tattoo was beyond beautiful, but for some reason, whenever I saw it, it left me heartbroken. There was so much emotion in the design that I never saw on his face, and I wondered for a moment if there was a story behind it. Maybe if I knew it, I could figure out how someone so beautiful could become so monstrous.

Then again, I was probably just overthinking it. Not ever tattoo had to have meaning, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this one held a lot of sentiment.

"I really am sorry, you know," Reed said, finally breaking the silence.

No matter how much I wanted to believe him, I knew it probably wasn't true, but I didn't dare make my doubt verbal. "I know."

Reed's arm enclosed around me like I were to bolt otherwise.

"This doesn't change anything, though. I'm still-"

A yawn stopped me from finishing my sentence, and Reed finished it for me. "Pissed at me?"

I nodded incoherently at his interpretation of what he thought I was going to say. My eyes fluttered in my attempt to to stay awake, but when he started rubbing my back, I couldn't stay awake any longer.

"Sleep tight, Toni." Reed's words and the light kiss he left on the top of my head helped coax me into my dreams.

Though there was a hint of solace before I drifted, only nightmares followed once I closed my eyes.

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Is everyone still with me?? That chapter was a doosey, and like I said, oozing with sexual content. What did you guys think? Has your opinion on Reed changed at all? What do you think his motives are exactly? And his tattoo - do you think it means something, or is it just some random design? Leave a guess to what it could mean at the bottom, along with any other comments you might have!

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