Page 20 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)

Dario

Gifts you plan everything else,” Jameson adds, and I raise a brow.

“Why the cake and the flowers?” I ask, and his eyes flick to mine.

“Because someone owes me a favor, ?I’ll get that handled,” he says, and I nod. Alrighty, then.

“Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she says, jumping up and down in excitement.

“Anything Princess wants, Princess gets,” Jameson adds, and I laugh because it’s the truth.

“Feed me, someone feed me please,” she begs, and Spade laughs.

“I got a cockmeat sandwich if you want that,” he grins, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well, since you want to be a smart ass, go cook us some food. No ordering out either. I’m over pizza, Reid, so don’t even think about it,” she says, and I laugh.

“Damn it, Jade. Fine. I’ll get something whipped up,” he says, leaving the room.

“You guys good with me going to check out my workroom for a bit?” Jameson asks, and Jade nods.

“Go explore, baby. I’ll come find you when Spade is done,” she tells him, and he kisses her head, leaving behind Spade.

She spins on me with hooded eyes as she leans down, unzipping each boot and kicking them off.

Then, she removes her tank and bra as she stalks over to me.

I don’t even say anything. I lick my lips, run my thumbs down the curve of her breast and rib cage, witnessing her body litter with goosebumps.

“Do you want me, Big Man?” she asks seductively as I rip down her leggings, making sure her thong goes with them.

She yelps at my roughness as she fumbles with my jeans, ripping the button open and sinking her hand into my boxers.

“Mmm, Kitten. That’s a fucking understatement,” I growl as she lifts my shirt over my head.

Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her, carrying her over to the French doors that overlook the backyard and open them.

She shivers in my hold as the cold air blasts against us.

I lean her against the frigid railing and look at her with a smirk.

“Hold on tight, baby,” I order as she tightens her hold around my neck.

I line my cock up with her soaked entrance and slam into her.

We both groan at how good we feel. Her nails dig into my back as she tightens her cunt around my length.

I fuck her with no remorse, pounding into her, forcing her to scream out as she meets me thrust for thrust. I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking it, relieving some of the milk, swallowing her down.

She moans, rolling her hips as I stop my movements, letting her ride my cock against the railing of the balcony.

Her groans echo through the property as I continue to relieve her nipples, knowing she needs to pump soon.

“Fuck, Rio, yes. Baby. Right there. I’m going to cum. Fuck,” she cries out, tightening around me.

“Cum for Daddy, Kitten. Let me feel you,” I groan. As her nails shred my back, I reach down between us and pinch her clit, and she explodes around my length, causing me to cum so fucking hard, filling her up.

“Jade,” I growl, kissing her neck and biting her jaw.

“Goddamn, Dario. Jesus Christ,” she pants, still rolling her hips.

“You got another for me?” I ask and she smiles.

“Yes, Daddy, make me cum again,” she whimpers, and I flick her clit while pumping in and out of her, letting my bars drag slowly. Her body shivers in my hold, and she throws her head back, cumming one more time for me.

“Such a good little Kitten. Fucking perfect, baby,” I praise, and she reaches up, kissing my lips, dragging her teeth across my bottom lip. “Insatiable is more like it,” I laugh, and she moans. “Stop making those sounds or we won’t be leaving this balcony,” I growl, causing her to laugh.

“I just love how good you make me feel. I never want it to stop,” she breathes, kissing me again.

“Oh,? trust me, I know. I want to live inside this perfect cunt of yours.” I laugh, and she shakes her head.

“I love you, Dario.” She smiles.

“I love you more, Fallon,” I tell her as I carry her back inside and place her down on the bed and pull out.

“Come, lay with me until the food is ready,” she tells me as we slide up the bed, getting under the covers. I snake my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me.

“Rest, my love,” I tell her, and her soft snores lull me to sleep with her.

Later that night, we’re all piled in the living room, wrapping Christmas gifts for the kids.

“Jesus, Jade, how much shit did you buy for these kids?” Jameson complains.

“You hush it. Our kids deserve the world, and I love spoiling them.” She laughs.

“It’s never-ending. Is there more in the garage?” Spade asks, and she grins.

“Holy shit, Babygirl.” He laughs as he fumbles with the wrapping paper.

“I see you guys have never done this before. You all suck at it.” She laughs, and I growl.

“I don’t suck at anything. This is just new. Give me a few and I’ll perfect it,” I tell her, and she shakes her head.

“Nope! You suck! Crease the edges and fold over. Don’t just crumble it,” she instructs, and Jameson clicks his tongue.

“What's the point of making it nice if they are just going to tear it up?” he asks, huffing because he really is making a mess out of it all.

“Ugh, you will never understand. It must be a guy thing,” she laughs. “Anyway, what do you guys think of O’s boyfriend Hayden?” she asks, and I roll my eyes.

“Not a fan,” Spade says.

“That’s because you know what he put her through. I could say the same for you three,” she says, and my eyes narrow.

“He’s okay, I guess,” I answer.

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll ever like him,” Jameson adds, and I laugh.

“You don’t like anyone,” I tell him, and he smiles.

“Exactly,” he says, and Jade shakes her head.

“Then your opinion means shit. I like him; he just still has some growing up to do,” she says, and I nod.

“Yep, and he better start now!” I say, and she smiles.

We spent the rest of the night wrapping gifts until our bodies ached from doing this on the floor. Why she suggested we do it this way is beyond me. We have an entire table we could’ve sat at comfortably, but no. Jade said this is the way we do it. Women!

As we all lay in our bed together watching Jade pump while a movie plays on the TV, my phone rings and my heart sinks into my stomach. I told everyone to leave us be unless there was an emergency. Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick it up and see it’s Ryder.

“It’s Ryder,” I say, and Spade pops up with a raised brow. Pressing the green button, I bring the phone to my ear.

“Hey, man. Everything okay?” I ask, and he takes a deep breath. Fuck!

“You guys need to get back. The cops are here. They have a warrant for Spade.” He growls, and my heart drops. Looking at the others who are already looking at me, I wipe my hand across my face.

“This can’t wait until tomorrow?” I growl.

“You know damn well it can’t. Get your asses back here and call that fancy lawyer of yours,” he spits.

“What? What is it?” Jade asks, but I hold my hand up.

“Ryder, do you know what the charges are?” I ask, holding my breath.

“Voluntary manslaughter,” he whispers, and my heart drops. My eyes collide with Spade, and my words are caught in my throat. How do I tell my brother that we have to leave here only to go home to the cops arresting him? How do I do that? “Put him on the phone, Dario,” he orders, but I can’t do it.

“Dario, what is wrong? You’re scaring me,” Jade says, turning off the pump. Jameson looks over with a raised brow, and Spade has fear written all over his face.

“Is it the kids?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“For the love of God, Dario. Use your words. Jesus fucking Christ,” Jameson spits as Ryder yells at me down the line. I drop my phone in my lap and look at Spade.

“The cops are at the house with a warrant for your arrest,” I say, and his eyes widen.

“For Spade?” she asks, and I nod.

“What's the charge?” Jameson asks.

“Voluntary manslaughter,” I say, never taking my eyes off my brother's face. He swallows thickly as a tear escapes his eye.

“We run, I will get the jet rolling and you go to Ireland,” she says in a panic stricken tone but he shakes his head.

“No running. We don’t run from this. Get the lawyer and do what you need to do to get me out. Free and clear. You hear me,” Spade says, talking to me. I nod but Jade freaks out

“No, Reid. We fucking run. We have enough money to disappear. We will change our identities. It will be fine. Please don’t do this,” she cries out, crawling into his lap, but he shakes his head, squeezing her tightly.

“Just promise me, you will wait for me. And don’t you dare get married without me. I swear to God, I’ll kill you all. Just wait, okay. Promise me you’ll wait,” he begs, and she nods, sobbing into his chest.

Just when we thought we could breath, take a break, wrap some gifts, profess our love to our queen then bam.

A fucking bomb hits us.

How the fuck are we going to get out of this?