Reign's POV.

Luke speeds his car through the gates, driving through the large estate and to the circular driveway with a marple fountain sitting in the center.

He parks the car in front of the house and I blink at the gigantic mansion as we both get out of the car.

I leave my backpack in his car and he leads to the front door while I stare at the other luxurious cars around the fountain.

Damn.

He opens the tall double glass doors and we walk in.

"Welcome, I guess," He says, closing the door behind me.

I look up to face the chandelier hanging in the ceiling, lighting the place as though it were made out of diamonds.

The wallpaper looks vintage and the furniture is polished, maintaining two colors of black and white.

I look to my left and peek into the piano room, I wonder who plays the piano.

"I wanna see your room," I look at him, his brows shoot up, "Stop thinking about fucking me, I just wanna see your room," I clarify, he chuckles, stroking his jaw.

"Okay." He starts walking towards the two set of stairs meeting at the landing.

I follow, feeding my eyes as I walk closely behind him.

He opens the white door to his bedroom, gesturing for me to walk in first. I do.

His room is insanely huge, the walls are covered in black and gold pattered wallpaper, the tall windows are casting rays of light into the room, his large California king sized bed neatly made in the middle of the room and he has a walk in closet and a flat tv screen.

"This is some serious rich people shit." I comment, giggling as I look at him.

He forces a small smile, "I'm gonna take a quick shower." He says, walking towards a door in the corner of the room.

And he has his own bathroom?

Wow.

He disappears into his bathroom and I walk towards the tall windows, peeking outside, I find myself smiling at the view.

They have a red oak tree and a maze in their back yard.

I can't believe he wakes up to this view every morning.

I hear the door squeak behind me and I snap my head to look.

I smile at the little white furry friend walking inside.

"Hey there little guy," I kneel down, patting my lap, it rushes towards me and gets comfortable on my lap as I pet it.

It's so white and clean and furry.

I always wanted a puppy but my mother is allergic to fur.

The door to the bathroom opens and I turn to look at him, he has a white towel hanging around his waist, his wet hair sticking up and his chest on display.

He pauses, looking at me and my new friend.

"Did it shit on my bed again?" He asks, I laugh.

"No, it just came in, what do you call it." I ask, he makes his way to the closet.

"Mrs Hazel." I hear him respond from inside the closet.

"Why Mrs Hazel?" I look down at the puppy.

"My sister named it after a teacher she hates at her school," I hear him laugh.

"Your sister sounds mean." I say.

"She can be."

"Mrs Hazel?" Someone pushes the door open, judging by her outfit, I'm guessing she's the house help. "Oh, hey," She greets me.

"Hello." I smile at her, "I think Mrs Hazel likes me." I tell her, looking down at the dog.

"I agree but it's time for her bath." She walks towards me, I pass Mrs Hazel to her, getting up from the floor.

Luke walks out wearing shorts and nothing but shorts.

I know what he's doing.

"Finally got yourself a girlfriend, huh?" The woman asks him as she turns to leave.

"No," Luke smiles at me, "but you'll be the first one to know when I do," He looks at the woman.

"I'll wait," She heads out of the room.

"Please put on a shirt," I groan.

"I thought you said my shirtlessness was the only thing you liked about me." He smirks.

"Stop quoting me," I point at him.

"Fine, so you know where I live, now what?" He moves to sit on his bed.

"Give me a tour." I request.

"No, Reign, I feel really fucked up, I just want to sleep," he complains.

"Oh come on," I join him on his bed, looking into his eyes and faking a pout, "Give me a tour,"

He stares at my face, debating.

"Damn you," He shuts his eyes, sighing defeatedly.

"I can't believe I've been fighting with someone this rich this entire time, what is wrong with me?" I ask him, he chooses to ignore my question as we head out of his room.

We step out of his room, back into the hallway. I narrow my eyes at a tall heavily varnished wooden door. It kinda stands out in the mystery department.

"What's in there?" I point at it.

"That's my Dad's office, he has one downstairs too, don't really know why he needs two." He mumbles the last part.

His Dad.

The so called dangerous man.

"I wanna see what's inside." I blurt out, his brows furrow in question.

"You wanna see what's inside my Dad's office?" He asks.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Maybe I'll find something that will say, how to become a millionaire before you die." I wave my hand in the air, making an arch with my hand.

"Billionaire, actually," he corrects.

"Aw, look at you being all proud of Daddy." I tease, nudging his shoulder.

He doesn't smile or laugh.

"Don't do that," he opens the door to the office, it has darker theme to it, the curtains are black and closed, it has a nice fire place and a floor to ceiling bookshelf, a polished wooden table and a leather sofa.

"Does he ever call you in here to scold you?" I ask.

"He once called my sister and I in here the first time he caught us smoking, he was screaming very loudly but I was way too high to listen and so was Cass and we just started laughing and that was the first time I saw him show his disappointment," He leans back against the wooden table.

"Is he a good Dad?" I run my fingers on the books on the shelf.

"I think my relationship with my Dad gets tangled in the misunderstandings that we have for each other, but to answer your question, no, he's too busy getting richer to care if he's a good Dad or not." He answers, I turn to look at him because that sounded too raw.

"Luke, you drive a sports car and you live in this baddie." I point out.

"That's because he thinks sports cars and nice clothes will make him the best Dad, it doesn't, remember that when you become a millionaire." He mutters in a serious tone.

He's barely ever serious, it must really bother him.

Daddy issues.

That I can relate to.

I continue exploring the room in silence, touching all the expensive looking worthless things and wondering how much they cost.

I catch Luke watching me, his gaze doesn't hold any emotion and he doesn't look away or throw a joke.

I walk over to him, standing close enough to place both my hands on his chest, he looks down at my hands and releases a breath, shifting his hooded eyes to mine.

"I wanna try again," I whisper, tiptoeing to peck his lips, he closes his eyes, lingering in the kiss.

He opens them and scans my face, I swallow, staring at his lips.

He leans down and presses his lips on mine but instead of kissing me like he's hungry, it's barely even a kiss. He's teasing me and it's pure torture.

He nibbles my upper lip and I ache for something more, I sigh, parting my lips for his tongue but he doesn't give it to me, he continues with his slow teasing brushes and pecks.

He licks my lips and I let out a slow gasp, he pulls away to look me in the eye before fisting my hair with a firm grip and slamming his lips on mine, granting me the hungry I was looking for, I tilt my head back and he plants open-mouthed kisses on the length of my neck, down to my collarbone and back up to my jaw.

Damn, that made me clench.

He pauses, staring into my eyes.

"You like me," He accuses.

I scoff, "No, I don't."

He grins, kissing me again.

He pulls me closer as our mouths devour in perfect synchrony.

I like the way his hands touch me everywhere like he can't get enough, his breath runs heavy and I feel his erection poking my stomach, I'm actually turned on by him being turned on.

I tug his hair, slightly raising on my tiptoes to keep our kiss nice and deep.

My tongue licks his and he hums, lifting me and carrying me to the leather sofa, he continues kissing me on the sofa and the pulse in my clit begs for attention.

He pushes my dress to my waist and strokes a hand over my damp panties.

I breathe in his mouth, aching my back. He bites on the skin on my neck as he continues rubbing me.

I feel empty, and I want him to fill that emptiness.

I grip my hands in his hair, trying not to beg him for it cause that would be super embarrassing.

He pulls my thong to the side and thrusts a finger inside me, I stop breathing but he pulls it out and brings it to his mouth.

Perv.

"Wanna know what you taste like?" He asks with his eyes closed.

"No."

"Good pussy," he opens his eyes to look down at me, "You taste like good pussy." He informs me, biting his lower lip.

Shit.

He sits up and pulls a condom out of his pocket, I raise my brows.

"So you just walk around with condoms in your pocket?" I ask.

"No, I came prepared." He smirks at me.

Bastard.

He reaches his hand inside his shorts and pulls out his thick, hard dick. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him, grinding his tip against my entrance.

A groan resounds from his chest as he tears the condom open and slips it on.

He braces his right hand on the side of my head, leaning down to kiss me as he slowly drives inside me, I shut my eyes, tensing and digging my fingers into his shoulder blades.

"Ease up for me." He whispers against my lips.

I breathe in through my nose, relaxing my muscles.

He starts moving in and out of me at a slow pace but my breath is hitched, It takes time for me to adjust to him. He grips my thigh as he continues thrusting into me, he threads his fingers through my hair, fisting it and tilting my head to meet his eyes, he pulls on my lip between his lips while looking into my eyes.

There's something about looking into his eyes while he kisses me dirty and fucks me slowly, it brings that gooey feeling to my stomach and it makes my heart race.

He feels good. Nice and deep, filling me again and again and again.

I want more of this, more of him.

"Luke." I breath out.

"Yeah?"

"Harder." I say with my eyes closed.

"Look at me." He orders, I open my eyes to look at him, our eyes meet glancingly.

"Ask me again."

"Fuck me harder." I place my hands on his face, looking into his eyes, he growls, looking down to where we're connected and pushing in harder.

I scream a moan and he places his hand over my mouth, pounding into me, the sofa moves underneath me when he enters me again and again, fucking me like there's no tomorrow, the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room as he thrusts into me harder and faster.

"Oh, fuck." He moves his hand to the base of my throat, groaning and tasting my mouth.

My heart squeezes and shivers breakout throughout my body.

"You like me." He states, staring down at my chest.

"Never."

"You will." He pulls out and pushes back in deeper.

"Oh God," I shut my eyes, moaning loudly, totally forgetting where we are or who might be listening. I can't help it, not when he's that deep inside me.

I open my legs wider as he slides in faster, making me feel a mixture of pain and pleasure.

We kiss and we moan and it's fucking nice.

I feel the pressure building in the pit of my stomach, spreading to my thighs and-

"Shit." I clench around his dick, my senses turning black and foggy as I scrap my nails down his back.

"Fuck." He slows down, stroking through my orgasm, devouring in and out of my heat.

He brings his lips down to mine, kissing me sensationally.

He buries his face in my neck, tightening his grip on my hip as he goes fast again.

"I wanna fuck you raw so I can feel my cum in you, so you can feel my cum in you." He pounds into me, sticking his fingers in my mouth.

This is crazy but oddly satisfying.

"I wanna feel your cum in me." I whisper.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He trembles on top of me, groaning in pleasure and breathing heavily as he runs the tip of his nose along my cheek, I involuntarily shut my eyes, feeling every moment of it.

He wraps his arm tightly around me, instead of telling him I don't do cuddling, I bury my fingers in his hair, keeping my mouth shut.