SONYA'S POV
I barely sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I see Reign. Feel his hands on my skin. Hear his voice in my ear saying things that should scare me but instead make heat pool between my thighs, my p***y aching for his touch.
I'm so screwed.
At five a.m., I give up on sleep and decide to explore. The estate is a maze, but I eventually find my way to what looks like a gym. And of course, Reign's there.
Shirtless.
Hitting a punching bag with enough force to make the chain rattle.
Sweet goddess.
I should leave. Turn around and pretend I was never here.
But I'm frozen, watching the way his muscles flex with each hit, the way sweat glints on his skin, the way those tattoos move like living things across his back and shoulders.
His abs clench tight, leading down to the V of his
