Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“You know damn well I didn’t grind my cock up against you in that alley. If I had, there’s no way you would have been able to walk away. I would have fucked you right there. But you’re lying, that’s not when you first realized.”
“You’re right. I knew it that first night after the initial meeting when I was on the roof and you were just . . . staring at me. I wasn’t sure. I thought you were either intrigued or you just wanted me to know how easily you could have ended my life.”
“Both things can be true.”
A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips. “And now? Do you still want to show me just how easily you could end my life?”
“Make no mistake, Siren. I still plan on killing you when the time comes, but until then, I don’t see why I can’t see how deep you can take me or how fucking tight your sweet cunt is,” he tells me in that deep, rich tone that sends adrenaline coursing through my body, lighting me up in ways I never imagined. “I wish to taste you, to bend you over and see how effortlessly you come apart for me.”
I suck in a breath, my thighs clenching beneath the table as my heart rate rises.
“I want to break you, Siren. I want to fuck the attitude out of you, and don’t even try to pretend like you don’t want this too,” Reaper continues. “I can smell how hungry you are, know just how tight you’re having to clench those pretty thighs just to relieve the ache I put there. You’re desperate for me, Siren.”
Well fuck. How am I supposed to respond to that?
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” I tell him. “I’m not the girl who’s going to simply roll over and allow you to have your way with me. If you bite, I bite back. And I’m sure as hell not about to just give it up for you.”
Reaper scoffs, and it’s clear he thinks I’m all talk, but as I watch him, I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to this. “What do you really want?” I ask. “If all you wanted was to fuck me, you could have easily pulled me into a side alley or a bathroom. You saw how quickly my body reacted to yours the other night. You know just how easily you could have gotten what you wanted, but you didn’t. Instead, you brought me here. There’s an ulterior motive.”
“There’s no ulterior motive.”
“Oh sure. I’ll just believe the word of the world’s most wanted contract killer.”
The waiter returns right at the wrong time, two plates in his hand, and I watch as his brain comprehends exactly what was just said. His eyes widen in horror, and the plates in his hand start to shake.
“Fuck me,” Reaper mutters under his breath, having to take the plates from the terrified waiter before fixing him with a haunting stare. “You heard nothing, and if I get wind that you’ve opened your big mouth, you’ll have me to deal with. Is that understood?”
He nods so fast that I fear his head will pop right off his body, and not a moment later, he stumbles away, leaving me to deal with Reaper.
“You really must scan your surroundings before you open your mouth.”
“Why would I possibly need to do that when I’m sitting with none other than the infamous Reaper? Haven’t you heard? He’s taken a career change. He’s no longer in the business of ending lives. He’s taken up stalking instead.”
Reaper just stares. “Are you done?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I could go on. I had more about you being a sex-crazed psychopath, but I can stop. Talk of sex clearly makes you very uncomfortable,” I say, raising my foot under the table and pressing right between his legs, taunting him. “If you can’t handle it, I could always stop.”
Reaper sucks in a breath, not knowing me well enough to know if I’m just bluffing or if I’m about to crush his crown jewels. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with,” he says as his hand shifts beneath the table and casually rests on my ankle, more than ready to disable me if it comes down to it, but all I can do is grin.
“Tell me, Reaper,” I say, pressing my foot into him a little harder. “What’s your ulterior motive?”
He narrows his gaze. “You tell me what you think it is.”
I think for a moment before finally deciding it doesn’t matter if I were to be honest. “I think you want to work with me. I think I’ve surprised you, and while I might have made some questionable choices that you don’t necessarily agree with, I think you see the value in having me as an asset. I’m already ahead in the game by miles.”