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)
Reaper hesitates, and I feel the very moment his hand begins to shake. I grab his wrist, preparing to shove him away if I get even the slightest chance.
He takes a breath, and a moment later, the blade shifts away. “I can’t,” he says, that deep, terrifying tone now filled with an unsettling agony. Then, before he has a chance to find sanity, I shove his hand down against the counter, and as one of the knuckles in his hand breaks, I disarm him and curl my fingers around the hilt of the blade.
Whipping around, I shove the blade against his throat, backing him up against the very fridge I cuffed him to barely twenty-four hours ago. My chest heaves with desperation and anger as my tears fall. I can’t do it either.
Reaper simply stares back at me, the two of us locked in each other’s orbit.
“I can’t,” I whisper, never having felt so out of my comfort zone in my life.
“I know,” he tells me, swallowing hard enough that the blade cuts into his skin. I pull back just a fraction, not wanting to truly hurt him, and in a flash, he shoves my hand away. The blade clatters to the ground, and he reaches out and grips the back of my neck, pulling me in hard against his magnificent body.
His lips crush down on mine, kissing me deeply, and I instantly melt into him, throwing my arms around his neck as he holds me tighter than any human ever has the right to do. His hands are on my body as his tongue swipes into my mouth, warring for dominance. My knees go weak, but his strong arms hold me up and give me exactly what I’ve been needing.
It’s hungry and desperate, and I can’t seem to get enough, and when his hands roam lower to grab a handful of my ass, all I can do is press into him, silently asking for more.
He grinds against me, and our frantic kisses become something more. Before I know what’s happening, both our hands are reaching for our clothes, manically tearing them off, and the longer he’s not buried deep inside of me, the more desperate I become.
“Fuck, Reaper,” I gasp, absolutely starved. I need this man more than I need my next breath.
“I know, Little Siren. I’ve got you,” he vows just as he tears my thong clean from my body. The second it’s gone, I scramble back, all but climbing the counter and pulling him in. I release his thick, veiny cock from his pants, barely having a chance to pump my fist up and down before he’s slamming inside my needy cunt.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, just as desperate for this as I’ve been for him.
I groan, throwing my head back as I lean against my palms, inching my ass right to the very edge of the counter as Reaper fucks me like a god. He’s so fucking beautiful with that magnificently sculpted body and that grim reaper tattoo that covers his warm skin. He’s fucking perfect, but the way his body rolls with every powerful thrust . . . fuck. I can’t tear my eyes off him.
“God,” I moan, my legs already shaking.
“Fuck, Siren. I’ve been dreaming about this sweet . . . little . . . cunt.” He says each word between his commanding thrusts, his jaw clenched with hunger as his fingers dig into my thigh.
“Destroy me,” I beg him.
He pounds into me, that thick cock stretching my walls and taking me deeper than I ever thought possible. I’ve never been so full, and just like when he fucked me by the lake, I know I’ll never experience anything as good as this for as long as I live. I’m addicted, and despite begging him to destroy me, we both know he already has.
His muscles bulge as he grabs hold of me, and just as I feel that familiar build deep inside of me, a loud BANG sounds through the villa just as a bullet whizzes past both of our faces.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” I squeal as Reaper grabs me and hauls me off the counter and onto the floor, not daring to pull out of me.
More bullets rip through the villa right where we were both just standing.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Reaper grips my ass, holding me up off the ground as my back presses against the edge of the kitchen island counter, still slamming that thick, delicious cock deep inside of me. He grits his teeth, not letting a damn thing get in the way of this.
Glancing up toward the top of the counter, I see the handle of my bag, so I reach for it before pulling it down and letting it fall heavily to the kitchen floor, groaning as that build continues growing rapidly inside of me.