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)
Having this kind of power over such an impressive man gives me goosebumps, and in response, I clench my walls around him, watching the way his eyelids flutter with the deepest need. His fingers tighten on my ass, and despite the bullets still turning my villa into nothing more than rubble, he tosses the gun down and grabs me.
Reaper lifts me off him and shoves me down against the floor on my knees, bending me over so my face is against the ground and my ass is up in the air. He positions himself behind me, and just like at the lake, he slams into me from behind, his thumb at my ass as his other hand clutches my hip, holding me still.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
He fucks me like a goddamn beast, his thrusts more powerful than the bullets blasting through my villa. My body instantly becomes his as he shows me exactly how my cunt owns him. He wraps my hair around his fist before pulling my head back, and just like at the lake, I reach between my thighs and rub tight circles over my needy clit.
“See this,” he grunts through a clenched jaw, his thrusts so powerful and addictive as he pushes his thumb inside my ass. “Now that we’ve determined that I can’t fucking live without this, you’re mine. This sweet little cunt—all fucking mine. I am your pleasure, Siren. You belong to me.”
My pussy begins to shatter, my walls wildly spasming around his thick cock, and as my orgasm blasts through me, I cry out with heavy, panted breaths. “Yours. I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, the relief in his tone sounding as though he’d feared how I would respond to him, but after he claimed me at the lake, I figured that was just how he liked to talk while he fucked. Only this time it was different, there was a profound demand in his tone, and I realize he means every last word. I belong to him, but what he fails to understand is that he now belongs to me too.
I come hard, my orgasm completely destroying me, and as Reaper comes with me, our whole fucking souls merge as one. I don’t know what this is or what it means, especially during War Games, but there’s no turning my back on it now.
I’m his and he is mine, right to the fucking end.
I come down from my high when more bullets blast through the window, only they come from the living room and I adjust my gaze, able to see our shooter clearly now, which also means he’s more than capable of seeing us too.
Reaper sighs as if realizing the same thing. We have to move—unless we feel like being shot—and right now, all I want to do is fuck this beast of a man all over again.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, reaching for the discarded gun and inserting a fresh magazine. More bullets fly toward us, and despite the threat they pose, I get to my feet. Standing right in the middle of the war zone, I raise my gun, take aim at the asshole outside my living room window, and take one final shot.
The bullet pierces right through his shoulder, and I curse, knowing my post-orgasm shaky knees are completely responsible for missing the imaginary target I put right between his eyes. And honestly, missing in front of a man like Reaper is nothing short of embarrassing, but considering his gaze is locked on my ass, I think it’s safe to say he didn’t even notice.
The Boneyard Slayer falls back, the force of my bullet sending him sprawling to his ass, and as if finally remembering who the fuck I am and the damage I can cause, he scrambles to his feet and takes off like a bat out of hell.
“Fuck,” I grunt, itching to go after him as I look around for my clothes.
“Don’t even think about it,” Reaper says, that deep tone sending electrical currents right to my core.
“Why the hell not?” I ask, turning to face him only to find him on his feet behind me, that glorious body completely on display and teasing me with everything else it’s capable of offering.
His hand takes my waist, pulling me in before letting that very hand drop to my ass. “The brothers will still be there tomorrow. Let them lick their wounds for now.”
“And why should I do that?”
“Because I’m not nearly finished with you, and when I tie your wrists to your fucking ankles, I need your mind focused solely on me, not some other man.”
“Oh really?” I say, a grin pulling at my lips as I press my hand to his chest and feel the steady rhythm of his heart beneath. “And if I tell you no?”
Reaper growls, and I feel his cock harden between us. “I don’t know if you’re ready for that kind of trouble.”