19. Reaper
Reaper
Two fucking weeks and I’ve been going out of my damn mind.
Sure, both King and Saint gave me updates on Paris, but seeing her hit me square in my damn chest. The amount of tension that disappeared from my body when she jumped into my arms had been on another level.
While I believed what my brother told me, the relief at seeing her for myself, I can’t put into words.
I haven’t been this invested in a woman in a long time.
At first when Paris came into my life, even though the attraction had been on another level, I didn’t expect long suppressed feelings to surface.
I buried these types of feelings the day Blake took her last breath.
Now the fierce roar of want, desire, and protectiveness has surged to life again like a tidal wave that can’t be stopped.
With a loud bang, the door to my bedroom closes behind us.
I pull her into my arms, her soft skin against mine, and kiss her like it’s the last time I will ever see her.
With a gasp, she tightens her arms around my neck.
Her lips press against mine, igniting something deep inside me that has my heart racing.
Palming her ass, I lift her into the air, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push her against the door, as she desperately tries to undo my jeans while I trail kisses down her neck.
Fuck this woman is going to be the death of me. She stirs feelings in me that only resurface whenever I’m around her. I both fucking hate it and love it at the same time.
She unbuttons my jeans and releases me. Luckily, she’s wearing a skirt, the thin fabric easily bunches above her waist. The sound of her gasp echoes around the room as I tear her panties.
I pause for a second, the head of my cock perfectly placed against her entrance. I’m holding myself back from slamming into her.
“Be sure this is what you want, sweetheart because I will never change. I will always be the man that I am.”
She understands what I mean. I’ve told her from the beginning I’m no one’s Prince Charming. I will always be the villain in any story including hers. She needs to want me for the man I am, not the man she thinks that I am.
“I know who you are, Logan. It doesn’t matter because I want you.”
She says that now, but she doesn’t know the real me. What will she think when she finds out all these ravens tattooed on my skin are for the men I’ve killed? I’m sure she’ll be repulsed by that.
Or maybe, I’m just thinking too much about it.
She’s the first woman in a long time who captivates me. Maybe I’m the one afraid of getting attached?
Or hurt.
“I just want to feel you inside me. Please.”
The lightest touch of her lips against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I’m on the verge of just saying fuck it. The desperation in her eyes, and the tremor in her voice call to something deep in me. This is something I need just as much as she does.
I shove my doubts aside and concentrate on living in the moment. I’ll just deal with the consequences later because right now I don’t want to stop myself from having what I want anymore.
“Logan!” she screams, the sound echoing through the space as I surge inside her tight warmth.
Immediately a sense of possessiveness washes over me, and I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
She’s mine.
“Fuck,” I groan as her wet cunt grips me with perfection. “I just knew you’d be fucking addictive.”
The steady rhythm of her body moves against mine as she buries her face in the curve of my neck, her uneven breaths a warm, gentle caress against my skin. I don’t want to trigger her in any kind of way, but I would love for this moment to last longer than I know it will.
Ever since she’s been staying at my place, I’ve fantasized about this, imagining every detail.
Her moans. The sweet smell of her arousal, and how it would feel for me to be inside her all night long.
I’ve heard her whisper my name in that sweet voice that’s become I sound I long to hear.
Yet nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding my system right now.
A symphony of nothing but the sweet sounds and the smell of Paris.
Something I didn’t believe I would ever experience because of her trauma.
And when she decided she wanted to wipe the horrible memories of Nikita from her mind, I still didn’t believe we would end up here.
Connected in a way that can never be changed or forgotten, no matter what happens after this.
She grips my hair as I slam into her over and over again. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”
“Fuck, Logan. Oh my god.!” she screams as I keep slamming into her.
I’m sure the entire clubhouse can hear us, but I don’t give one single fuck. Paris is mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it, especially her.
My pulse pounds in my ears, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my movements. The way she fits around me is absolute perfection and I know this won’t be the last time I have her.
It can’t be.
“Right there, Logan. Oh fuck! I’m coming!”
There’s so much of her arousal, it’s leaking down my nuts, and the heat from her body is driving me insane. The familiar tingling starts at the soles of my feet— a prickly warmth that moves up my legs and across my entire body.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I groan, as she clenches around me pulling me over the edge with her.
When I’m completely spent, I rest my forehead against hers, as we both catch our breaths.
I pull away and peck her lips.
“That was amazing,” she says, as I maneuver her towards the bed.
I pull out of her, then gently place her down on the bed then push her dress above her knees. Opening her legs, I’m transfixed on the mixture of my cum and hers leaking from her puffy cunt.
“We’re not done yet,” I say as I run my fingers through her wet slit.
When she moans it goes straight to my dick. I can’t help myself, so I push my fingers inside her and her walls clench around them. I know she’s sore, so I won’t fuck her again, but I will lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name.
“Fuck you smell so good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you. It’s been entirely too long.”
As I slide my tongue over her pussy, the taste of her arousal mixed with mine explodes in my mouth, a symphony of salty sweetness and musk.
A low hum vibrates against her warm skin as her hands reach up, fingers digging into my hair.
The burning sting on my scalp only intensifies my desire to destroy this woman for any other man.
I suck on her clit, while she grinds against me. I push a finger inside her entrance, moving in and out of her at the pace of her movements while continuing to suck on her clit until she screams my name and floods my mouth with her arousal when she comes.
I lap up all her juices until she pushes me away. I rise on my knees, and smirk at the contentment on her face. Her eyes are closed, her brown skin is flushed, and a wide smile graces her face. She looks thoroughly fucked and absolutely beautiful
“Fuck, I missed you, Paris.”
It slips out before I can stop the words, but it’s the truth. There’s no point in lying to myself or to her. There’s something about Paris that has crawled beneath my skin. And I want to explore it.
She opens her eyes, and her smile widens. “I missed you too.”
I lay down beside her, then wrap her in my arms. Her warm breath brushes against my skin as she rests her head against my chest. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” she asks. “I was so worried. No one would tell me anything.”
“They couldn’t. That’s how this life goes. Some shit you’ll never know even when you ask.”
I kiss the top of her head, understanding her anger about King keeping shit from her, but this is how things go in this life.
And it’s not like she’s going to be around long.
Once things are settled with the Petrovs, she’ll be able to live her life.
And shit will go back to the way it was before I ran into her at the underground fight.
My chest tightens at the thought of us going our separate ways, but that’s how it has to be. She’s not my old lady, and she’s got a life to live.
“I’m good. I promise.” I push all those thoughts to the back of my mind. That’s something I’ll tackle when it happens. “All the charges will be dropped so I’m not worried about it.”
“I understand not telling me what happened with Aleksi.” She winces when she turns on her side and props up on her elbow. “But I hope you’re right.”
“Are you okay?”
She smiles and her cheeks flush. “I am. A little sore but it was worth it.”
It was more than worth it.
“What were you doing in King’s office? Nobody tried anything, did they?”
“No. Everyone just treated me like I had the plague,” she says, and I chuckle.
“I was trying to find out information about you.” Her nail traces a pattern across my chest. “Did you know he thought I might have been a part of all of this? He believed I targeted you. Why didn’t you tell him the truth about me? ”
“Because it’s not my story to tell, Paris. All King and the Sinners needed to do was trust me. My word should have been enough.”
“I understand why he was so standoffish with me now. He cares about you as well as the other men of this club.”
I understand what she’s saying, but I’m still not going to let King act like he’s holier than thou.
It wasn’t too long ago, Alana had been in the same position.
She also brought trouble to our doorstep that almost cost us Sinner blood even though it had been a request of Grimm, the Prez of our mother chapter.
It seems both my brothers are hypocrites, and I have no problem calling them out on it.
“Well, we got things straight between us, I think.” Her genuine smile, warm and bright like sunshine, pierces the gloom of the past two weeks. “I don’t want to bring any harm to anyone, especially you. You’ve done so much for me, but if I need to go Logan, I can make it on my own.”
There’s no way she can make it on her own. Not yet anyway.
“When it’s safe, you can go live the life you deserve.”
Even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s going to be hard to let her go.
Her face falters just a little as sadness creeps into her eyes.
I know she wants me to confess I want her to stay, but I will not keep her chained to me like Nikita.
Once this is all over, Paris will live her life, thriving and flourishing, a life she was robbed of.
“Let’s not talk about all that right now.” I flip on top of her. “There are other things I want to do to you.”
Her laughter saturates my soul. She’s something special and all I want to do is enjoy the time we have together before it all ends.