Chapter 24 Lexi
The moment Reaper stomps into our bedroom, I know this isn’t going to be a pillow-talk-and-iced-tea kind of night. Relief floods through me as I scan him for injuries. Droplets of blood cover his cut and jeans, but he’s unharmed.
“Did the keycard work?” I ask, sitting up in bed.
“Yeah.” The mattress creaks under his weight as he rips his leather cut off, revealing the tattooed slabs of muscle that make up his chest.
“Is Blackstone dead?” I whisper.
“No,” he snaps with that look in his eye, the one that says he still hasn’t gotten justice. Immediately, I realize what he needs—someone to soothe the raging fire inside him. That’s something I can do.
Our room is dimly lit, just the way he likes it when he’s like this. I’m wearing a slinky mint-colored negligee with barely-there panties. A part of me knew what he’d want when he got back, so I was ready.
“Strip,” he growls, his voice as rough as sandpaper.
I stand and obediently peel off my negligee, letting it pool at my feet. His dark eyes flare, taking in my nakedness, while a predatory smile twists his lips.
“Face down and spread your legs, babe,” he commands.
I do as he says, bending over the edge of the bed, spreading for him. I’m wet, already slick with anticipation for what’s to come. He stands behind me. The rustle of the rest of his clothing falling to the ground heightens my anticipation.
When his hands grip my hips, I shiver. His fingers dig into my hips before he enters me in one hard, searing thrust. The sting only heightens my desire, and I moan out my pleasure.
Gripping the sheets, I rock my ass back against his flat belly. He’s so deep it’s almost painful, but he knows just how much I can take.
“You feel so damn good,” he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending tendrils of need down my spine. “Fuck, I needed this.”
The headboard pounds against the wall as he drives into me relentlessly. I arch my back, begging for more. My nails claw at the sheets, tearing them as he angles his cock against my clit. Pleasure flashes through me, white hot and blinding. My orgasm bears down on me like a freight train, and I can’t escape it.
“Reaper,” I gasp, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I don’t care. This is what we both need tonight, this release, this raw, primal connection.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, his breathing ragged in my ear. “You’re mine, always mine.”
His words send me over the edge. I reach the most incredible climax, my body shuddering around him as I lose all sense of space and time. Floating in a sea of pure ecstasy, I never want to come back down from this high.
Reaper’s thrusts become even wilder, more erratic. It’s almost as if he’s trying to pound his demons out of his soul and into mine. But they’re already there. The moment he told me the truth about Blackstone, they took up residence in my heart. He doesn’t know it, but I want vengeance just as much as he does.
Pulling out of my fluttering pussy, he grabs something off his nightstand. I turn my head to find him flicking open a bottle of lube. A moan escapes my lips. I know what’s coming, and it’s going to hurt in the most delicious way.
“Relax for me,” he whispers as he trickles lube on my puckered hole. “Hold it open.”
I reach back and grab my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, submitting to his lascivious need to violate me there. His cock presses against me, pushing at the tender flesh which tries to refuse his entrance.
“Relax, baby,” he croons before forcing the head of his dick into me.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“That’s it. Take it all. Be a good girl and take every last inch.” The wicked lust in his voice unravels something inside me. I open for him, letting him stuff inch after inch into my body.
He reaches around to strum my clit with his fingers. “Fuck, your ass is so perfect.”
Pulling almost all the way out, he stills before thrusting deep. Surprised, I’m not ready for what comes next. He uses me like a toy, fucking my ass and playing with my clit until I’m screaming and crying out his name.
Coming all over his fingers, I can’t even catch my breath before he stuffs them inside me, spreading me while continuing to plunge his huge cock into me. I’m double stuffed now. My nipples are harder than the diamond tips on a drill. They ache as I struggle to survive the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me.
He’s never been like this before, so filthy yet so coordinated. Somehow, he knows exactly when to stop stroking my clit, when it’s just too much to bear.
Sweating and moaning uncontrollably, I writhe on his cock. I silently plead with him to stop, but I also want him to keep going, so I press my lips together and take it. The loud slap of his body against mine reverberates through the room. I’m sure everyone in the clubhouse knows what’s going on, but I don’t care. He’s making it known to everyone that I’m his and he’s mine.
“Oh, fuck!” He snarls as thick spurts fill me. “Fuck, I love you, baby.”
I freeze. This wasn’t the way I expected him to say it. Did he even mean it, or is he too blissed out to know what he just said?
He collapses on top of me as we both catch our breath.
“I love you, Lexi,” he mumbles in my hair, his grip on my hips finally loosening.
“I love you too,” I whisper, knowing the truth now. He meant it. He loves me.
My heart soars.
As our breathing slows, he rolls off me. We lie side by side, legs entwined. His forearm drapes over my stomach, a comforting weight. I know that come morning, we’ll still have to deal with Blackstone, but for now, in this stolen moment, we’re together and in love, and that’s all that matters.
“Babe,” he whispers.
“Hmm?”
“I killed someone tonight.”
“I know.” In the back of my mind, I knew. He’s never been quite so rough before, but he’s been close. Thinking back, I realize just how many men he must have killed over the years. Somehow, it doesn’t bother me as much as it should.
“And you still love me?”
“Was he evil?”
“Beat his wife.”
“Then he got what he deserved.”
“You get it.”
“I do.”
“Hmm.” He nuzzles my neck before pressing soft kisses to the hollow of my throat. “I might need more.”
“Sex?”
“You. Everything. This.”
“You’ve got me. I’m yours.”
“Babe, you might regret saying that when you can’t walk in the morning.” He props up on one arm and grins down at me.
“Nothing you can do will stop me from wanting you again.” I trail my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. “Not even a really hard pounding.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, looking concerned.
“Not yet.” I flash a wicked grin before untangling my legs from his. “But the night is young.”
“It’s almost five a.m.”
“Then you’d better get to work if you’re going to wreck me by sunrise.” I spread my legs, taunting him with a sexy smirk.
“Remember later, you wanted this,” he growls as he slips out of bed.
“I won’t forget.”
After washing up in the bathroom, he jumps—literally jumps—back into bed. Soon, his primal grunts fill the room as he drags me back into his seductive abyss. There’s nothing sweet about the way he’s fucking me, but that’s exactly what I want right now. Maybe the darkness in him is rubbing off on me more than I realize, or maybe it’s always been there, just waiting to be discovered.
I can’t wait to find out what else he can bring out of me. There’s so much more that we need to learn about each other, but I’m ready. And so is he.
By the time morning comes, we’ve reached orgasmic heaven at least half a dozen times, maybe more. Spent and totally exhausted, I collapse into the tattered sheets.
Reaper’s phone buzzes on the nightstand. He grabs it, scowls, then looks at me. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Blackstone’s got Ace.”