Chapter Twenty-Five
Charlotte
W e stand in the shadows of Dean Beaupre’s home—my next kill.
“I've been waiting for this asshole to get out of prison. He was finally released two weeks ago. He killed two young women and only got ten years. Fucking bullshit. He’s all yours, Charlotte.”
With my new knife in hand and a hatred filling me, I pull up the hood of my black sweatshirt, and we make our way into the farmhouse style home.
The first floor is dark. We head upstairs and I hear the sound of running water coming from behind a door and light music playing. He must be taking a shower.
Reaper follows behind me the whole time and lets me lead. He’s only here in case things go south. He’s my backup.
I twist the knob and crack open the door. I peer into the steamy room. It’s large with double sinks and a separate jacuzzi bath in the far corner. The shower curtain moves slightly.
He’s in there.
The rock music continues to play from a speaker on the counter as Reaper and I step fully into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I lightly pad across the floor toward the shower, stepping over a towel laid across the tile. With my sharp weapon in hand, I reach the curtain and yank it back, revealing a naked and wet Dean Beaupre, shaggy black hair sticking to his damp face, and ew , he was in a mid-jerk session.
“Who the fuck are you?!” he yells. Then his eyes clock the knife, and he instantly reacts, reaching out for my arm, but he slips and misses and I take that moment to send the sharp blade into his gut, deep, then slice him open like a warm apple pie.
Dean shouts in anger and pain and reaches for his stomach as he slips again on the mix of water and blood, falling to the shower floor.
“Oh god. What the fuck! What the fuck do you want?” he cries.
“For you to die. Those girls you killed deserved to live, you don’t.”
“I served my time!”
“Not enough. You’ll serve your time in hell now.” I drop to my knees, and I drive the blade through his soft wet belly over and over as blood coats the shower wall and floor. He reaches out to stop me, and his hand gets shredded in the process.
With each stab, Dean falls weaker and weaker until he finally stops moving, stops breathing, stops living.
Reaper steps beside me, and I stand, looking at him while still holding my obsidian blade dripping fresh blood.
“Well, damn. He looks pretty dead.”
I look back to Dean and the pool of blood that’s filling the tub as warmth travels through my veins, replacing the adrenaline, and sparking inspiration. I dip my vinyl gloved finger into the thick red fluid and paint with it on the shower wall. I repeatedly gather more slimy gore to finish my piece. When I’m done, I take a step back to admire my art. Water and Dean’s blood swirl together, creating a bleeding rose. Droplets of the mixture trail down the slick wall, back into the tub of blood. I break out of my trance and look over to Reaper, remembering he’s still standing there watching.
“Felt inspired.” I shrug. By Reaper’s eyes and lifted cheeks, I can tell he’s smiling under his mask. Looking back at my victim, I say brightly, “Merry Christmas, Dean.”
Once home, I take a shower to clean off any residue of Dean’s blood. While washing up, I replay the kill, and my adrenaline spikes all over again.
Remembering how Reaper was watching me while I stabbed Dean to death and painted the wall with his blood sends an invigorating rush through me that pools between my thighs. Maybe I’m sick for getting turned on after what I just did, but it’s happening more and more frequently with Reaper, especially after our kiss.
I honestly can't tell if he wants me like I want him but sometimes with the way he looks at me, it feels like he might.
Tonight has me feeling bold and my sexual needs are begging to make Reaper mine.
It’s still Christmas for another forty-five minutes, and I’ve been a good girl .
Walking into our bedroom I find Reaper sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his arms resting on his thighs, hands clasped.
“Waiting for me?”
“Yeah, just wanna make sure you’re still feeling all right after tonight.”
“You don't have to worry about me, Reaper. This is still what I want. I’m not changing my mind.”
I walk to stand in front of him. He sits up taller as I approach, and I move into the space between his legs. He looks up at me and his expression is unreadable but that doesn't stop me.
Holding my towel with one hand, I take my other and run my fingers through his brown hair. His eyes close, and a soft groan rises from his throat. I move my hand lower and trace my fingers down his neck and over his collarbone, then to his firm chest. Reaper’s eyes fly open. They’re heated and dark.
“Don't touch me like that,” he says, looking at me intensely.
“Or what?” I ask with a raise of my brows.
“Or I’ll never let you stop.” His voice is rough and strained.
“Good.”
Reaper suddenly stands and moves away from me.
“Charlotte, we can't. We shouldn't.”
“Well, which is it? We can't or we shouldn’t?”
“Both. I kill people and thoroughly enjoy it. I’m not a good man. You deserve a good man.”
“Are you forgetting I’m a killer too? You saw what I did tonight. And you've been so good to me. I deserve what I want and I want you. ”
I sit on the bed and scoot back to the middle. I unwrap my towel and spread my bent legs, giving him a full view of my bare pussy.
He inhales at the sight of me and I can see all his muscles tense. Hands clenching at his sides. He’s fighting this.
“This is dangerous, Charlotte. I’m telling you, I've never been the possessive type, but I know, I've known it from the start, just one taste of you and I won't be able to ever let you go.”
“So never let me go, Reaper.”
He growls, finally snapping, and pounces on me. Diving in between my legs and doing more than just tasting me. He’s utterly devouring me. I can't help but fall back onto the bed, my back arching with wild pleasure.
Holy fuck. His tongue, an intoxicating serpent driving me fucking wild. His lips tenderly make love to me in between the torment his warm tongue is doing to me.
“Oh fuck, Reaper. Holy fuck. It feels so good.”
This man between my legs is a fucking magician, making me see sparkles and lights.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” I shout. He abruptly stops, pulling his face away and sitting up. “What? What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?” I say, breathlessly.
“The first time you come for me will be around my cock.”
Oh.
Oh, fuck yes. I've been wanting this so bad. Craving him, needing him inside me. And he’s finally going to give it to me.
Stretching his shirt over his head, he pulls it off, revealing his broad masculine body. He’s sculpted to perfection. He leans down and slides two fingers between my slippery pussy.
“You are so fucking wet, soaking my sheets. I don't think I ever want to wash them again.”
Bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucks them, eyes rolling back. He quickly unbuckles his pants, shoving them down and his thick swollen cock pops free, and my god, it matches the beast of the man it belongs to.
I can't help biting my bottom lip in anticipation as he positions himself at my begging cunt and then he slides in. I cry out at the intense euphoric feeling of him gliding deep into me. Fuck, he is completely filling my pussy.
“Oh Reaper, you feel so good. I can’t take it.”
“You can take it. Be my little savage and take all of me.”
His words stir something within me and I let my body further relax as I feel myself stretch to fully accept him. “Fuck me, Reaper. Fuck me so good.”
And he does just that.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the bed, bringing me against him. I wrap my arms around his neck as he claims my pussy with every thrust, and I willingly give myself to him until I scream out with my orgasm grabbing hold of me, making me convulse in this powerful man’s arms. As the waves of pleasure roll through me, Reaper comes undone along with me.
“Fuck, Charlotte. I can feel your pussy clenching around me. Oh fuck, baby.”
He slams his lips against mine, kissing me greedily. His moans fill my mouth as his cum fills my pussy.
We both collapse, thoroughly fucked and spent. I look up at the ceiling and meet his eyes through the mirror. He smiles as he lies there, still catching his breath. Then, he rolls toward me and kisses my forehead before getting up.
He strides to the bathroom in all his naked glory, and moments later, the sound of the shower starting fills the air. But before I can linger on it, he’s back in the bedroom, moving toward me with that confident, unhurried grace.
My eyes trail down his glorious body—from his tattooed chest and torso, to his defined abs, and lower still, to the perfectly sculpted V that draws my gaze to his still-swollen cock, bobbing slightly as he walks. His thick, muscular thighs flex with every step, commanding attention.
When he reaches the bed, he scoops me into his arms, effortless and secure, leaving no doubt that I’m exactly where he wants me to be.
“What are you doing?” I giggle in his arms.
He carries me into the bathroom, to the massive square glass shower. He places me down on my feet inside, and I move under one of the many shower heads of warm water.
“I need to finish what I started.”
“What?” I give him a puzzled look.
Grabbing me by my hips, he moves me back toward a built-in tiled bench. He lifts one of my legs and places my foot on the edge, then drops to his knees before me.
Oh.
Grinning wickedly, he places his hot mouth on my pussy again.
Oh my god.
He swirls his tongue around my clit, then drags it to my entrance, pumping it in and out. He brings his mouth back up to my swollen clit and begins sucking on it and I start to feel my knees going weak. I grab his soaked hair and place my other hand on the glass shower wall to steady myself as he sucks me into euphoria.
“Oh, Reaper. Yes, fuck yes.”
I feel an answering groan of pleasure against my pussy.
“Fuck, Charlotte. You taste so fucking good, baby.” He looks at me, and our eyes lock. My eyelids feel heavy and light at the same time. The fire and desire behind Reaper's eyes are enough to bring me close to the edge. As he drives two fingers into me, I close my eyes in heated bliss.
“Open your eyes, Charlotte. Keep looking at me.”
I obey and open my eyes. He continues sucking on me while thrusting his fingers into my pussy and it’s just all too fucking much. My body has built up so much pressure. I’m a fucking rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap.
“Come for me. Come all over my fucking face, Charlotte.”
I let go and burst apart. Waves of pleasure roll through me over and over and over until my knees buckle, and I nearly fall. Reaper catches me and slowly brings me down to the shower floor with him, holding me while the end of my orgasm settles.
I lie there, curled up in his lap with my head against his chest as water runs over us.
“Reaper?”
“Yea?”
“Let’s do that again sometime.”
His deep chuckle echoes against the glass walls, and I giggle along with him.
We dry off and climb into bed. He surprises me when he pulls me to him and holds me. There’s no thunderstorm; he doesn't need to comfort me by holding me through it.
“I thought you didn't cuddle?”
“I’ve made some exceptions for you.”
I smile against his chest and trace a finger over his sternum.
“Why do you think that is?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I’ve been asking myself that question since the first day I saw you.”
“It’s embarrassing to think about that night now. How pathetic I must have looked. I hate how weak I was with Jason. I shouldn't have let it go on for so long.”
“You weren't weak. You survived, and that makes you so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. From that very first moment I saw you, you were the most beautiful savage I’d ever laid eyes on, and every day since, you’ve only proven your strength. It’s always been inside you. Instead of keeping it caged, you’ve finally let it free.
“Your journey reminds me of a butterfly’s metamorphosis. They say it’s a painful process—the caterpillar breaks down completely, everything it once was dissolving so it can rebuild itself into something stronger. And then, it uses all that newfound strength to break free from its chrysalis. A painful, but undeniably beautiful journey.
“You’ve been through your own metamorphosis, Charlotte, and the result is breathtaking. You’re beautiful.”
I feel myself blushing, but then I pause. “Are you saying I was a larva? ”
“Caterpillar kinda sounds better.” I swat him on the chest, and he laughs. “The most stunning caterpillar!”
“Mmhmm.” His words replay in my mind. A painful, but undeniably beautiful journey. “I couldn't have done it without you though.”
“Nah, you could have, but I’m glad I got a front row seat to watch the extraordinary butterfly you’ve become.”
I smile to myself again.
“You’re saying an awful lot of sweet things, Reaper. Is a good fuck all it took? Fuck away the grumpiness?”
“Very funny. There is so much I've wanted to do and say to you, Charlotte.”
“Why did it take so long?”
“Because I was trying to keep a wall between us. To protect both of us.” He sighs. “But… I keep building up my walls just to watch them fall again. Over and over, for you. It’s been exhausting.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. So he has been wanting this for probably as long as I have.
“I’ve been wanting you, Reaper. I never wanted another person the way I’ve been wanting you. I just didn't think you felt the same about me.”
“How could I not?”
I look at him in the dim bedroom light and he turns his head to meet my gaze.
So many feelings and words run through me but all I manage to do is lean in and press my lips to his perfect mouth. He pulls me tighter against him and deepens our kiss.
I fear I’ll never get enough of him.