18. SIREN
18
SIREN
A weight dips beside me on my bed, and my eyes spring open into the darkness of my bedroom to find Reaper hovering before me, a knife in the palm of his hand and that lethal stare locked right on me.
Fear rushes through my veins, and before he gets a chance to officially take me out of the competition, I snap into action.
His arm starts to arc toward me, and as I suck in a breath, I use every ounce of strength I have and bring my knee up, slamming it hard into his crown jewels before frantically rolling. Reaper drops hard, groaning in agony as his blade plunges deep into my pillow, right where my head used to be.
My heart races faster than it ever has before as I scramble off my bed and make a break for it. My feet pound against the floorboards, not daring to waste a second looking over my shoulder. He’s down and out. There’s no way he could just simply recover from a blow like that to his balls, but this is Reaper we’re talking about, and he’s a different breed.
I fly out of my bedroom with such force, I knock into the hallway wall and use it to brace myself as I rush through the darkness.
I’m such a fucking idiot. After what happened between us at the lake, I stupidly convinced myself that he wouldn’t hurt me. At least, not yet. I thought we were good, but I was clearly wrong. All I know is that over this last week and a half, I have more than imagined what it would be like to wake up to find Reaper in my bed, but that sure as fuck wasn’t what I had in mind.
“You’re gonna fucking pay for that!” I hear Reaper holler after me, his deep, rumbling tone sending the most fearful chill down my spine and making me realize he’s recovered a lot quicker than I anticipated. But how? Are his balls made of steel? No man should have ever been able to recover from that. His balls should be somewhere up in his stomach right about now.
“Drop dead, asshole,” I yell back, finally breaking free of the hallway and scrambling around the corner before barging through the kitchen.
My panic is too much, and I can’t help but glance back to find Reaper right on my six, and as a terrified squeal tears from the back of my throat, he reaches out and locks his fist around the long rope-like plait of my hair, pulling me to a violent halt before slamming me against the kitchen counter.
I cry out in pain, and in a flash, his body is hard against mine, keeping me pinned as he presses his blade against the base of my throat. He’s breathing heavily in my ear, and despite how easily he subdued me, it’s clear that I’ve managed to inflict some sort of pain on this mystical creature behind me.
My whole life flashes before my eyes, and as my heart races faster than the sound of light, I realize it’s all over. Unwanted tears fill my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall, knowing I’ll never get to see Mila’s face again, never get to experience love, or enjoy the beautiful things in life.
He takes his time, and the longer he takes, the harder it becomes to hold back the tears. “Do it,” I growl, my voice thick with desperation. “Just fucking do it.”
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.
I scramble through the bag until my hands curl around my loaded gun, and as Reaper fucks me, I shoot back toward the kitchen window, hoping like fuck I manage to hit this asshole.
“Who the fuck is it?” I ask, not liking shooting blind.
There’s a pause as whoever it is reloads, and Reaper takes his chance to peek out the window. “Fuck,” he grunts as a hint of regret flashes in his lethal stare. “It’s The Boneyard Slayer.”
“What?” I groan, clutching onto his shoulder as that thick cock rams so deep inside of me I feel him in my throat. “What the hell is he doing here? I’ve been careful, and a moron like that doesn’t find me unless an even bigger moron has led him here.”
Reaper cringes. “My bad,” he says, thrusting again. “But to be completely clear, I came here with the intention to kill you, so compromising your location wasn’t exactly supposed to be an issue.”
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, ducking again as a fresh round of bullets rain down around us. BANG! BANG! BANG! “Shit. If he’s here, then surely his brother is around here somewhere too. I doubt the asshole would have the balls to come at both of us on his own.”
“Yeah . . .” Reaper says slowly. “About that . . .”
I let out a heavy sigh.
Having a better vantage point, Reaper takes the gun from me and shoots back, and while I’m sure he’s probably one of the best sharpshooters in the country, those bullets are going anywhere but his target while he’s focused more on fucking me than eliminating the threat. And to be honest, I’m not even mad about it.
“What the fuck did you do?” I demand over the sound of the raining bullets.
“It was nothing, really.”
“REAPER!”
“Okay, fine,” he grunts, pausing for just a second to send a few more bullets flying back at The Boneyard Slayer as I reach for a new magazine from my bag. “His brother tried to get the drop on me, so I had no choice but to retaliate. Only, I was interrupted before I could finish the job.”
“What?” I screech. “You left witnesses?”
“No. I left him. They were just teenagers. I couldn’t fucking slit his throat in front of them, plus they were breaking out their phones. I had to bail.”
“Shit.”
Frustration burns through me. This isn’t just a little fuck up, this is a colossal one. Not only did he walk away from a target without a confirmed kill, but he had witnesses who were minors and almost had video evidence. Not to mention, in our line of work, we can’t afford to make this personal, and having some asshole’s brother come for revenge . . . that sounds fucking personal to me.
“I figured I’d come back and finish the job later. It’s not as though he’s going to be capable of coming for me for another week or so.”
“Yeah, well, the job’s brother is currently trying to get revenge,” I mutter, pushing off the edge of the island counter and shoving Reaper back against the fridge, taking control and riding him just as I’ve been dreaming about for the past eleven days.
My hips rock, and in this position, he’s seated so deeply inside of me that my walls immediately start to convulse. “Holy fucking shit,” I grunt as my nails dig into his massive shoulder, but when he reaches down between us and presses his thumb to my clit, sending a hot wave of electricity pulsing through my body, all I can do is throw my head back and cry out with the sweetest pleasure.
“You fucking like that, baby.”
“I ain’t your baby,” I tell him. “You led this asshole to my door. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You’re what’s fucking wrong with me, Siren,” he says, gripping my ass and digging his fingers into my skin as I ride him like he’s never been ridden before. “You’ve been in my head since the second I saw you. I’m not thinking clearly. I’m making fucking mistakes, Siren, and I don’t make mistakes.”
“That’s why you came here tonight,” I say. “If you took me out of the picture, you could get over it and focus on the game.”
He nods, and honestly, it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. “As for this guy,” he continues, making a point of shooting back at him again. “He’ll be dead soon enough and you won’t have to worry about it. But I get it. You have every right to be pissed at me. I’m just as pissed with myself as you are. I don’t fuck up. Ever. It was a first for me, and I don’t fucking like it. It makes me feel weak, and it has everything to do with the way this sweet little cunt owns me.”
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.”
“Speak for yourself, Reaper. I can handle anything you’ve got. It’s you I’m worried about,” I say, turning on my heel and stalking back to my bedroom. “Hurry along, Reaper. I’m in charge now, and don’t forget that gun. I’ve got the perfect spot for it.”