23. SIREN
23
SIREN
M y chest heaves as Reaper and I crash to the dirty ground, his strong arms bracing around my body and protecting me from the impact. I have no fucking idea what happened, but somehow The Executioner is dead with my blade protruding from his right eyeball, but I wasn’t the one who put it there. Only, I could have sworn that blade was in my hand when I lunged for him.
How the fucking hell did that happen?
I suppose this is what I get for baiting a man like Reaper. Though he was technically the one to bait me, and I loved it.
Perhaps I’ve gotten too comfortable with him and forgotten exactly what he was capable of. After all, there was a reason I was so petrified of him when we first met, and it’ll be wise to remember that. Only, I don’t think he’s ever going to hurt me. He’s somehow gone from being my greatest threat to my fiercest protector. Even if he’s an asshole who makes me work for my kills . . . or lack thereof. But there’s no denying that from the second he dared to go after my target, I’ve never had so much fun.
Having said that, I still can’t figure out how the hell he managed to disarm me and claim my kill all within the blink of an eye. Though one thing is for sure, there’s no questioning his skill. He’s better than the best. He’s in a league of his own.
I shove him off me and sit up, leaning against my palms as I attempt to catch my breath. “What the fuck was that?”
Reaper simply grins at me as though he didn’t even break a sweat during the most chaotic fight ‘til the end I’ve ever been involved in. “I told you, Little Siren, that kill was mine, and I don’t care if you sat on my face and ground that sweet little cunt against my tongue to distract me, I was still making that kill.”
I scoff, getting to my feet as I stride over to The Executioner’s body and rummage through his pockets for his ID. “Just because you were the one who made the kill, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t belong to me. I was robbed. I had it in the bag, and you know it.”
“Say what you want,” he murmurs, slowly getting to his feet and watching me carefully. “But I made that kill, and you know it.”
Finding his wallet, I pull out his driver’s license and look over it before holding it up. “Then I suppose you’re going to want this?” I ask, holding it out toward Reaper. His gaze narrows, and as he reaches to take the little plastic card out of my hand, I yank it back, grinning maniacally. “You want it. Come get it.”
Then, without skipping a beat, I take off at a sprint, deeper into the cave.
“Fuck me,” I hear Reaper mutter behind me before jumping into action. He chases after me, and the stupidest squeal tears out of me as he does, but I forge ahead through the darkness, heading deeper into the cave.
I run around bends and take turns I wouldn’t have expected to be here, and when I hear the sound of rushing water, I head toward it. Reaper follows behind me, and despite not running very fast, he makes a point to not catch me, allowing me the chance to lead him astray. If this were any other time, and I was any other target, he never would have allowed me to get this far.
The rushing water gets louder, and I continue around one last bend before coming to a startling halt, my eyes widen in wonder as I take in the breathtaking view before me. A natural pool sits in the middle of the cave, and the ceiling has been washed away by the force of the waterfall streaming into it. The darkness is gone, replaced by the beauty of the vast sunlight streaming through the top of the cave.
It’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen.
The water is crystal clear, and the sun shines through the hole in the top, reflecting against the spray of water as it rushes in, it looks like a million sparkling diamonds dancing in the sky.
“Woah,” Reaper says, moving in behind me, his hands falling to my waist. “That’s—”
“Everything,” I whisper.
Reaper gently turns me, his dark gaze resting against mine as his fingers find my chin and lift. “No, Siren. You’re everything.”
My heart races as the sweetest rush begins pulsing through my veins, filling me with an emotion I don’t know if I’ve ever felt before. Butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach, and as he closes the gap between us and lowers his warm lips to mine, I finally understand it.
I’m in love with him.
I kiss him back, The Executioner’s ID falling from my fingers as I lace my arms around his neck. His hands tighten on my waist, holding me to him as he deepens our kiss, and the hunger intensifies within me.
His lips drop to my neck, and I suck in a gasp, tilting my head to the side and offering him more as my eyelids flutter, pure ecstasy tearing through me. “Reaper,” I moan, my fingers digging into his skin, silently begging for more.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my neck.
My chest heaves for air, and I can’t resist him a moment longer. I reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside before dropping my hands to his strong body. My fingers roam over his wide shoulders and down to his chest before sailing lower to the sharp ridges of his abs. His body is carved from stone, pure perfection, and I love every inch of it.
He doesn’t hold back, reaching for my tank top and peeling it off me as I become desperate to feel him inside of me. It becomes a frenzy of reaching for one another, tearing off clothes as our lips frantically seek the other’s, and before I know it, his hands are at my ass, lifting me into his warm arms.
I lock my legs around his waist, and as his lips return to mine, he walks us toward the water of the natural pool. He inches in, and the further he gets, the colder it seems to become, but with the heat radiating off our bodies, I barely notice the freezing temperature.
His body against mine is everything I’ve ever needed, and when he presses me up against the side of the natural pool and arches my back over the curved wall, I suck in a gasp, feeling as his fingers trail over my body.
He’s waist-deep in the water, with my hips barely skimming across the top of it, and as I lean back over the cave’s natural curve, his lips work their way down my body. A soft moan slips from between my lips, and as his fingers softly move across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, he leans down and closes his mouth over my needy clit.
A loud groan tears from deep in my chest, and as I listen to the sound of the powerful waterfall raining down around us, Reaper claims me in that only way he knows how.
His tongue works over my clit, flicking and rolling as he reaches down and finds my entrance, slowly pushing two thick fingers deep inside of me, tormenting me with the sweetest pleasure. “Oh God,” I groan as my hips jolt, and his skilled tongue makes my eyes roll.
I feel his grin against me, and as I reach down between my thighs and knot my hand into his hair, he curls his fingers inside of me and massages my walls. “Fuck,” I groan, my hips having a mind of their own as I tighten my hold in his hair.
Reaper is relentless, and as his fingers work over my G-spot again and again, I’m completely at his mercy.
It’s too much, and as I feel that familiar tightening deep inside my core, building by the second, I know it’s only a matter of time before he completely rocks my world.
The spray from the waterfall rains over me, dancing across my sensitive skin as Reaper’s tongue continues its sweet torture. I can’t take it a second longer, then as his fingers dive back inside of me, massaging my walls, I explode, unable to hold back.
My orgasm tears through me, and I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of this incredible cave. “Holy fucking shit,” I say with a heavy pant, tipping my head back as ecstasy pulses through my veins. Reaper doesn’t relent, and as he grins against my core, my orgasm intensifies.
His fingers curl and spread, massaging as my walls crumble around him, shattering like glass as they wildly convulse. My whole body spasms, and by the time I start coming down from my high, I can barely catch my breath.
“God, Reaper,” I groan, loosening my hold in his hair as he finally pulls back and allows me the chance to relax.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Little Siren,” he says, reaching for me and pulling me back into his arms, my legs locking around his hips once again. “I’m not nearly finished with you.”
I can’t help the grin that pulls at my lips, feeling his hardness against my overly sensitive core. “Oh, really?” I ask, hooking my arm around his neck and holding on as my other dives down beneath the water and circles his thick cock. “And dare I ask what it is you think you’re going to do to me?”
Reaper turns and makes his way toward the rushing downpour of water. “Don’t play coy with me,” he warns, that deep tone like a potent drug to me. “You know exactly what I’m going to do to you. Now be a good girl and let me fuck this sweet cunt before I fucking explode.”
Well damn. Who the hell am I to deny a request like that?
My hand pumps up and down his cock, and as his gaze locks onto mine, I can’t help but grin back at him. “I’m more than happy to let you fuck me, Reaper, but what I won’t do is be your good little girl.”
“Is that so?” he questions, bringing us closer to the edge of the waterfall as he adjusts his hold on me, fisting his cock and guiding it to my entrance. “Then I suppose you leave me no choice but to teach you a fucking lesson.” And with that, he slams that delicious cock deep inside my needy cunt.
I cry out, throwing my head back in ecstasy as my walls shamelessly adjust to his impressive size, stretching around him and offering no mercy. Then, just as he ruthlessly begins to fuck me, he takes one final step, sending us directly under the force of the massive waterfall.
“Holy fuck,” I call out as the water rains down over us.
My pussy clenches around him, and just when I think this is as far as he’s going to take it, his big hand closes around my throat and pushes my head back, tipping it until the water is raining down over my face.
I take a gasping breath, and as he fucks me within an inch of my life, I quickly realize that attempting to breathe is going to result in either a sexual drowning or a really pleasurable waterboarding session. And honestly, I don’t hate it.
“If you wish to breathe, sweet Siren, then be a good girl and come for me,” he tells me as that thick cock thrusts in and out, slamming deep inside of me and raining havoc all over my body. “Once you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you need. It’s that simple.”
His voice is barely audible over the sound of the massive waterfall, and honestly, I don’t know what kind of strength he must possess to be able to hold us here without being washed away, let alone continue to fuck me with such vigorous passion.
He pushes me back further so that my spine is almost flat against the water’s surface, and as the waterfall rains down over us, the water drums against my body, and more specifically, my sensitive nipples and clit, creating an overflow of electricity pulsing straight through my body and directly to my core.
My eyes roll behind my closed lids, and as my lungs begin to scream, desperate for sweet oxygen, I have no choice but to try and take a breath. Water quickly invades my mouth, and I sputter against it, gasping for air, but my body is too worked up, and as the water hammers against the rest of my body, stimulating both my nipples and clit, I become more worked up.
I squirm under his touch, but I’m not ready to tap out of this one just yet. All I know is that this is too good to call it quits, but if I have any intention of being able to walk away from this, I’m going to have to come soon, and judging by how worked up he’s got me, it’s going to be a good one.
My lungs are almost at a breaking point, and as Reaper rolls his skilled hips back and thrusts deep inside of me again, I’m launched right over the edge, coming in an explosive fit. My orgasm tears through me with rage, and as my whole body begins to spasm, Reaper pulls me out of the water, allowing me the chance to gasp for sweet oxygen.
With my chest pressed against his, I clutch onto him as I struggle to catch my breath. It has no effect on the raw intensity rocking through my body, nor do I think it has anything to do with not being able to take a breath. No, this has everything to do with the sheer intensity of the epic orgasm currently ripping through my body. My pussy convulses around his thick cock, and as I completely come undone, Reaper comes with me, shooting his hot load deep into my throbbing cunt.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmurs, leading us away from the raging waters as his hand moves up and down my back, making sure he didn’t push me too far. “Slow, deep breaths.”
“I’m okay,” I promise him, overwhelmed by the concern lingering in his deep tone, and despite how close I came to drowning in that waterfall, I know he wouldn’t have let that happen. He’s the fiercest killer across the globe, and yet I trust him implicitly. He’d sooner lay his own life down before letting mine falter. But that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to push boundaries. And fuck, these are boundaries I didn’t realize I wanted to cross.
Reaper walks us right over to the edge of the pool, and I unwind my body from his before draping myself over the edge and turning back to take in the sheer beauty of the natural pool and the roaring waterfall that just violated me in such a glorious way.
I’ve been across the world, taking out targets in every corner of this magnificent planet, and despite everything I’ve seen, there’s no doubt that this right here is one of the most breathtaking places on earth.
I can’t tear my eyes away from it as Reaper hovers at my side, reaching out of the pool to the bundle of clothes that’s dangerously close to falling into the pool with us.
We chill out for a while, and when Reaper steps back into me and drops his lips to my neck, I instantly melt into him, more than ready for round two. Only this time, I fully intend to be in control. Just because I might have enjoyed being waterboarded by a waterfall deep inside a cave doesn’t mean that I’m about to let that bullshit fly.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Reaper murmurs, his lips so soft against my skin.
“Mmmm,” I groan, pressing my ass back against him.
“Remember when you cuffed me to the fridge?” he asks just moments before I hear the soft click of metal filling the wondrous cave. He laughs in my ear and takes my hand, lifting it out of the water, only to find a metal cuff locked around it with the other end attached to the natural cut out of the pool wall.
“What the ever-loving fuck, Reaper?” I demand, pulling against the cuff. “Unlock me.”
All I can do is gawk at him as he climbs out of the pool with water gushing off his perfect body, making my mouth water. He strides across to the bundle of clothes and grabs his pants before pulling them on. He doesn’t bother doing up the button before finding The Executioner’s driver’s license on the ground and scooping it up.
“You won’t be needing this,” he tells me before shoving the ID deep into his pocket and winking at me with a stupid smirk across his delicious lips. He turns to make his way out of the cave, and I curse myself for not taking a better mental map of the course I ran before stumbling upon the pool. “Good luck finding your way home, my sweet Siren.”
“Reaper,” I warn.
He moves to the path that leads out of here before pausing and glancing back at me. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he says.
“Don’t you dare leave me here, you giant dildo.”
Reaper laughs, and with that, he disappears, leaving me with nothing but to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to escape this. I can’t help but laugh. I love this infuriating man, but there’s no doubt about it; Reaper is one hell of an asshole.