Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
His gaze burns with raw, untamed fury. The air itself seems to crackle with the unspoken threat of lust, danger, and vulnerability.
“Tell me . . .” I turn around to lie on my back, my naked body on full display for him once again. The only item I’m still wearing is my heels.
And while the image of him fully clothed and wearing his mask while he fucks me is familiar, I somehow wish it all away. Part of me wants to see his face and kiss him properly, but I’m certain that’ll never happen.
This man knows everything about me, while I know next to nothing about him. Not even his real name.
The distance between us evaporates as he takes another step toward me.
I brace myself for the inevitable, but I also challenge it.
“What does it do to you?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows to watch him.
The cushion shifts as Reaper kneels in front of me.
Without a word, he spreads my legs wide, and I let him.
My heart bursts in my chest as he enters me in one long, hard thrust that makes me moan out loud.
Loud enough for my boss and Ghost to hear us, if they haven’t left the pub already—but I don’t give a shit.
There’s nothing in this world I care about more than letting Reaper fuck the ever-loving life out of me.
Right here, right now.
And he does.
I’m so full of my own arousal and his friend’s cum that Reaper pounds into me easily, each thrust making an audible wet sound.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I blush, because all of this is so wrong and dirty, but I can’t stop. It’s as if this man, this ruthless Mafia enforcer, has put a spell on me or something, so I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me.
Because it’s what I want too.
“You’d really like to know?” Holding my gaze, he pistons into me harder. “What it does to me, seeing another man’s cock disappear into this perfect cunt, making you moan and scream and come for him?”
I writhe under him. “Yes!”
Reaper’s still wearing his mask and using my body for his own pleasure, but I don’t care anymore. Not when I get the same kick out of it as him. Maybe even more so, because I still don’t know who he is and what his true intentions are.
Were the stolen files really the reason he showed up tonight, or were they just an excuse? Was he at the pub watching me for hours? Both of them? Did I flirt with them? Pour their drinks? Or did they patiently wait until I closed shop to ambush me outside in the dark?
“It makes me furious.” He places my legs on his shoulders, thrusting into me at a new angle that drives me completely insane. “Makes me wanna fuck you even harder. Punish you for coming on his cock.”
Yes, please.
He pinches my nipple, and I whimper at the sensation.
“Oh . . . oh . . .” My hands search for something to hold onto when the climax inside me starts to build, and I dig my fingers into the cushion. “It’s only as good because . . . you were watching, and . . .”—I cry out as his thumb circles my clit—“also taking part.”
“You love having a cock in both your pussy and your mouth, don’t you, little thief?”
I bite into my lip, staring at the skull mask covering his face.
He increases the pressure on my clit. “Answer me.”
“Yes!” I throw my head back sobbing. There’s no room for lies and half-truths anymore. “Oh God, yes!”
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says without hesitating. Without even thinking.
Reaper pushes his index and middle fingers between my lips. I suck on them while his hips pound into me savagely, taking me to new heights.
Fuck, all of this is wrong. Perfectly, disturbingly wrong.
Me, lying naked on the couch in front of him while he’s mostly clothed, his face hidden behind the mask, his eyes roaming over my body.
Over my mouth sucking on his fingers, my tits bouncing with each hard thrust, and my nails digging into his skin, leaving marks.
We both watch his cock disappear into my pussy again and again, until . . . until I . . .
Just as my climax is about to burst out of me, Reaper stops.
He pulls out his fingers and remains completely still.
“Breathe, Riven.”
I stare at him wide-eyed, but I don’t object. Not after everything that’s already happened in this room tonight.
He doesn’t move an inch, but there’s a tension in his grip and a slight tremor in his muscles. It must cost him enormous willpower to make us both pause.
I suck in air, breathing deep and slow, until the tingling feeling subsides and my muscles relax a bit.
“Good girl.” His thumb traces my lips for a second, then he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, my legs pressed together. He pins me down with his bigger body and thrusts into me from behind.
It’s so fucking tight, and he’s so fucking deep inside of me, that I scream into the cushion, begging for more.
In this position I can’t move, can’t do anything but claw at the couch and take whatever he’ll give me, urging him on with my moans.
“Yes!” I shout, not caring anymore who might hear me. Let the entire street enjoy it too. “Please! Please!”
“Say it,” he hisses in my ear as he ruts into me even faster. “Say my name when you come on my cock.”
He snakes his hand between my thighs, his fingertips pressing down on my clit until I can’t take it anymore.
And I scream. I scream louder than ever before.
“Reaper!”
The orgasm blazes through me like a tornado, leaving nothing but utter silence and bliss in its wake.
Reaper bites down on my neck while I’m convulsing, grabbing my hips and pumping into me one last time, then he spurts his cum deep into me.
We both collapse on the sofa, sweating and panting, fully spent.
He holds me close as if I’m meant to be there. As if that’s where I belong, right by his side.
What a strange thought for someone who’s never belonged anywhere.
But I let him. I let him hold me, let myself enjoy this little piece of heaven we’ve created, because I know all too well that hell will follow soon enough.
When the fatigue creeps in on me, I force my eyes open and sit up.
“I don’t have the files anymore,” I say, my voice softer than intended. “You can let me go now.”
His fingers brush my cheek and follow my jawline, then he cups my chin, urging me to meet his eye. “I’ll never let you go, little thief. Not now, not ever.”
His words send a chilling shudder down my spine, but at the same time, an obscure, disturbing heat rises in my gut. Everything about this—about us—is wrong, even dangerous, and yet I can’t get myself to contradict him.
Because maybe . . . just maybe . . . I don’t want him to ever let me go. Even if the thought scares the hell out of me.
“You can’t hide from me, Riven. Not anymore.” His dark eyes search my face. “I’m gonna come after you again and again, and I’m gonna get what I want.”
What’s supposed to be a threat sounds more like a dark, twisted promise to me.
“Well then . . .” I hide the small smile creeping up on my face as I get up and put my dress back on. My bag is on the floor where Ghost left it, so I pick that up too.
Reaper’s still on the couch, his gaze following my every movement, but he doesn’t get up. Doesn’t stop me.
Not yet at least.
I turn away and throw him a challenging look over my shoulder. “You need to catch me first.”
Then I bolt for the door.
The end . . . for now.
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