Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
My back hits a hard chest, and long fingers close around my throat in a possessive grip.
A jolt of fear shoots through my body, quickly dissolving into liquid heat in my veins as my body recognizes the attacker before my mind can catch up.
Heart pounding, I lean against him just a little, not letting go of the whip in my hand. “How did you find me?”
“I will always find you.”
Reaper’s voice is as rough and dark as I remember it, and his fingers tighten their grip on my throat just a fraction. Just enough to send another rush of heat through my body, straight to my core.
“No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, I will find you, Riven.”
A shiver snakes its way down my spine at hearing him say my name like that.
The first time we met, he hunted me down, because he’s an enforcer for Los Castillos—the Argentinian Mafia family in London—and I stole something from his boss. I’m pretty sure neither of us anticipated that night would turn into hot and steamy sex. On a church altar.
“How did you get in?” I ask.
His lips brush my ear as he answers. “Same way you did.”
I don’t question how he found out about this new job of mine.
He knows all these things about me, but I don’t know shit about him.
Not even his face. He tortures and kills people for a living.
I should be appalled or at least afraid, and yet I can’t help but feel drawn to him, even though I know how terribly wrong this is. How dangerous. How deadly.
Reaper’s fingers find the zipper at the front of my shirt and pull it down inch by inch. I gasp as the chill night air meets my tummy, but I don’t stop him. Not even when his fingers slip under the tight material, cup my right breast, and begin to expertly tease my nipple.
“Now, listen to me closely, little thief,” he rasps against my neck. “I want you to do what you do best. Run. I’m gonna hunt you down, and when I catch you, you’re mine to play with.”
My heart bursts out of my chest in heated anticipation, but also with a hint of fear. This is not why I came here tonight . . . yet I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter.
“But beware—I’m not the only one hunting you tonight.
Others want a taste of this luscious body too.
” His grin is dark and menacing, even if I can’t see it.
I can hear it clearly in his voice. “Since you enjoyed my mate’s cock so much last time, I’ve brought some more friends with me tonight. Friends who like to hunt.”
He pinches my nipple, and I can barely suppress my moan. Then he suddenly withdraws his hand from my cleavage and takes a step back.
I almost stumble at the sudden loss of his embrace. When I turn around, I get a first good look at him.
He’s dressed in all black and wearing a skull mask that covers his entire face, save for his eyes, just like the first time we met. I’d recognize him anywhere in this outfit, because it’s not a costume. It’s what he wears for work. For murdering people.
And when he fucks me.
My breath catches in my throat when our eyes finally meet.
“Happy Halloween, little thief.”