Chapter 4
Istop fighting and grab the stone for support instead. When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is the massive wooden cross right above the altar.
I should be ashamed. I should feel terrible about this, but I can’t bring myself to feel anything like that. Could be because the man holding me captive is doing everything in his power to make me forget my own name.
Reaper inserts another finger into my pussy, slowly pumping in and out while pressing the heel of his hand to my clit, creating the perfect friction, as if he knows my body inside out. As if he’s done this to me a thousand times.
And me? I can’t help myself. My hips move without my permission. My pussy floods his fingers with even more wetness.
Fuck, I’m so close.
Getting railed on a church altar was not on my bingo card this year, but here we are, and I sure as hell can’t complain. I won’t stop him either, even if he kills me afterward. At least I’ll get an orgasm out of it.
“The files,” he reminds me, but his voice sounds strained, and his fingers move at a punishing pace.
“I’m . . . I . . . oh . . .”
My skin tingles. My whole body coils. I’m right on the edge. I just need a little more . . .
Just . . . a bit . . .
Without warning, he takes his hand out of my panties, spins me around, and pushes me down to my knees. It all happens so quickly my mind can barely grasp what’s going on, but my body screams for his touch.
He’s still fully clothed, still wearing his skull mask, as I kneel in front of him in nothing but a sliced-open shirt, my favorite pink bra, and unzipped trousers.
Without breaking eye contact, he opens his belt first, then his pants.
My heart explodes in my chest. This would be the perfect moment to bolt, but I need to come, and knowing what he’ll do to me in a second fills me up with a sick sort of excitement.
So I let the chance of freedom slip by. I don’t move. I wait for whatever’s coming next, knowing I’ll love it even though I’ll have to pretend like I don’t.
“Open that pretty mouth.” Reaper’s eyes don’t leave my face as he takes out his cock. It’s massive, with angry veins and pre-cum leaking out of it. And he’s pointing it at me.
But instead of doing what he wants me to do, I shake my head no.
One hand grabs his base, and the other fists my hair, pulling me forward so he can trace my tightly closed lips with his crown, smudging them with his pre-cum. It’s so downright hot and dirty I have to turn away. At least, I try to, but his fingers grasp my chin and force me to meet his eye again.
“Open.”
There’s a slight possibility I’ve lost my mind, because this time I follow his command. I take a deep breath and part my lips.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as he pushes inch after inch into my mouth. “Take it like a good little thief.”
I moan at his words and grip the base with my hand. Then I start to bob my head slowly, sucking and licking and swallowing more of him with each passing second.
He’s breathing hard as he pumps himself into my mouth, not stopping when I gag, only granting me the slightest bit of air as he fucks my mouth like he’s punishing me.
I hold on for dear life, sucking the cock of the man who wants to kill me.
The stranger I don’t even know the face of, because he’s still wearing that damn mask.
And fuck, that’s hot.
His fingers thread through my hair, holding me still while he thrusts into my throat.
His other hand reaches down, fingers pinching my nipple through my bra and making me gasp at the intensity.
When he repeats the gesture, my eyes almost roll back in my head at the sudden pain that turns into burning pleasure.
“Fucking hell. You’re too good at this.” He curses under his breath and pulls out.
Before I can even react, he sets me back on my feet, spins me around, and pushes me forward. The cold stone meets my heated skin, and I shudder.
“Still no memory of the files?” he hisses into my ear, taking off my shirt—or what’s left of it. In one swift movement, he shoves my jeans and my panties down to my ankles and spreads my legs with his knee. Then he presses himself against me.
His cock slides between my thighs as he lubes himself with my wetness, teasing my clit with every thrust.
I should tell him the truth. I should stop him right now.
But fuck, I don’t want to. The only thing I can think about is how desperately I want to feel him inside me. How desperately I want him to make me come, make me forget everything but this, right here, no matter how disturbed and wrong and dangerous it is.
The future be damned.
But as I open my mouth to tell him, Reaper uses that exact moment to enter me in one long, hard thrust.
Instead of words, a cry escapes my lips, echoing through the church as he fills me up to the hilt.
Burning heat sizzles through my core and spreads throughout my body.
He pushes me down to the stone and leans over me. “Let me hear your screams, little thief. That’s what you get for not cooperating.”
“Yes,” I pant, digging my fingernails into the stone. “Oh God, yes!”
“There’s no God here.” He holds my hips in a punishing grip. “Only the Devil himself.”
My moans reverberate through the holy walls as he truly starts to fuck me. Hard.
The smacking sounds of our colliding bodies in this house of God should make me blush, but I can’t think straight anymore. Can’t feel anything but my growing need for this man and my despair at everything he’s making me feel.
“Please . . .” The word escapes my mouth before I can stop it.
Reaper grabs my hair in a ponytail and pulls me back into him, his mask grazing my cheek. “Please what, little thief?”
His harsh voice is a stark contrast to the pet name, his fingers as punishing as his hips when he rips off my bra and pinches my nipples again. But when I don’t answer him instantly, he stops moving, stops fucking me, and holds me completely still.
I moan desperately. “Please let me come . . .”
“Will you be a good girl and hand over the files you stole?”
My incredulous laugh fills the room. “No way.”
“Wrong answer,” he breathes against my neck, then he pushes me back down, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades so I can’t move.
A heartbeat later, his palm collides with my right ass cheek.
“Fuck!”
Pain blooms in my bottom and turns to sizzling heat. My first instinct should be to get the fuck away from him, but my body has a mind of its own, and I thrust back into him, needing more of this. More of him.
Reaper slaps me again, and my scream turns into a sobbing moan.
“Damn it, woman. You like that too, don’t you?” His fingers travel between my legs and start to play with my clit again while he fucks me. Harder this time. Faster. Hitting all the right spots.
I’m so turned on I’m literally shaking—and so wet my juices are running down my thighs.
My nipples rub against the cold stone with each thrust of his hips, creating a delicious friction, and his fingers never rest, massaging my clit ruthlessly as he pistons into me.
His hot breath caresses my neck as he leans over me, caging me in, leaving me with no other choice than to take everything he’s giving me.
I couldn’t get away from him if I tried.
And I love every second of it.
“Come for me, little thief.”
I almost come apart at just hearing his dark and strained voice this close to my ear. My fingers dig into the holy stone, desperately trying to hold onto something when everything else is falling apart.
Reaper quickens his pace, rutting into me even faster, harder, while his fingers rub my clit ferociously. “Come getting fucked by a stranger on an altar. Come right . . . fucking . . . now.”
Yeah, that’ll do it.
My body flares up, and my screams fill the church as I orgasm harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave hits me, until I’m sure I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck,” he groans, burying himself to the hilt. His dick twitches, then he spills deep inside of me.
I’m a shaking mess. My heart races, and sweat clings to my skin. When he pulls out, I feel his cum mixed with my own juices running down my thighs. It’s as if he’s branded me.
I’m not a prude. I’ve had my fair share of boyfriends and short-lived relationships. But I know without a doubt that was the best sex I’ve ever had. The best sex I’ll probably ever have.
With a masked stranger.
My now lethal enemy.
In a fucking church.
Oh, dear Lord, I’m going straight to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride.