Page 18 of Mercy for Reaper

Her breathing grows choppy when I reach down to unzip my jeans, groaning deeply when I finally release my aching cock from its tight confines. I take the thick length into my hand before grabbing her waist with my free hand and yanking her to the edge of the dresser.

“Reaper . . .” she pants, her eyes growing dazed when I guide my heavy cock to her opening, at the same time leaning down to take her lips with mine. I need to feel the noises she makes when I push my aching cock into her tight little cunt, and I am not disappointed. She whimpers against me when I rub a path through her folds, gathering the dampness onto my cock before guiding it to her entrance. Her lips part against mine on a moan when I ram my dick into her sweet little hole in a single thrust. I capture her cry with my lips when I pull back and drive my cock harder into her wetness, moving the dresser and knocking the remaining items down to the floor. “Reaper,” she whimpers into the kiss, the sound soft and needy, begging for more.

“You’re mine, Holly,” I grind out, tightening the grip I have around her waist as I drive into her snug sex in fast, rough moves. “Your perfect little body from your sweet mouth to this wet pussy and every other fucking inch in between belongs to me. You drive me so goddamn crazy with the need to fuck you hard and rough until all your neighbors are up.”

“Yes! Oh, God, yes.”

“Yes, what?” I ask raggedly, burying my face into her neck and licking the column of her throat.

“Yes, please, harder!”

I lose it at her words, going blind with pleasure as I thrust into her like a feral beast. The dresser smacks against the wall as I rut her, our slick skin sliding together with the most erotic of sensations, our breathing coming out in short pants and moans.

Mine.

Holly is mine, swirls around my mind with every slap of skin, desperate with the need to bury myself so far and so hard into this girl and mark her permanently. Mine is the only fucking touch she will ever desire after this moment.

“Mine,” I pant into her neck, nipping at her earlobe. “I love you so fucking much, Holly. Every last fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

She cries, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Y-you do?”

“I love you,” I say again, in case she thinks I misspoke. “God, baby, you’re my fucking life, Holly. I will lose my fucking mind before I ever think of leaving your side. You’re mine.”

It’s not a question. If I were a good man, I would phrase it as such. I would give her the illusion of control in this, but I don’t want to pretend. Holly became mine the second she laid her hands on me, and I will be damned if I ever let that go. I have a lifetime to convince her that she belongs to me, and I will do anything to make sure she understands how fucking precious she is.

“T-this is crazy, but . . . I love you, Reaper.” I guess I don’t have to wait a lifetime after all.

“I’ll take care of you, angel. Protect you with my life,” I say into her ear, pounding furiously into her snug sex. “I will fucking kill for you if I need to.”

“Oh, God,” she sobs, her sex cinching tightly around my cock as she orgasms with no warning. She digs her nails into my shoulders, and she rocks her hips to meet mine as I pump my cock into her with harsh grunts. Her pussy pulses wildly around me, sending me right off the edge with her. I drive savagely into her just as my muscles freeze, and I spill into her with a harsh roar, sending an endless stream of my seed into her womb. I shudder hard against her as I fill her before going boneless against her. My mouth moves to hers, and I kiss her hard, lifting her back into my arms once I have regained a little strength and closing the distance to the bed.

I lower her onto the bed and strip out of my jeans completely before walking to the bathroom to clean up. I return with a wet towel and help her clean up, drinking in the flush on her cheeks and her blissed out expression.

There are hints of red on her skin, and I resist the urge to lean down and add more love bites so everyone at the hospital she works at knows she’s taken. Instead, I turn around and dispose of the towel before walking back to bed. I climb in and draw her into my arms.

I expect Holly to fall immediately to sleep, and when her breathing slows, I assume that’s what’s happened, but when I push back to look down at her, it’s to find her eyes wide open and fixed on the window.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” I say once I have settled back down. Holly shifts her body so she’s facing me.

“How long have you worked for the club?”

I guess we’re doing this. I was hoping that there would be no more questions about the club tonight, but I should have figured that Holly would be too curious to drop it so easily. When I was falling in and out of a fitful sleep, she would sit by my side and talk to me about her life.

I know about everything, from her parents who work in Belgium to her friend at the hospital who has a crush on one of the doctors. I know how she likes her steaks and her favorite color; I even know the most intimate details of her future dreams.

It’s only fair that I return the favor.

“I joined the Steel Order MC when I was twenty-nine, so six years ago,” I tell her.

“What is it like? You said the club is going straight, and you helped stop some traffickers. Are you guys like vigilantes or something?”

“Or something,” I chuckle. Priest and the rest of the boys would laugh at being called vigilantes. The club donates to several causes and is sometimes involved in social justice issues, but we are no saints. Most of our members have dark pasts, many have done time in jail, and others like me wouldn’t hesitate to let out our dark sides when forced to. Sometimes you need to join them to beat them, but I can’t tell Holly that, so I settle for, “It’s complicated, but one thing I can tell you is the club does not hurt innocent civilians. And we take care of our own. Speaking of which, there is something else I should tell you.” I’m not sure how she is going to take what I have to say next, but she needs to know.

“What is it?” she asks, suddenly anxious.

“One of the men who came by tonight is our club accountant, Cash. He told me that Priest instructed him to clear any debt you have as compensation for helping me and taking care of me the past few days. Cash paid off your mortgage. You’ll need go to the bank to close out the account, but the money is there.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, but just as I’m starting to fear she is angry, she asks, “The club president told him to do that? Why?”

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