Page 16 of Reaper

My brothers needed to chill out, so we decided to keep our Friday night event on the books.

I glanced at Scar for any other business, and he shook his head. I nodded to Widower for his updates and sat while the meeting was wrapped up.

When everyone left, my dad stayed behind.

“Your Mother is ecstatic about Kat.”

“She is too old for adoption,” I grumbled.

“The more your mother has been talking about babies, it made me realise I want to spend some time with my grandchildren before I drop dead. It takes a while to bake them.”

“Aww, seriously, Dad. I've got so many other things to take care of.”

“That's what your VP is there for,” he said with a smile and walked towards the door. “Let me know if you need any tips.”

All day, I had tried not to think about Katiana’s naked, wet flesh, and thanks to my Dad, that's all I could think about.

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It was late by the time I went back into my apartment, but Mum was going to get our food sent up for us. There was no way I was going to let my men listen to the fucking obscene sounds she made while she ate.

I walked in, and the room was dark except for the light shining from the TV. I saw her shape lying on the couch. Quietly, I hung my cut up, sneaked behind her, and grabbed her shoulders. She screamed and bashed something in my face. I grabbed my eye and moved back a step to see the remote in her hand.

“You could have taken my eye out,” I snapped at her.

“You could have given me a heart attack,” she snapped back, turning her head around to look at me.

I opened my eye and blinked. The corner of the remote had caught my eyelid. I walked towards the light switch and turned the lights on before going to the mirror over the couch to assess the damage. My eye looked a little bloodshot, but other than that, it seemed okay.

I glanced down at the menace who was staring at me.

“Oh, you look so much prettier now. It takes at least five years off you.”

I ignored her impudence and turned around and sat my ass on her. She grunted when I put some of my weight on her belly. She had changed her clothes again, but this time, she wore another vest top with some pyjama bottoms. Her breasts were so close. She had an hourglass figure body that I could fuck for days. I didn't get a look at her pussy, but I had a feeling I would soon.

“You're going to smother me to death with your ass?”

“Don't tempt me,” I said. “I should sit on you until the pain in my eye disappears.”

“The only pain here is the one in my ass named Reaper,” she said before making cute grunting noises as she tried to lift my ass up.

There was a knock on the door, and I got off her to get the food. I put the platter on the table and watched her eyes widen at the selection.

“Wow. Your mum is amazing. Is she your real mum or step-mum?”

My head hurt, but I had to ask.

“What makes you think she isn't my real mum?”

She was busy loading up a cracker with meat, cheese, and fruit before sticking her into the dip and smearing it over the top.

“She looks so young and well—ah, you look quite mature.”

I watched her ram half the cracker into her mouth, and I considered shoving the rest in just to watch her choke.

“Mmm. That's so delicious. Do you know what the dip is?” she asked, sticking her finger in and scooping up the thick concoction only to stuff it into her mouth.

“Hummus,” I murmured as I felt my cock expanding in its confined space.

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