Page 67 of Falcon's Prey

“I have. I will again. Can’t change who I am.”

His words caused a shiver to run down my spine. I couldn’t trust my senses, but if I could, I would have sworn he kissed my nape.

“Make no mistake, Ember. Anyone tries to take you away from me, I’ll kill them.”

I believed him, but I also knew I was now in the middle of a demon and a reaper: both deadly, both wanting to possess me, and both ready to get blood on their hands.

I turned my head to face him, shivering for other reasons now. “Why?”

It was a loaded question, not just why for now, but why come to me at all.

“You believe in fate?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“The dark web is a scary place, princess, and it’s full of everything seedy humanity has to offer. You went in there, and out of all the pages and places you could have ended up, you landed in my little dark corner of the world. Normally I don’t handle the hits, so it’s rarely me you get to speak to. That day it was. I got curious, so I backtracked your connection.” He stopped talking to pull a strand of my hair back. Then his hand glided across my cheek. “That was your first mistake. You didn’t cover the webcam. Right away, I knew you were a rookie—a scared little girl. It was so easy to see you. I saw the fear in your eyes, and it called to me. I wanted to feed off it.”

He sat up, but brought me with him as he leaned into the nightstand and pulled out a picture of me taken from the screen of my laptop. I felt chills all over me as I saw the picture. My eyes shone a bit, the pupils dilated. Unshed tears and fear were written all over my face.

“I memorized your face. It kept haunting me, so after a few days, I did a reverse search on you.”

I held my breath. Not because he was revealing the truth, but because his hands started to move up and down my thighs, making me feel needy. It evoked feelings I hadn’t felt for a year. Want and need for something that was not tainted overtook me. I lived for bad decisions, and when all the wrong ones lately hadn’t been my choice, this one was welcome.

“Ember fucking Remington,” he whispered against the skin in my neck. “I was doing another job, but fuck, I was obsessed. I knew you’d come back, that you’d seek me out again, and I wanted to be close. I left the west coast and came east. I had no ties; I could do as I pleased. In the meanwhile, I dug up more information on you. That was when I saw the flaw in your security.”

I gasped because his fingers trailed up my thigh, slowly reaching my pussy. His index grazed my slit, moving up and down teasingly, waiting to see if I would push him away.

I needed this.

I needed him.

I needed someone else to wash away Silas’s touch. I wanted to get lost in someone, even if that someone was Ren. I wanted to forget the abuse and remember the pleasure—even if pleasure came with a price.

“It was rather easy to infiltrate. I blended in, and as I got to know you, I hated everything about you,” he gritted out.

I threw my head back and moaned because he inserted two fingers deep inside me.

“Here, I thought you were a helpless little socialite, and you were a fucking cunt.”

Ren started to fuck my pussy, showing me how much he really hated me with the strum of his fingers. He knew my body, he knew my demons, and he was still here. I wrapped my hand around his neck, pulling his hair, and he groaned.

“You were not pure, nor innocent. You were a fucking inferno I couldn’t stay away from,” Ren said as he used his thumb to play with my clit.

I was beyond caring. I started to fuck his hand as he kissed my neck, sucking on the skin by my collar.

“Ren.” I hissed as my hips moved furiously. He groaned, his fingers fucking me roughly.

“Now come like the fucking little slut you are.” He bit my jaw, and I came, my pussy gripping against his fingers.

Ren pushed me away, only to throw me on the bed. He loomed over me, his nostrils flaring, and my God, I never wanted to be owned by anyone like I wanted to be owned by him. Ren reached behind me, and then he kissed me like he wanted to taste my soul. His lips clashed against mine, our teeth clanking and his tongue biting my lips, making me arch in pain. He used that moment to snap the fucking leash in place. Ren didn’t take off his clothes; he unfastened his belt, pushing his boxers down, letting his dick spring free.

“Are you clean?” he asked as the tip of his dick prodded my entrance.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly as I licked the blood from my lip.

“Good,” he ground out as he started to push inside me. “I’m going to fuck you raw, princess.”

My answer was to arch my back and spread my legs wider to give him more access to ruin me.

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