Page 64 of Daughters of Chaos

Reaper grunts in response, turning his eyes on me. I avoid his glare as Nix glances between us. “Okay, well, be careful,” she tells me.

I give her a quick smile as she and Raptor step out of the way, letting Reaper and me through. My pulse starts to race as I walk to the door. I hear Raptor say something else, but I can hardly hear over the blood rushing through my veins.

Great, now I’m stuck with him alone for the next half hour. That’ll help curb my raging hormones.

Fuck.

I’m so wound up that I hardly register Reaper mounting his bike. He stares at me expectantly as I approach. “Get the fuck on the bike, Princess. I don’t have all night.”

My temper spikes. That, that right there, is why I can’t stand him. His shitty attitude and that fucking nickname drive meinsane. It instantly has my hackles rising. “I didn’t fucking ask for your help.”

His jaw ticks as he stares me down. “Who did you ask?” he challenges me.

I cross my arms, refusing to answer as I seethe at him, making him huff out a cruel chuckle. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought. Get on the damn bike.”

When I don’t move, his eyes flare. Before he can say another word, I argue, “I’ll go ask someone else. Anyone butyou.”

“They’re all too busy getting trashed or buried in pussy to take you. So, if you really want to go, you’re stuck with me,” he grinds out, leveling me with a sneer.

I choke back a laugh as my words come spewing out. “Maybe that’s what you should be doing. Go on. Go have your fun with that skanky brunette. I’ll find someone else to take me.”

His eyes narrow, and I can tell he’s getting pissed. “If I go back in there, you're gonna run off on your own, and I can’t have that. Viper would have my ass.”

I roll my eyes and start to back away. As I take one step, Reaper’s hand lashes out, grabbing hold of my wrist. With one strong tug, I lurch forward, stumbling into him. When he catches me, he leans close, caging me between his body and the handlebars on his bike.

I can feel his hot breath on my face as he growls, “Get on the goddamn bike, Raven.”

Something about hearing my name on his lips has my mind spinning. That or sharing his breath has deprived me of oxygen because the next thing I know, I’m sliding on behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist. It takes all I have to ignore the wave of arousal his dominant order sent through me. When he fires up the bike, I know I’m barely hanging by a thread.

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Raven

The vibration of the motor between my thighs only adds to my torture as Reaper speeds toward my house. I hate the thoughts that are running through my head. All of which involve the two of us naked and writhing while my deprived cunt finally gets what she wants.

That’s what I’m blaming this on, my hormonal twat. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be having this mental breakdown. If she were satisfied, Reaper and I could go on as we always have, acting like we loathe each other.

As we pull up to the house, I can’t help but notice the layers of hard muscle beneath his shirt. The muscles my fingers are nowgrazing as Reaper slows to a stop in the driveway. I wonder how they’d taste . . .

What the fuck. No. Don’t fucking go there right now, Raven. You can’t stand him, remember?

“You gonna let me go, Princess?” Reaper’s gruff voice interrupts my warring thoughts. I pull my hands away as if they’d been burned, hoping like hell that he can’t somehow read my mind. The look on his face doesn’t give me much confidence. There’s something twinkling in his gaze that knocks me off kilter. I hate it. It's the last thing I need right now, with my hormones in overdrive.

Swinging my legs over the bike, I make a hasty rush to the front door, scurrying to my room to collect myself. I shut the door behind me, hoping he won’t follow. He wouldn’t, right, not to my bedroom.

I hear the front door shut, then the sound of his footsteps as he strides through the living room. Every inch of my body freezes in anticipation as I listen, wondering what he'll do next. My body relaxes as I hear him settle somewhere near the kitchen. Letting out a shaky breath, I chastise myself for the ridiculous thoughts I let run free on the ride over.

I would never sleep with him. He’s just so—

“Hurry it up, Princess. We don’t have all night.” His voice cuts through the air, reminding me exactly why I can’t stand him.

Pushy. Demanding. Domineering. Asshole.

I can’t stand him. And that fucking nickname—I hate it.

I bite back my retort as I grab a bag and start shoving random things inside. My excuse to come here was a lie. I didn’t actually need anything. I needed to get away from that house and all those people andhim.

Two out of three isn’t bad, I guess. Though, I’m still reeling from my pussy’s daydream on our way over. Why the hell couldn’t she feel this way about Jesse or Tweak or fuckinganyone but Reaper? Jesse used to be plenty for her, but ever since I broke things off between us, she hasn’t felt that itch for him since. Nope, she’s moved on to bigger, badder, and more irritating dick to pine over.

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