Page 65 of Daughters of Chaos

Horny bitch.

With a heavy sigh, I zip my bag, hoisting it over my shoulder. I steel myself before opening the door, reminding my lower half to behave herself. It would be annoying to spend the next fifteen minutes stuck in fantasy land with naked Reaper again. I shake the thought from my head and beeline to the fridge. Before we leave, I need a fucking drink. Maybe that will take the edge off and make the ride back more tolerable.

As I pour a glass of chilled tequila, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. “The fuck are you doing?”

Setting down the bottle, I turn to face him. “I needed a drink,” I say with a shrug, bringing the glass to my lips.

He crosses his arms and glares at me. “Well, slam it. It’s time to go.” His demands are grating my nerves, making it easier to ignore my more primitive desires.

Instead of following his orders, I slowly sip my drink, eyeing him the whole time. When his jaw clenches, I decide to turn things up a notch. The empty glass in my hand fills again, and I turn to face him with a challenge blazing in my eyes.

You want me to leave right now? Fucking make me.

His fists ball at his sides at my obstinance, making me swell with pride. Pissing Reaper off was one of my favorite things to do when we first met. Why not have some fun now?

He takes a menacing step forward. “Put the fucking glass down. It’s time to go,” he says again, clearly not enjoying my antics.

My eyes narrow over the glass as I resist the urge to flip him off. Instead, I swallow the burning spirit and tell him, “I’m not ready yet.”

Reaper takes another step. “I don’t care. Get ready. I told Raptor we’d be quick.”

My temper flares. “I didn’t tell him shit. So, fucking deal with it. I’ll be ready when I’m ready,” I say, refusing to back down even as he crowds me against the counter.

His proximity makes my heart race, and I can see the simmering rage behind his eyes as he leans forward. “You’re a fucking brat. Knock your shit off, and let’s go.”

I shake my head through the nerves, pressing closer to him. He won’t win this fight. I won’t let him. I’ll leave when I’m good and ready. Until then, he can fuck off. “Fuck you, Reaper. I’ll take as much time as I fucking want,” I stand up straighter, looking him dead in the eye as I continue. “If you’re so hellbent on leaving, then go. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

I know I’ve struck a nerve when his nostrils flare. His hands on either side of me clench around the edge of the counter. “Fine. You can take care of yourself? Fuck it. Good luck when the Desert Bastards come around to abduct your mouthy ass.”

His words are hot against my lips as he spews his venom. Why the hell does that turn me on? What the fuck is wrong with me?

For a second, I’m dazed, but manage to snap out of it long enough to grace him with my reply. “They’d be better company than you,” I growl, hoping my words strike deep, wanting him to feel the sting of my wrath.

I know I’ve hit my mark when he sneers down at me. “Fuck you, Princess.”

“Fuck you, Grim.” I retort as he pulls away and marches toward the door.

He storms outside, slamming the door behind him. As he goes, I hear him mutter, “Good riddance,” as he puts more and more distance between us.

Is he really leaving? Did I get my wish?

Who knew the big bad enforcer would defy his Prez’s orders because I poked at him one too many times? The defiant part of me is thrilled at this turn of events. But there’s a small, annoying part, controlled by my thirsty vagina, that's upset at Reaper’s departure.

She misses his proximity. When he leaned over me at the counter, a wave of arousal washed over her. I could almost feel her preening at the possibility of him leaning closer. Was he considering it? Was he even the least bit tempted?

I roll my eyes and slam what’s left in my glass. Why the fuck do I even care?

The sound of a loud bike firing up outside catches my attention.He’s really leaving.My wish came true. I got what I wanted.

But why do I feel so disappointed?

38

Phoenix

The party is in full swing as Mason pulls me against him on the couch. He’s been extra affectionate ever since the Desert Bastards’ warehouse burned down. It was a big win for the MC.

Everyone seems more relaxed since then. Well, everyone but Dad and Bear. They still seem tense every time I see them, but I guess that’s one of the burdens of heading a powerful MC like this one. For them, there are no days off, no moments to kick back and relax, not if they want to keep everyone safe.

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