Page 139 of Breaker

“Will it be Reaper who kills him?”

I pause my movements, trying to pull out, but she stops me, gripping my ass to keep me buried deep between her thighs. “You want to talk of murdering your father while I’m inside you?”

I stare at her face, one side highlighted with moonlight the other shadowed. That soft look is gone, replaced with something I can’t name. Maybe she’s darker than we realized. While Cora has experienced horrendous things, as far as we know the only real pain she’s experienced was her mother’s death. God knows what she’s witnessed that we don’t know about.

She tilts her hips, trying to get me to move again, her pussy squeezing my cock.

“Rune Gavin is not my father,” she says, using my ass to pull me in deeper, little nails digging into my skin. “I may share his last name, but that’s it. I want the man who hurt Cora, who runs that lodge, to die.”

My cock pulses at her bloodthirsty tone.

“You’re a constant surprise, Princess,” I tell her leaning down to take her mouth as I start to drive into her again. “A constant, delicious surprise.”

***

I find her asleep when I return with the rag to clean her, so I leave our girl in bed, and search for Reaper. He’s been hiding again, no doubt lost in thought, letting guilt chew him up over sending Cora away. When I don’t find him in his room, or any other room in the house, I finally accept what I knew all along.

My bare feet pad across the cold tile floor and I stop in front of the small door leading to the cellar. I know he’s down there, but I’m not sure how I feel about it.

With my stomach in knots, I open the door, the light from the little bulb at the bottom of the stairs confirming his location. When I reach the bottom step, my heart picks up pace, the dream filling my head with strange, confusing memories.

Hunter was the one who found me in the little cave that day all those years ago. I barely remember our time in the wilderness. Much like my life before the school, it’s just fragments and smells. Strange sounds. The only vivid memory my mind has clung to was when he found me passed out from exhaustion and hunger in the back of that alcove. Even when the others arrived, I started floating again. Then the next thing I knew I was back at the school, and it was life as usual.

I’ve spent the last fifteen years with that fragment of memory. Hunter dragging me out of that cave living in my mind, holding on to it, examining it and what it meant. I knew he loved me in the way men love something they aren’t supposed to want. Almost obsessively. Passionately. Even then, Hunter never hid his attraction for me, not even when I was a tad too young to be kissed by a man four years older than me.

Kiss. It was barely a kiss. More a caress of lips, full of relief.

“Are you going stand in the hall all night or come in?” Reaper asks.

I step into the room, but he doesn’t bother looking over. He’s sitting in one of the chairs lined up in front of the monitors, legs spread out, relaxed and arrogant.

Like he had a right to watch us.

“Did you watch us?” I ask. Something flares inside my chest. A strange sort of heat at the idea he’s been sitting in this room watching me take Delilah over and over. And before that, watching as Viper and I fucked her together. “The entire time?”

He nods but stays silent. His entire demeanor is off. A tad hostile. More so than usual.

“Then you know she asked for you,” I say coming up behind him. I grip the back of the chair, spinning him to face me, and lean over him. “And how sweetly she came for us.”

His jaw grinds as I step back. Reaper is a control freak, and we’ve never shared a woman without him. He directs us, and we follow him in all ways. I wonder which part is eating him up. That she wanted us so desperately or that Viper and I have changed.

After the last night with them, I am aware of how Reaper treats me differently. He always has. Especially when we’ve shared. I’m always near him, taking his commands, his attention. His touches. And he mine.

He still says nothing, his gaze moving over to the screen showing Delilah’s sleeping form, and the heat I felt turns to acid, anger making me tense.

“If you were watching us, why didn’t you come when she asked for you?”

Still nothing.

“Or did you not want to be in the same room when Viper sucked my cock,” I say, looming over him. “You didn’t seem to mind the idea of it a week ago.”

His eyes shoot over to me, narrowing, but then they trail down, over my bare chest to my waist. Lower.

I nod, taking a deep breath. My body lights up under his penetrating gaze. I’m used to Reaper. How he seems to see inside you, peeling back the layers and stroking all your dark pieces. How he seems to know you better than you know yourself. But this look is different. He’slookingat me. Not seeing me, like he’s seeing all my fucked up parts and trying to puzzle my motives or what I need. He’s looking, drinking in my skin. The scars. I think he sees something else too.

“Did you suck his cock too?” Reaper asks and my brows raise. “Did you like it? Did you like his cum in your mouth?”

My heart stutters. That heat flaring into something far more toxic than anger and desire.

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