Page 20 of Breaker

“After what? She’s raped?”

His eyes close and his body goes rigid. “I have put measures into place to ensure—“

“Ensure what? He’s hurt her for years and no one knew.”

“If I hadn’t sent her back, it would have ruined years of planning.”

I shake my head, sick of all of this. “I don’t know what’s worse. That you were too much of a coward to defy your father, or that you sent her back to be abused by the man you hate.”

He rears back like I slapped him, then moves forward so fast, I barely have time to react before he’s gripping my arm, dragging me to him. His other arm lifts and I flinch. Reaper stills, hand frozen mid-air, eyes flashing with something likedisappointment, before he slowly continues moving it toward me, gently tucking strands of hair behind my ear.

“I underestimated you,” Reaper whispers. His eyes grow darker, like the sight of me disgusts him. It makes my heart skip because I’ve not seen that dark look in weeks. “I won’t make that mistake again. You are Rune Gavin’s daughter, after all. Cruel.”

He shoves me back so violently I stagger, my stomach sinking.

“And you will manipulate innocent people to get what you want,” I snarl, hurt and anger making my tongue loose. “You lied to get us to trust you and you took—“

“Took?” he growls. “I took what yougaveme, my pretty little Kitten.”

My cheeks flush, air sucking in my lungs from the possessive snarl in his voice.

He grips my arm again, shoving me backward. “And it’s ours now.You’remine.”

My ass hits the edge of the bed, and he shoves me down. I scramble backward onto the mattress as he crawls forward.

“If you think you’re going to touch me again, you’re sadly mistaken,” I hiss, rage blurring my vision at his audacity. “You lost the privilege of fucking me when you sent my best friend back to her abuser.”

He doesn’t answer, just continues to move, forcing me up higher and higher on the bed. My back hits the headboard. It rattles and hits the wall. He stops in front of me, kneeling between my thighs that have inched up toward my chest in a futile attempt to keep him from touching me. The metal rails dig into my shoulders as I try to scoot up even higher until his hand drops to his belt and I freeze. Long, ink covered fingers slip it free of the buckle. My eyes dart back up to his.

“Don’t you dare,” I grate. Anger mixed with something tasting close to arousal, making me heady.

He yanks, freeing the leather from the buckle. Black eyes pin me in place. The silky sound of leather slipping through belt loops hits me between my legs.

“Reaper.” Even I hear the faint, breathy way his name slips out like a plea, though I’m not sure what for. Stop? Keep going? Free yourself and let me take you in my mouth like I’ve been shamelessly thinking about for far too long?

“Grip the headboard.”

A dull throb in my clit makes me move before I’m thinking, grabbing the metal rails on either side of my head.

“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, voice dropping low. “Even you know you belong to me.”

My teeth gnash together, fingers unfurling, embarrassment heating my cheeks. Before I can move, he’s gripping one of my wrists and holding it against the railing. With his other he’s wrapping the belt around and around, binding it to the rail.

“What are you doing?” I scream, using my free hand to claw at his fingers as he pulls the belt and slips it into itself, tying my wrist to the headboard.

He doesn’t answer as he slides back off the bed and moves to his dresser. I scramble, trying to slip the leather free, but he’s got a weird knot I’ve never seen before. I’ve barely gotten it loose before he’s back and gripping my other hand, still fumbling with the leather, and slams it against the railing, wrapping the belt around it.

A furious scream rips from my throat. “You fucking asshole!”

Still nothing. Even as I try to kick him in his gut, he says nothing. Just grips my ankle and yanks my leg downward, pinning it to the bed. I kick again, thrashing wildly, but he manages to climb between my legs, gripping my thighs so tight my pussy throbs. Reaper pulls me down toward him by mythighs until my dress is hitched up and my legs are fully open for him. When his hard length hits my clit, I instantly clamp my mouth shut.

“Good girl. No screaming,” he says calmly. Like this is normal. He grinds his dick to me again, rubbing himself over me and I feel how wet I am, my underwear soaked. When he runs his thumb over the material, I press my eyes closed, biting my lip to hold in my whimper. “Look how wet you get for me, Kitten. I thought you didn’t want me to fuck you.”

I swallow, opening my eyes to pin him with a glare. “I don’t.”

He shakes his head. “You’re a terrible liar.” He scoots back but keeps my thighs in his grip. “We’ll have to work on that.”

Reaper yanks my legs open wider, shoving them up toward my chest, and leans down, pressing his masked face to my underwear. He breathes in deeply, letting out this strangled, almost feral groan, savoring my scent. Releasing my legs, he drags his nose up over my belly, then between my breasts, burying it in the fabric of my dress. His hands slide up, moving under the material, fingers like flames on my bare skin. I grip the railing, hating how my body aches with need. How my legs part even more. By the time he’s pressed his nose to my neck, his entire body covers mine and his hands have traveled higher, pinching my nipples through my thin bra, so that I’m arching to meet him, wrapping a leg around his, trying to get our bodies connected in any and every way.

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