Page 41 of War Games

Reaper stares at me, and those usually lethal eyes somehow seem a little . . . softer now. Goosebumps spread across my body, and when he pushes off the edge of the counter and moves toward me, my heart races in a way I’ve never experienced before. “We never finished our conversation,” he rumbles in that deep tone, sending my world into a complete tailspin.

A stupid smirk rests on my lips, and with every slow step he takes toward me, the excitement grows. “And what conversation would that be?”

There’s a teasing hint in my tone, and judging by the way his dark eyes flash with hunger, he knows that I’m fully aware of what he’s talking about. He needs his chance to prove that he’s man enough to make me beg, but I’m not just going to hand it to him; I’m going to make him work for it.

Reaper steps right in front of me, his dark eyes capturing me and locking me into his vortex. He lifts his hand, and for just amoment, my heart stops racing, maybe stops beating altogether, as I wait to see what he’s going to do. Then, when those very fingers find my collar and begin trailing down past the curve of my breast and skimming down to my waist, my heart lurches back into action.

His hands leave a pebbled trail across my skin, and electricity pulses through my veins. This is what I’ve been desperate for, what I’ve been craving since that very first encounter with him.

I don’t take my eyes off him, watching his every movement, more than aware of just how quickly he could end my life. Mila would be so angry with me. I can just imagine what she’d have to say about this, but if I’m going to go out, then I might as well go out screaming in pleasure.

Reaper dips his head, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “You know exactly what conversation I’m talking about,” he rumbles, then in a flash, his strong hands are at my waist, lifting me off the ground. He whips us around, and in a flash, my ass hits the edge of the kitchen counter and my knees spread on either side of his hips.

He presses into me, his rock-hard cock firm against my throbbing core, and when he rocks his hips, it’s just about all I can handle before I melt right off the damn counter. I can feel the full outline of his cock and there’s no denying just how big he is.

He’s not just ready for me, he’s starved.

“Tell me this isn’t what you want,” Reaper murmurs, rocking his hips again and grinding that thick cock against my aching clit, making me desperately wish my sleep shorts would disintegrate into a million pieces and let me have him. “Tell me you haven’t been riding your fingers all fucking night, wishing it was me inside you. Tell me you haven’t been wet every second of the day, thinking about the way I’d spread these pretty thighs and fuck you bare, taking you inch by inch.”

I swallow hard, the desperation eating me alive. “I’m not going to deny it,” I murmur, lifting my chin so that my lips brush straight past his, teasing him with the promise of everything they can do. “The thought of what you could do to me has kept me up for nights on end, knowing just how deep you’d take me, how you’d slam into me with powerful thrusts and make my pussy shatter around you. But do you really think I’m going to let you walk in here and just take whatever you want? That I’m going to sit here and beg you to take me? Beg you to drop to your knees and fuck me with your tongue?”

Reaper pulls back just an inch, meeting my stare, and the challenge he finds there has his dark gaze narrowing. He doesn’t respond, clearly aware that I have a plan of my own, and as his interest grows, he waits to see what I have in store for him.

All I can do is smile as I reach back for the bag behind me on the counter, my fingers curling around the cool metal before shoving him back. Reaper inches away, allowing me space, and after sliding off the edge of the counter, I step back into him, forcing him further back.

Placing my hand against his chest, I take another step until his big body has eaten up all the available space in the kitchen and his back is forced up against my refrigerator. “Here’s the thing,” I murmur as my hand lowers on his body, skimming down past his waist to the massive bulge in his pants. I palm him through his pants, watching as his eyes flutter with satisfaction, and as I press up to my tippy toes, I lean closer to whisper in his ear. “I don’t play fair, Reaper. I play to win, and only one of us is going to win tonight.”

Reaper groans, and the sound rips through me like liquid ecstasy.

“You like that?” I question, continuing to palm his impressive cock.

He clenches his jaw, refusing to answer because both of us know that I have him right where I want him. I’m the one in control, and the only way he gets what he wants right now is if I decide to give it to him. But like I said, it’s never that easy.

I offer him a sugary sweet smile, batting my lashes as though I’m the innocent one here. “Here’s the deal,” I whisper, my body pressing against his big one just as I reach around him, slip the metal handcuff over his wrist, and lock him to my refrigerator. “I’m yours to have any way you want, but there’s just one caveat.”

His eyes darken with excitement and I don’t pretend that he isn’t fully aware of the cuff around his wrist despite not having reacted to it. “And what’s that?”

“You’ve gotta catch me first.”

His eyes blaze with the challenge, and as my heart bursts with a strange mix of fear and excitement, I take off like lightning, knowing those handcuffs won’t keep him down for long.

I bolt through the front door, sprinting faster than I have in my life, swallowing the laughter that threatens to burst out of me. I’ve never been so desperate and hungry for someone, only to run at the very last second. I could play this game a million times in my life, but there’s only one man on this planet capable of actually catching me, and that man is Reaper.

He’s the hunter, and I’m the prey. And this just became the most exciting game I’ve ever played.

My feet are silent against the ground despite my frantic sprint through the holiday resort. I bypass the pool and the tennis courts while keeping off the main roads, knowing that my hunter would already be out on the streets, tracking my every step.

My heart races as the adrenaline pulses heavily through my veins, and despite knowing that the world’s deadliest man is hot on my heels, I can’t seem to wipe the grin off my face.

The way this man is going to fuck me tonight . . . shit.

I need to focus on trying to evade him first, though, if I were a smart woman, I wouldn’t put too much effort into it. After all, my ultimate goal is to get caught and punished for being such a brat, but I can’t hand him the win. That’s too easy. He’s already told me once that he likes to work for his kills, and I don’t suppose that this would be any different. He likes the challenge, and that’s exactly what I plan to give him.

Reaching the boundary line of the holiday resort I make quick work of the fence, launching myself right over it before landing in a ridiculous crouched pose to gain my balance. Then, without a moment to waste, I sprint back into action.

I dart through the streets, not daring to look back. I don’t doubt he’s already close, but for now, my only focus is to put distance between us. I stick to the shadows, the darkness my only ally tonight. The streets are deserted, and despite how desperately I need him to catch me and have his wicked way with me, I’m not about to have him fuck me in a dirty alley behind a grocery store. I want this to be perfect, and with that in mind, I take a sharp right, heading toward the biggest tourist location Blue Springs offers—the lake.

Moving closer toward the lake, my heart races for a million different reasons, but the way chills begin creeping over my skin, I realize he’s closing in on me. The hunter has found his prey, but is he fast enough to capture her, or will she evade him?

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