Page 51 of War Games

Whipping around, I shove the blade against his throat, backing him up against the very fridge I cuffed him to barely twenty-four hours ago. My chest heaves with desperation and anger as my tears fall. I can’t do it either.

Reaper simply stares back at me, the two of us locked in each other’s orbit.

“I can’t,” I whisper, never having felt so out of my comfort zone in my life.

“I know,” he tells me, swallowing hard enough that the blade cuts into his skin. I pull back just a fraction, not wanting to truly hurt him, and in a flash, he shoves my hand away. The blade clatters to the ground, and he reaches out and grips the back of my neck, pulling me in hard against his magnificent body.

His lips crush down on mine, kissing me deeply, and I instantly melt into him, throwing my arms around his neck as he holds me tighter than any human ever has the right to do. His hands are on my body as his tongue swipes into my mouth, warring for dominance. My knees go weak, but his strong arms hold me up and give me exactly what I’ve been needing.

It’s hungry and desperate, and I can’t seem to get enough, and when his hands roam lower to grab a handful of my ass, all I can do is press into him, silently asking for more.

He grinds against me, and our frantic kisses become something more. Before I know what’s happening, both our hands are reaching for our clothes, manically tearing them off, and the longer he’s not buried deep inside of me, the more desperate I become.

“Fuck, Reaper,” I gasp, absolutely starved. I need this man more than I need my next breath.

“I know, Little Siren. I’ve got you,” he vows just as he tears my thong clean from my body. The second it’s gone, I scramble back, all but climbing the counter and pulling him in. I release his thick, veiny cock from his pants, barely having a chance to pump my fist up and down before he’s slamming inside my needy cunt.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, just as desperate for this as I’ve been for him.

I groan, throwing my head back as I lean against my palms, inching my ass right to the very edge of the counter as Reaper fucks me like a god. He’s so fucking beautiful with that magnificently sculpted body and that grim reaper tattoo that covers his warm skin. He’s fucking perfect, but the way his body rolls with every powerful thrust . . . fuck. I can’t tear my eyes off him.

“God,” I moan, my legs already shaking.

“Fuck, Siren. I’ve been dreaming about this sweet . . . little . . . cunt.” He says each word between his commanding thrusts, his jaw clenched with hunger as his fingers dig into my thigh.

“Destroy me,” I beg him.

He pounds into me, that thick cock stretching my walls and taking me deeper than I ever thought possible. I’ve never been so full, and just like when he fucked me by the lake, I know I’llnever experience anything as good as this for as long as I live. I’m addicted, and despite begging him to destroy me, we both know he already has.

His muscles bulge as he grabs hold of me, and just as I feel that familiar build deep inside of me, a loud BANG sounds through the villa just as a bullet whizzes past both of our faces.

“What the ever-loving fuck?” I squeal as Reaper grabs me and hauls me off the counter and onto the floor, not daring to pull out of me.

More bullets rip through the villa right where we were both just standing.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Reaper grips my ass, holding me up off the ground as my back presses against the edge of the kitchen island counter, still slamming that thick, delicious cock deep inside of me. He grits his teeth, not letting a damn thing get in the way of this.

Glancing up toward the top of the counter, I see the handle of my bag, so I reach for it before pulling it down and letting it fall heavily to the kitchen floor, groaning as that build continues growing rapidly inside of me.

I scramble through the bag until my hands curl around my loaded gun, and as Reaper fucks me, I shoot back toward the kitchen window, hoping like fuck I manage to hit this asshole.

“Who the fuck is it?” I ask, not liking shooting blind.

There’s a pause as whoever it is reloads, and Reaper takes his chance to peek out the window. “Fuck,” he grunts as a hint of regret flashes in his lethal stare. “It’s The Boneyard Slayer.”

“What?” I groan, clutching onto his shoulder as that thick cock rams so deep inside of me I feel him in my throat. “What the hell is he doing here? I’ve been careful, and a moron like that doesn’t find me unless an even bigger moron has led him here.”

Reaper cringes. “My bad,” he says, thrusting again. “But to be completely clear, I came here with the intention to kill you, socompromising your location wasn’t exactly supposed to be an issue.”

“Fucking hell,” I grunt, ducking again as a fresh round of bullets rain down around us.BANG! BANG! BANG!“Shit. If he’s here, then surely his brother is around here somewhere too. I doubt the asshole would have the balls to come at both of us on his own.”

“Yeah . . .” Reaper says slowly. “About that . . .”

I let out a heavy sigh.

Having a better vantage point, Reaper takes the gun from me and shoots back, and while I’m sure he’s probably one of the best sharpshooters in the country, those bullets are going anywhere but his target while he’s focused more on fucking me than eliminating the threat. And to be honest, I’m not even mad about it.

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