Page 52 of War Games

“What the fuck did you do?” I demand over the sound of the raining bullets.

“It was nothing, really.”

“REAPER!”

“Okay, fine,” he grunts, pausing for just a second to send a few more bullets flying back at The Boneyard Slayer as I reach for a new magazine from my bag. “His brother tried to get the drop on me, so I had no choice but to retaliate. Only, I was interrupted before I could finish the job.”

“What?” I screech. “You left witnesses?”

“No. I left him. They were just teenagers. I couldn’t fucking slit his throat in front of them, plus they were breaking out their phones. I had to bail.”

“Shit.”

Frustration burns through me. This isn’t just a little fuck up, this is a colossal one. Not only did he walk away from a target without a confirmed kill, but he had witnesses who were minors and almost had video evidence. Not to mention, in our line ofwork, we can’t afford to make this personal, and having some asshole’s brother come for revenge . . . that sounds fucking personal to me.

“I figured I’d come back and finish the job later. It’s not as though he’s going to be capable of coming for me for another week or so.”

“Yeah, well, the job’s brother is currently trying to get revenge,” I mutter, pushing off the edge of the island counter and shoving Reaper back against the fridge, taking control and riding him just as I’ve been dreaming about for the past eleven days.

My hips rock, and in this position, he’s seated so deeply inside of me that my walls immediately start to convulse. “Holy fucking shit,” I grunt as my nails dig into his massive shoulder, but when he reaches down between us and presses his thumb to my clit, sending a hot wave of electricity pulsing through my body, all I can do is throw my head back and cry out with the sweetest pleasure.

“You fucking like that, baby.”

“I ain’t your baby,” I tell him. “You led this asshole to my door. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s fucking wrong with me, Siren,” he says, gripping my ass and digging his fingers into my skin as I ride him like he’s never been ridden before. “You’ve been in my head since the second I saw you. I’m not thinking clearly. I’m making fucking mistakes, Siren, and I don’t make mistakes.”

“That’s why you came here tonight,” I say. “If you took me out of the picture, you could get over it and focus on the game.”

He nods, and honestly, it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. “As for this guy,” he continues, making a point of shooting back at him again. “He’ll be dead soon enough and you won’t have to worry about it. But I get it. You have every right to be pissed at me. I’m just as pissed with myself as you are.I don’t fuck up. Ever. It was a first for me, and I don’t fucking like it. It makes me feel weak, and it has everything to do with the way this sweet little cunt owns me.”

Having this kind of power over such an impressive man gives me goosebumps, and in response, I clench my walls around him, watching the way his eyelids flutter with the deepest need. His fingers tighten on my ass, and despite the bullets still turning my villa into nothing more than rubble, he tosses the gun down and grabs me.

Reaper lifts me off him and shoves me down against the floor on my knees, bending me over so my face is against the ground and my ass is up in the air. He positions himself behind me, and just like at the lake, he slams into me from behind, his thumb at my ass as his other hand clutches my hip, holding me still.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He fucks me like a goddamn beast, his thrusts more powerful than the bullets blasting through my villa. My body instantly becomes his as he shows me exactly how my cunt owns him. He wraps my hair around his fist before pulling my head back, and just like at the lake, I reach between my thighs and rub tight circles over my needy clit.

“See this,” he grunts through a clenched jaw, his thrusts so powerful and addictive as he pushes his thumb inside my ass. “Now that we’ve determined that I can’t fucking live without this, you’re mine. This sweet little cunt—all fucking mine. I am your pleasure, Siren. You belong to me.”

My pussy begins to shatter, my walls wildly spasming around his thick cock, and as my orgasm blasts through me, I cry out with heavy, panted breaths. “Yours. I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, the relief in his tone sounding as though he’d feared how I would respond to him, but after he claimed me at the lake, I figured that was just how he liked to talk while he fucked. Only this time it was different, there was a profounddemand in his tone, and I realize he means every last word. I belong to him, but what he fails to understand is that he now belongs to me too.

I come hard, my orgasm completely destroying me, and as Reaper comes with me, our whole fucking souls merge as one. I don’t know what this is or what it means, especially during War Games, but there’s no turning my back on it now.

I’m his and he is mine, right to the fucking end.

I come down from my high when more bullets blast through the window, only they come from the living room and I adjust my gaze, able to see our shooter clearly now, which also means he’s more than capable of seeing us too.

Reaper sighs as if realizing the same thing. We have to move—unless we feel like being shot—and right now, all I want to do is fuck this beast of a man all over again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, reaching for the discarded gun and inserting a fresh magazine. More bullets fly toward us, and despite the threat they pose, I get to my feet. Standing right in the middle of the war zone, I raise my gun, take aim at the asshole outside my living room window, and take one final shot.

The bullet pierces right through his shoulder, and I curse, knowing my post-orgasm shaky knees are completely responsible for missing the imaginary target I put right between his eyes. And honestly, missing in front of a man like Reaper is nothing short of embarrassing, but considering his gaze is locked on my ass, I think it’s safe to say he didn’t even notice.

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