Page 25 of They Call Him Reaper

Each hard thrust makes new pain from my wound shoot through my body, and I accept it. Pain is familiar, the pleasure is new. It’s only fitting that I feel both in equal measure. It reminds me that even with pleasure, pain isn’t far behind. Especially for us.

She arches her back away from me, attempting to soften the next blow, but I grab the back of her neck and bend her forward to go deeper. Inaya yelps, then moans, because her body is confused. It’s so satisfying I bite my lip until it hurts.

“Don’t run from it. This is the dick you wanted since your eyes landed on me. You were in captivity, and your pussy still wanted me.” My fingers on her clit makes her entire body shudder.

“Oh, god,” she moans as I continue to fuck and finger her in tandem.

“That’s not my fucking name.”

She’s about to come, gripping me so fucking tightly, I know it’s going to be intense for her. Inaya screams my name, conflicted like I’m abusing her and she likes it. I don’t let up, continuing to force myself inside her tight hole. Switching up, I withdraw, then slam myself inside in perfect rhythm with contractions.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she pants as I punish her with one orgasm that turns into another.

Her last yell is hoarse and sounds close to agony, but her body pushes back like she’s seeking more. That does it for me. I growl as I unload into her, releasing my nightmares and pain with my cum.

She rolls onto her stomach once I release her. Lying on my back, I bend my leg to see the bandage. No major bleeding, although it throbs like a bitch. Last night and this morning I've taken my body too far, but it was worth it. Tucking an arm behind my head. I watch Inaya’s back rise and fall rapidly while she gasps for breath as if she just finished a marathon. Good. Maybe she’ll sleep for the rest of the day.

FIFTEEN

Inaya

I was once cautionedby one of my colleagues to avoid crazy dick because it’s amazing sex with the biggest problems. How did I respond? I find the craziest dick to evercrazyand jump on that.What did I do?I want to laugh but there is nothing funny. I’m sure that last orgasm had me speaking to my maker, but that’s exactly where Dante is planning to send me.

If this was a normal hookup, I’d probably fade into the background until I could gather my thoughts but it’s not. He’s a fucking assassin, and I’m his target. He’s also a hurt assassin, mentally and physically. That thought is the only thing that makes me open my eyes. Well, that and my bladder beating my ass. I jump a little when I find him propped up on his elbow, looking down at me as if he were watching me sleep.

“Annoying, isn’t it?” he points out with just the slightest hint of amusement coloring his words. “I was wondering how long you were going to pretend to be asleep.”

On the one hand, I’m aware and accept that he has woken up at least twice to me doing the same thing, and on the other, I want to punch him in his hurt thigh. My purpose was innocent fascination, and he’s just mocking me.

“Shut up,” I grumble as I roll my sore body out of bed.

I flinch when my brain catches up. The fact that I just told him to shut up has me turning slowly to assess the situation. He may be wounded, but that doesn’t make him incapable of harming me if he wants. My heart rate slows back down to normal when I’m not met with the dark glare that precedes punishment. Instead, he’s lying on his back in bed with his right arm covering his eyes and the left is propped up to display his middle finger.

I’d be amused, but now that I’m paying attention, there are subtle things that stick out in the medical part of my brain. Even with a hurt leg, he’s too much of a busy body to still be in bed. He’s shielding his eyes, which could mean light sensitivity or headache. His Adam’s apple moves slowly when he swallows. His voice was raspier than usual when he spoke.

I mull over that information while I pee and brush my teeth. I’ll have to move as delicately as a vet trying to treat a wounded lion. He’s in almost the same spot once I return except, he’s not flicking me off.

Dante’s naked chest rises and falls slowly, but he doesn’t appear to be asleep.

“Dante?”

“Hmm!” There is so much irritation in the simple response that I’m sure my assumptions are correct.

“I’m about to check your wound, then redress it.”

He grunts but doesn’t respond otherwise. I gather the items I need and sit on his side of the bed. Dante’s leg still looks aggravated from the cut, not to mention the way he fucked me a few short hours ago, but I still don’t see any signs of infection. I press the parts around the wound to see if it’s more sensitive or hot to touch.

Though he doesn’t make a sound, his body tenses. He does feel warm. My focus goes to cleaning and redressing the wound.I’ll do more investigating in a bit, but I have an idea what’s going on. Once I’m done, I feel his hip since it’s nowhere near his cut, to find that he’s still warm. Leaning, I touch his neck then his forehead.

“You’re hot.”

“Don’t flirt right now,Gatita.”

I roll my eyes, but remember he’s not a normal man right before I smack his chest. “Not that kind of hot.You have a fever, but your cut doesn’t appear to be infected. How’s your throat?” Instead of answering, he sighs and rolls to his left side. “I’m going to take that as confirmation that it hurts. I’m going to make some tea for you, okay?”

Instead of responding, he pulls the sheet up to his shoulder. Yup, definitely sick. Moving to the kitchen area, I occupy myself with making tea and some oatmeal I found. I don’t add anything extra besides a little fruit on the top. I don’t know what his stomach can tolerate right now. As I put the items on the table next to the bed and tell him to eat, I’m greeted by a grunt.

Opting to give him a moment, I disappear into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. My mind races as I calculate what I know. He’s sick without barely any energy to move, so this would have been the time to leave him if I were able. Yet, the crazy part of me asks who’d take care of him if I left. I roll my eyes and turn to rinse my hair, it’s a moot inquiry since I’m not able to cross a large body of water alone.

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