Page 31 of They Call Him Reaper

Dante lets the end of that thought hang between us. He didn’t need to fill it in; I was kidnapped, after all. He pops up and starts pacing while pulling at his hair. "When you ran, he knew exactly where you were, but instead of relocating you to keep you safe, he-with a few others-stormed my house and jumped me. The kid I'd stayed alive all these years to protect led the charge. It was yet another time I made excuses for Father. I refrained from killing all of them with the rationale that this was a ritual for him…a fucked-up way to show that he cared. A method to keep me focused on my goals. He'd brainwashed me so thoroughly that I was in my thirties, still making excuses for his abuse! Then when I confirmed that he brutally murdered my parents and kept pictures of their bodies like some sort of fucked up trophy, the hold he had on me shattered."

Everything hurts. My feelings, body, and soul. The only parent I have left is a kidnapping psychopath. Now, I'm not confused about why I was kidnapped. I'm wondering why no one has attempted it before. If for nothing else, I'd think they'd want to end his bloodline.

My body runs hot as tears cloud my vision again. I need cool air. I run toward the refrigerator and open the door, hoping that it will help. After a few breaths, the overwhelmed feeling leaves but the heartbreak remains, squeezing my chest with an iron grip. I grab a bottle of water and hold it to my neck.

Turning, I verify that Dante isn't far behind me. He probably ran when I did. He studies me with a slight tilt to his head. Tears stain his cheeks, but he doesn't make any effort to wipe them again. It's just another reminder that the man who helped make me is the worst kind of predator.

"It's too much, Dante. It hurts."

"How does my life hurt you? None of it happened to you. I had to live it."

There isn't any judgment in his voice. He just doesn't understand why it hurts me.

"It's empathy. I don't hurt for me. I hurt for you. Yes, it's terrible knowing that I was raised by a monster, but I consider him that because of what he's done to you and others. I hate it. I don't remember much from that time, but I remember the boy who looked sad and lonely. I wanted to fix it. I wish it never happened to you. You didn’t deserve any of it. If it were in my power, I would haveNEVERallowed this to happen. None of it.”

Dante closes his eyes like he’s trying to shake away a thought. He hits his head a few times as he chants fuck. I’m not sure what to do, but I’ve seen enough to know he needs a moment.

When he opens his eyes again, there is a storm of emotions swirling too fast for me to keep up. His expression looks like his thoughts pain him as he takes a step forward. He pauses again and for a few intense moments, I’m his only focus. A take a sip of water to ease the ache of my dry mouth. This could be it for me. An emotional Dante is harder to read and much less predictable.

“Dammit, Inaya,” he growls when he grabs me.

My yelp is muted by his lips. I was so prepared for panic mode that it took my brain a moment to realize that Dante is kissing me. My body soon catches up. His kiss contains a level of passion I didn’t know he could possess, yet he pulls away with another curse, then walks outside without another word.

What just happened?

NINETEEN

Inaya

It’s only been aboutfifteen minutes since he kissed me like crazy, then disappeared, but it was enough time for me to decompress as much as I can in this situation. There is a lot of heavy information to unpack, but my brain needs a moment. I’m still in the kitchen, almost rooted in the same place. Lost in my thoughts. Hell, we both needed a moment to breathe. My heart has slowed back to its normal rhythm, but I’ll get a wave of sadness just remembering why we’re here. That poor child whose happy life was disrupted in the worst way is now an angry killer with a vendetta. We’re on this deserted island because he has deadly intentions, all of which wouldn’t have happened ifFatherhad left him alone. In fact, I’ve come to terms that he will be killed by the monster he created.

I turn and open the refrigerator and grab the grapes. It’s an unnecessary task, but I rinse them and start pulling individual grapes off the vines. I need to do something that occupies my hands but doesn’t require much thought.

His footfall announces his return. I don’t turn to look at him, lest he still need a moment. More silence cloaks us, but I can feel him. It’s as if my body is attuned to his nearness. His fingers arethe first to make contact, brushing my hair off my neck. It’s the gentlest touch he has ever delivered. I hold my breath, not sure where this will go.

The hairs on his beard tease my neck, just before his lips connect. The first few kisses are tentative, but they become bolder and more intentional. The grip he has on my hip becomes more possessive as the front of his body melds with my back.

My head snaps back when Dante laces his fingers in my hair and pulls it. His mouth covers my gasp with a kiss much like the one he gave me earlier. The mood has officially shifted to heated desire. It doesn’t escape my notice that it’s a big deal for him to have initiated a kiss twice, but I’m not going to try to read into it. Right now, I just want to take what he has to offer; heal some of the pain my family has inflicted.

Dante breaks the kiss and moans my name like a man who just found water in a desert. It’s just as arousing as his touch. His hands grazing my breasts over my t-shirt makes my skin feel like it exists separate from me and lives only for his desire. His erection is evident when I push my ass back to initiate some contact of my own.

Fucking won’t fix what’s broken, but it’s a damn good distraction. I’d gone back to the t-shirt and underwear combo since it feels silly to be fully dressed on a deserted island, and I’m glad I did; there are less layers between us. He cups me between my legs as he resumes kissing me wherever his lips land. Dante’s movements become faster, rushed, like he’s starved for this kind of connection.

“I need...” he pants but doesn’t finish his thought.

I float to the right from the force of him ripping the side of my underwear. My skin stings a little from where he scratched me in the process. It somehow increases my arousal. Maybe it’s because such a calculating man is only functioning on the primal level right now.

He doesn’t bother with the left side. The tattered cotton still clings to part of me. My now wet center throbs for attention and the release only he can deliver. Dante pushes my legs further apart. His breath is hot on the back of my neck as he bends just enough to pierce my soul. This is different from the last few times. His want now feels like a need.

Dante releases something somewhere between a moan and a growl once he slips all the way inside of me. He briefly drops his forehead on the back of my head, but doesn’t move at first, leaving me completely full of him. I swear I can feel the pulse in his dick before he begins to slide out slowly just to grind back into me. His hands have found their way under my shirt to tease my nipples as he fucks me. Soon after, one hand slides back down to my hips as the other moves up to cup my throat.

I grip the side of the counter to brace myself, because it’s all I can do while crying out from the almost overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me. His dick keeps rubbing my spot, and I think he’s aware. He knows he’s destroying me with his dick, and the mewls that come out of him aren’t helping. Dante is all the sexual soundtrack I need. I could listen to the sounds he makes on repeat. He proves my theory when he starts circling my clit with the same rhythm of his fucking. His teeth sink into the nape of my neck, adding another layer to the stimulation.

I’m so high that I didn’t see the crash until I’m gushing all over his dick. It’s the best kind of pain because he keeps filling me continuously until he’s returning the favor. He coats me with an erotic balm that warms me inside out. My head falls back, and he feeds me his tongue and rocks into me until he slips out.

If I were basing on the only other time we had sex, I’d say this is where we’d go our separate ways, but Dante reaches around me and grabs a few grapes from the bowl. Our commingled juices start to drip down my inner thighs, so I turn to go take care of it. He puts an arm out to stop me as he swallows thegrapes. I cannot read the expression in his eyes, but nothing remotely suggested that he was about to pull me in another kiss.

Dante invades my space again and bands his arm around my waist and kisses me like it’s the only thing he ever wanted to do. I forgot while I needed to move away until I felt more of his seed slip out of me.

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