Page 44 of They Call Him Reaper

“All yours,” I admit. No one makes me feel what she does.

Inaya comes as if she was waiting for my reassurance. Her head thrown back with her body quivering is a damn beautiful sight. It’s so beautiful, it takes me with her, filling her with my cum as we both return from the edge. I don’t let her go as I roll us to our sides. I run kisses along her throat while she holds me.

“You can tell me when you’re horny, Inaya.”

She dips her head to avoid eye contact. “I'm just not sure where we stand or what I can request.”

Trapping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I bring her attention back to me. “All of this is new to me. You just need to be explicit about what you want. I’ve never been in a relationship and my brain doesn’t work like a normal person’s”

“Are we?”

“What?”

“In a relationship.”

I shrug. “It appears that way. You’re pregnant with my child and I’d kill any man who touches you.”

Inaya laughs and shakes her head like I’m insane.

“No. Do you want to comfort me when I’m sad? Hear about my bad days? Make me feel loved and protected?”

“I can try.”

She smirks. “That’s good enough for now. At least you’re not plotting to kill me.”

Her unexpected response pulls a laugh out of me. It doesn’t go beyond my notice that she seems to be the only one to makeme laugh. Her giggle ensures that I do my best to give her what she wants.

TWENTY-NINE

Inaya

The last weekhas flown by, but I am a little more comfortable since Dante is more present in his interactions with me. I’ve tried to keep my focus on us learning new things about each other, but we usually end up naked since his sexiness is distracting. It’s still insane to me that my kidnapper is my boyfriend, but at least I’m in like company since Delany’s abduction led to her marriage. I’d made her laugh when I told her that at least marrying her was always Andrea’s goal.

Dante still hasn’t said much about the baby; he even had a straight face when he watched the baby move during the ultrasound. He remained unreadable when we listened to the heartbeat. I opted not to worry since he always hands me my prenatal vitamins when I forget. Plus, there’s a level of caution when he makes love to me that he didn’t possess before. I find it easier to pay attention to his unconscious actions than try to pry feelings out of him.

I still feel Dante isn’t telling me something, since I’m not entirely sure why we’re at Andrea’s complex. I don’t know if this is the moment where I wait for him to tell me, or if I should push since he’s learning the ins and outs of relationships.

The six of us gathered around for dinner while Tatum slept, but we didn’t get far into it since the television that was left on in the other room grabbed my attention. I stood while River was in the middle of a story and allowed the television to lure me into the opposite room. Once there, I hit rewind on the remote, then turned up the television.

A picture of us that my dad took at the cabin before he turned into a psycho is plastered on the screen. It sounds like I was followed, but I don’t bother to check.

“Investment mogul, Antoni Wójcik, shared a photo of his happy reunion with his daughter, Inaya, a few short weeks ago. She had been missing for months, but was safely returned to him. Now, he is presumed missing with her. Sources say, the cabin they shared showed no signs of life, with both the father’s and daughter’s whereabouts unknown. His absence was reported by his personal assistant, Abel West. His suspicious disappearance has the police seeking a person of interest for questioning. A disgruntled ex-employee, Dante Orejón, is wanted for questioning.”

My heart rate accelerates when Dante’s picture flashes on the television screen while the reporter asks for information to help locate Dante.

“Looks like he’s pulling some strings,” Theodore says from my right.

“Yeah, this is a tactic of a scared man,” Andrea agrees.

Who?I want to ask, but my words are caught in my throat.

“A manhunt is not going to stop me from killing him,” Dante admits, and the coldness in his tone tells me everything I need to know.

“He didn’t die?” I finally ask.

Dante’s eyes soften when they meet mine. “No. His body was gone when I went to check. We’ve been searching for him. He’s dead the moment I find him.”

I nod slowly. “That’s why we’re here.”

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