Page 63 of Reaper

“All right, everyone out,” I order. “You don’t want to see what’s next.”

“Nope,” Nitro agrees. “Don’t need to see that shit.”

“Yeah, I’m out too,” Talon says.

“Get Tucker to help you clean up after,” Scar says.

“I’ve got this.”

I wait until they’ve all left before pulling my knife from my belt. The cold steel gleams in the shadowy darkness. As I plunge the blade into the guard’s chest, I see the faces of all the guards who tortured me in Blackstone’s dungeon. Itwasn’t just Blackstone. They all had a hand in it. Eventually, they’ll all pay for what they did.

When his body goes limp, a thrum of excitement vibrates through me. I can’t wait to get back upstairs and into bed with my woman. My cock hardens at the thought of plunging into her tight little pussy. But first, I need to take out the trash.

I haul the body back to the van, tossing it in like a bag of garbage.

“You need help?” Tucker asks, materializing out of the darkness.

“Nah. Next time,” I promise, because there will always be another body to bury.

As I slam the van doors shut, dark excitement surges through me. One more bad guy gone, one step closer to justice.

The thought of Lexi waiting for me at the clubhouse sets my blood on fire. I can’t wait to release this pent-up energy, to lose myself in her and forget the night’s horrors for a while. With one last glance at the clubhouse, I start up the van and speed off toward my favorite dumping ground.

Chapter 24: Lexi

The moment Reaper stomps into our bedroom, I know this isn’t going to be a pillow-talk-and-iced-tea kind of night. Relief floods through me as I scan him for injuries. Droplets of blood cover his cut and jeans, but he’s unharmed.

“Did the keycard work?” I ask, sitting up in bed.

“Yeah.” The mattress creaks under his weight as he rips his leather cut off, revealing the tattooed slabs of muscle that make up his chest.

“Is Blackstone dead?” I whisper.

“No,” he snaps with that look in his eye, the one that says he still hasn’t gotten justice. Immediately, I realize what he needs—someone to soothe the raging fire inside him. That’s something I can do.

Our room is dimly lit, just the way he likes it when he’s like this. I’m wearing a slinky mint-colored negligee with barely-there panties. A part of me knew what he’d want when he got back, so I was ready.

“Strip,” he growls, his voice as rough as sandpaper.

I stand and obediently peel off my negligee, letting it pool at my feet. His dark eyes flare, taking in my nakedness, while a predatory smile twists his lips.

“Face down and spread your legs, babe,” he commands.

I do as he says, bending over the edge of the bed, spreading for him. I’m wet, already slick with anticipation for what’s to come. He stands behind me. The rustle of the rest of his clothing falling to the ground heightens my anticipation.

When his hands grip my hips, I shiver. His fingers dig into my hips before he enters me in one hard, searing thrust. The sting only heightens my desire, and I moan out my pleasure.

Gripping the sheets, I rock my ass back against his flat belly. He’s so deep it’s almost painful, but he knows just how much I can take.

“You feel so damn good,” he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending tendrils of need down my spine. “Fuck, I needed this.”

The headboard pounds against the wall as he drives into me relentlessly. I arch my back, begging for more. My nails claw at the sheets, tearing them as he angles his cock against my clit. Pleasure flashes through me, white hot and blinding. My orgasm bears down on me like a freight train, and I can’t escape it.

“Reaper,” I gasp, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I don’t care. This is what we both need tonight, this release, this raw, primal connection.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, his breathing ragged in my ear. “You’re mine, always mine.”

His words send me over the edge. I reach the most incredible climax, my body shuddering around him as I lose all sense of space and time. Floating in a sea of pure ecstasy, I never want to come back down from this high.

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