Page 64 of Reaper

Reaper’s thrusts become even wilder, more erratic. It’s almost as if he’s trying to pound his demons out of his soul and into mine. But they’re already there. The moment he told me the truth about Blackstone, they took up residence in my heart. He doesn’t know it, but I want vengeance just as much as he does.

Pulling out of my fluttering pussy, he grabs something off his nightstand. I turn my head to find him flicking open a bottle of lube. A moan escapes my lips. I know what’s coming, and it’s going to hurt in the most delicious way.

“Relax for me,” he whispers as he trickles lube on my puckered hole. “Hold it open.”

I reach back and grab my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, submitting to his lascivious need to violate methere. His cock presses against me, pushing at the tender flesh which tries to refuse his entrance.

“Relax, baby,” he croons before forcing the head of his dick into me.

“Oh!” I gasp.

“That’s it. Take it all. Be a good girl and take every last inch.” The wicked lust in his voice unravels something inside me. I open for him, letting him stuff inch after inch into my body.

He reaches around to strum my clit with his fingers. “Fuck, your ass is so perfect.”

Pulling almost all the way out, he stills before thrusting deep. Surprised, I’m not ready for what comes next. He uses me like a toy, fucking my ass and playing with my clit until I’m screaming and crying out his name.

Coming all over his fingers, I can’t even catch my breath before he stuffs them inside me, spreading me while continuing to plunge his huge cock into me. I’m double stuffed now. My nipples are harder than the diamond tips on a drill. They ache as I struggle to survive the waves of pleasure threatening to drown me.

He’s never been like this before, so filthy yet so coordinated. Somehow, he knows exactly when to stop stroking my clit, when it’s just too much to bear.

Sweating and moaning uncontrollably, I writhe on his cock. I silently plead with him to stop, but I also want him to keep going, so I press my lips together and take it. The loud slap of his body against mine reverberates through the room. I’m sure everyone in the clubhouse knows what’s going on, but I don’t care. He’s making it known to everyone that I’m his and he’s mine.

“Oh, fuck!” He snarls as thick spurts fill me. “Fuck, I love you, baby.”

I freeze. This wasn’t the way I expected him to say it. Did he even mean it, or is he too blissed out to know what he just said?

He collapses on top of me as we both catch our breath.

“I love you, Lexi,” he mumbles in my hair, his grip on my hips finally loosening.

“I love you too,” I whisper, knowing the truth now. He meant it. He loves me.

My heart soars.

As our breathing slows, he rolls off me. We lie side by side, legs entwined. His forearm drapes over my stomach, a comforting weight. I know that come morning, we’ll still have to deal with Blackstone, but for now, in this stolen moment, we’re together and in love, and that’s all that matters.

“Babe,” he whispers.

“Hmm?”

“I killed someone tonight.”

“I know.” In the back of my mind, I knew. He’s never been quite so rough before, but he’s been close. Thinking back, I realize just how many men he must have killed over the years. Somehow, it doesn’t bother me as much as it should.

“And you still love me?”

“Was he evil?”

“Beat his wife.”

“Then he got what he deserved.”

“You get it.”

“I do.”

“Hmm.” He nuzzles my neck before pressing soft kisses to the hollow of my throat. “I might need more.”

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