Page 87 of Reaper Flame

You’re a hypocrite,a voice in the back of my head reminded me. I was no better than him after what I’d been plotting with Mieko only half an hour before.

“Everything I’ve done has been for you. I saw an opportunity at the auction,” he explained. “With the Blackbird on our side, I saw a way to keep you safe.”

“Did he tell you what was happening when I was in Blackthorne Towers?” I asked. “About all the things Hiram made me do?”

“He let us know you were alive, but no more than that.” Zander’s jaw tensed. “Hiram’s gift was enough explanation for me to know what was happening.”

“I don’t trust him,” I huffed. “You don’t know him in the same way I do. The Blackbird only cares about one thing: himself. He will screw us over in the blink of a fucking eye if he gets a better offer.”

“In this world, there are two types of people: the Sevens and everyone else. We can only trust each other, but the Blackbird has his uses. He needs us as much as we need him, and you know that we need someone on the inside.”

I pouted, feeling like a sulky teenager but refusing to admit he was right. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Zander agreed, putting his hands around my waist and pulling me close. “But you agreed to play by my rules. Remember?”

“Or what?” I challenged.

He stroked up my sides to feel my curves. His presence was intoxicating, and another feeling started to replace my anger.

“Do you recall what happened the first time you disagreed with me?” Zander asked.

His lips grazed over mine teasingly. It was impossible to stay mad when he drew primal energy from me like it was his superpower. I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth, then let him go.

My voice came out lower and more sultry than I expected before I could stop it. “Why don’t you remind me?”

Zander spun me around, pushing my thighs against the wooden desk and my ass against his suit. I could feel the warmth of his cock through his pants, hard and ready. He wrapped his arms around my middle like we were starting a slow dance. His breath tickled my skin as he brushed my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. “Gladly.”

He suddenly stepped back and pushed me down aggressively. I used my hands to steady myself as he pulled up my skirt and murmured in appreciation at the sight of my pink lacy panties. After being a voyeur last night, Zander was ready to make his mark on me again. But he didn’t touch me straight away. He waited. The anticipation only turned me on more.

“Look how wet your pussy is for me, little one,” Zander purred. He was careful not to touch me as he pulled my panties down. “Do you enjoy my punishments?”

“No,” I lied, but reclined out across the desk in encouragement like a cat begging to be stroked by its master.

“You’re lying,” he said. His hand reached out to rub my ass with his hand then delivered a smack, making my body jolt. He stroked the stinging spot gently. He had a natural talent for balancing pain and pleasure. He paused, then walked away, leaving me bent over the desk as he sat down opposite me in his chair wearing a smirk. “I’m expecting a business call.”

“A call?” My cheeks flushed, and I straightened up, feeling my frustration rise. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

Zander had teased me once before, pushing me to the point of orgasm and then dismissing me. That was before I became a Seven, but times had changed. If I wanted his cock, then I was gonna get it. He said he was mine… so it was my turn to take.

I smiled and batted my eyelashes, trailing my finger along the top of his desk as I moved around to the other side. “I guess we’ll have to be quick then…”

I didn’t work in a strip club for nothing. I slid onto his lap, facing away from him, and ground my ass against him, making sure to sway my hips and press down to drive him wild. Zander groaned. He may be the king of teasing, but I was the motherfucking queen.

“Candy…” he warned.

“What?” I asked innocently, standing up and running my hand down his buttoned shit, bending over to give him a great view of my cleavage. I unzipped his pants and tugged them down to release his cock. “I said I’d make it quick.”

I slid onto his lap to straddle him. Thankfully, his office chair resembled a throne, so there was plenty of space for my knees to squeeze in either side of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face close to mine, getting lost in his dark gray eyes that don’t look away from me.

We stared at each other for thirty seconds, neither of us saying a word. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I saw the pain. The suffering. The vulnerable child who was forced to become a man early. To make hard decisions and continue to be haunted by them. I may be broken, but so was Zander.

“You’re perfect,” Zander murmured, then a force of nature came over his body as he yanked my hair and pulled me into a kiss like he wanted to steal my fucking soul.

I gasped. Without panties, his cock rubbed up and down my lips, coating his shaft in my wetness.

“Fuck!” I was breathless and carried away in the moment as I knelt upward, reaching down to grab him and take what I needed.

I slid down onto his cock and moaned into his mouth. My pussy stretched to make room for him, making me gasp as he plunged deeper. Two fucked up souls becoming one. Zander sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I rode him furiously, like we only had two minutes before we had to break apart. His hands grasped my ass cheeks hard, guiding me up and down, as his breathing grew heavier.

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