Page 50 of Reaper Flame

He spread my ass cheeks to get a good entrance then thrust into my pussy with an urgent force, making my whole body rock. I tried to resist, pushing my ass back against him, but this only drove him crazier. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, making my toes curl and moan uncontrollably.

“Gush for me, baby,” West ordered.

I didn’t need him to ask.I couldn’t hold in the feeling any longer. My back arched as I came undone. My vision blurred in pure bliss as every thrust hit a new wave of pleasure and drenched his cock in my wetness.

“I missed this,” West said as he slid out of me, then rolled me over to face him. His gaze was soft and adoring, totally different from the unbridled beast who’d fucked my brains out seconds before. “And I missed you.”

My post-orgasm bliss clouded my judgment as I whispered back, “I missed you too.”

ELEVEN

Goddammit! Why was my pussy possessed by a cock-hungry demon? The universe has it out for me. Unlike downing too many tequila shots, fucking West left me with a thumping ache between my legs instead of my head.

Waking up with his heavy inked arm draped over my naked body almost made me forget how I ended up on the boat in the first place and what I’d endured over the last few months.

Before West’s eyes opened, I crawled out of bed and put on an oversized tee. Sometimes words aren’t enough, and our bodies take action. We’d got lost in the moment. But where the hell did it leave us? What did last night mean to him? Did I even want to know? After Rocky declared his love for me, I wasn’t ready to face another emotional conversation. The Sevens had to focus on what was really important... killing Hiram.

“Looks like you should be thanking me for the crotchless panties after all!” Vixen smirked knowingly as I entered the living room. It didn’t seem like a good time to mention the panties were completely destroyed. She lounged over a chair, wrapped in a black dressing gown and cradled a strong cup of coffee. She had a sparkle in her eyes like an evil villain, which I’d grown to love but also hate when she directed it at me. “We sleep next to your room, remember?”

“What are you doing up so early, anyway?” I snapped, swishing my hair over my face to hide my coloring cheeks. So much for trying to keep it a secret. The sooner we got off the sea, the better. It was bad enough when I used to share a room with her, let alone being stuck on a yacht where every thrust could be felt like a mini tsunami. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I’m planning a party tonight,” Vixen said. Her skin was positively glowing. “I want everyone to be there.”

“From where I’m standing, there doesn’t seem like we have much to celebrate,” I grumbled. “Have you forgotten that we’re on a suicide mission?”

She waved her hand dismissively and jumped up from her comfortable spot.

“I’m going back to bed,” she said, sauntering away with a huge smile and a spring in her step. Anything that made Vixen smile couldn’t be a good thing, right? She halted, then turned to add over her shoulder, “Suicide mission or not, we’re having a fucking party.”

I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty. Instead, Zander was preparing food on the counter. He wore a crisp black shirt with loosened top buttons and pressed gray trousers. Did the guy ever sleep?

“Morning.” Zander’s eyes strayed from the chopping board to look me over, lingering on my bare legs. “How did you sleep?”

His tone was neutral and unreadable. If he heard West and me making waves in the next cabin, he didn’t show it. Regardless, I wasn’t about to join him in playing fucking house. I may have agreed to stay with the Sevens until Hiram was dead, but we didn’t make a clause that required me to act civil or talk to him.

I spied a blueberry muffin on the side and snatched it, taking a huge bite.

“Fine,” I snapped back with my mouth full, spraying crumbs everywhere. Screw manners. I was no fucking lady.

“How is West this morning?”

Shit. The bastard heard everything. Good fucking riddance. It would serve as a reminder of something he would never get again.

“Lucky to be alive,” I said, not flinching and changing the subject. If he wanted to put me under the microscope, I’d put him on a slide to make him squirm like the lowlife bacteria he really was. “Tell me, was it part of your plan for Hiram to arrange for him to be shot?”

After hearing Zander’s explanations, I could wrap my head around how he screwed me over to get Hiram’s money and ruin his father. That made sense, but could it really have been a coincidence that West was shot on the night Hiram came to town? He removed the one person who might physically stand a chance against Hiram from the equation.

A storm rolled across Zander’s features.

“Hiram arranged it withyour husbandon his own,” Zander spat through gritted teeth. “West knows that. Hiram changed our plans last minute. The exchange was never meant to happen like that. Do you really think I’d have let you go to the warehouse alone?”

“I see right through you, Zander!” I scoffed. I may not be a lady, but he was no fucking gentleman. He cared about no one but himself. “You can’t hide who you are. Everyone else might not see it yet, but they will. And when they do, they’ll leave you, too.”

“Maybe they will,” he said, stepping closer until he was inches away. The warmth radiating from his skin was suffocating. “But I’d do it all again for you, little one.”

“Go to hell,” I snarled, turning around and stomping away.

“Where are you going to go?” Zander called after me. “You can’t run from me forever.”

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