Page 42 of Reaper
“Unfortunately, I did. He deserved to die,” I say without hesitation.
Aleksi was always around even when he shouldn’t have been. He even cornered me a couple of times, but something always interrupted him before he could take things further. Thank God. All Nikita’s men are like that. Even though he said no one could touch me, none of them cared to listen to any of his orders when it came to me.
Nikita only wields power because of his name, not because the men in that organization respect him. So, if they could trap me somewhere, they did. No matter how much I fought it didn’t do any good.
“Well, Logan will be out before you know it and all charges will be dropped,” King says.
Before I can respond, there’s a knock on the door, then it’s pushed open. When Logan steps in, all the air leaves my body.
“Logan,” I mumble, and jump out of my seat and rush to him.
He catches me in the air, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.
“Oh my god. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I promise,” he mumbles, then kisses me on the side of my head. “I’m here.”
“I was so worried.”
“I know. I’m sorry. What are you doing in here?” His face shifts from a worried frown to a furious grimace in a flash. “Did something happen? Did somebody say something to you?”
His words are filled with anger, and I slowly slide down his tense body. But I don’t let him go and he keeps me in his embrace. He looks tired but other than that, he looks fine.
“Calm down.” King stands from behind his desk as he addresses his brother. “Paris just had some questions.”
Logan’s finger traces the contour of my face. “And you’re good?” he asks.
“Now that you’re here, I’m perfect.”
He releases a long breath, then focuses on King. “I need to speak to you after I spend some time with Paris.”
King nods. “I’ll be here.”
Logan interlaces our fingers and pulls me from King’s office. My heart’s racing and the amount of tension drains from my body just seeing him is intense. I’m so glad he’s here. I don’t know when he buried himself under my skin but two weeks without knowing what happened to him was torture.
Reaper
TwofuckingweeksandI’ve been going out of my damn mind. Sure, both King and Saint gave me updates on Paris, but seeing her hit me square in my damn chest. The amount of tension that disappeared from my body when she jumped into my arms had been on another level. While I believed what my brother told me, the relief at seeing her for myself, I can’t put into words.
I haven’t been this invested in a woman in a long time.
At first when Paris came into my life, even though the attraction had been on another level, I didn’t expect long suppressed feelings to surface. I buried these types of feelings the day Blake took her last breath. Now the fierce roar of want, desire, and protectiveness has surged to life again like a tidal wave that can’t be stopped.
With a loud bang, the door to my bedroom closes behind us. I pull her into my arms, her soft skin against mine, and kiss her like it’s the last time I will ever see her. With a gasp, she tightens her arms around my neck. Her lips press against mine, igniting something deep inside me that has my heart racing.
Palming her ass, I lift her into the air, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push her against the door, as she desperately tries to undo my jeans while I trail kisses down her neck.
Fuck this woman is going to be the death of me. She stirs feelings in me that only resurface whenever I’m around her. I both fucking hate it and love it at the same time.
She unbuttons my jeans and releases me. Luckily, she’s wearing a skirt, the thin fabric easily bunches above her waist. The sound of her gasp echoes around the room as I tear her panties.
I pause for a second, the head of my cock perfectly placed against her entrance. I’m holding myself back from slamming into her.
“Be sure this is what you want, sweetheart because I will never change. I will always be the man that I am.”
She understands what I mean. I’ve told her from the beginning I’m no one’s Prince Charming. I will always be the villain in any story including hers. She needs to want me for the man I am, not the man she thinks that I am.
“I know who you are, Logan. It doesn’t matter because I want you.”
