Page 44 of Reaper
I lap up all her juices until she pushes me away. I rise on my knees, and smirk at the contentment on her face. Her eyes are closed, her brown skin is flushed, and a wide smile graces her face. She looks thoroughly fucked and absolutely beautiful
“Fuck, I missed you, Paris.”
It slips out before I can stop the words, but it’s the truth. There’s no point in lying to myself or to her. There’s something about Paris that has crawled beneath my skin. And I want to explore it.
She opens her eyes, and her smile widens. “I missed you too.”
I lay down beside her, then wrap her in my arms. Her warm breath brushes against my skin as she rests her head against my chest. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” she asks. “I was so worried. No one would tell me anything.”
“They couldn’t. That’s how this life goes. Some shit you’ll never know even when you ask.”
I kiss the top of her head, understanding her anger about King keeping shit from her, but this is how things go in this life. And it’s not like she’s going to be around long. Once things are settled with the Petrovs, she’ll be able to live her life. And shit will goback to the way it was before I ran into her at the underground fight.
My chest tightens at the thought of us going our separate ways, but that’s how it has to be. She’s not my old lady, and she’s got a life to live.
“I’m good. I promise.” I push all those thoughts to the back of my mind. That’s something I’ll tackle when it happens. “All the charges will be dropped so I’m not worried about it.”
“I understand not telling me what happened with Aleksi.” She winces when she turns on her side and props up on her elbow. “But I hope you’re right.”
“Are you okay?”
She smiles and her cheeks flush. “I am. A little sore but it was worth it.”
It was more than worth it.
“What were you doing in King’s office? Nobody tried anything, did they?”
“No. Everyone just treated me like I had the plague,” she says, and I chuckle. “I was trying to find out information about you.” Her nail traces a pattern across my chest. “Did you know he thought I might have been a part of all of this? He believed I targeted you. Why didn’t you tell him the truth about me?”
“Because it’s not my story to tell, Paris. All King and the Sinners needed to do was trust me. My word should have been enough.”
“I understand why he was so standoffish with me now. He cares about you as well as the other men of this club.”
I understand what she’s saying, but I’m still not going to let King act like he’s holier than thou. It wasn’t too long ago, Alana had been in the same position. She also brought trouble to our doorstep that almost cost us Sinner blood even though it had been a request of Grimm, the Prez of our mother chapter. Itseems both my brothers are hypocrites, and I have no problem calling them out on it.
“Well, we got things straight between us, I think.” Her genuine smile, warm and bright like sunshine, pierces the gloom of the past two weeks. “I don’t want to bring any harm to anyone, especially you. You’ve done so much for me, but if I need to go Logan, I can make it on my own.”
There’s no way she can make it on her own. Not yet anyway.
“When it’s safe, you can go live the life you deserve.”
Even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s going to be hard to let her go. Her face falters just a little as sadness creeps into her eyes. I know she wants me to confess I want her to stay, but I will not keep her chained to me like Nikita. Once this is all over, Paris will live her life, thriving and flourishing, a life she was robbed of.
“Let’s not talk about all that right now.” I flip on top of her. “There are other things I want to do to you.”
Her laughter saturates my soul. She’s something special and all I want to do is enjoy the time we have together before it all ends.
Paris
I’veneverbeennervousaround other women until I’d been kidnapped. Even though I didn’t have many friends before the Russians took me, I had a lot of confidence in my looks, personality, and my intelligence. I’ve never compared myself to another woman because I felt fine in my own skin. Despite not having money or much of a social life, I had a job, and I was working toward my degree. I’ve come a long way from how I grew up, and I was proud of myself for all I had accomplished. Now all that self-esteem is gone.
Nikita found fault in everything—my weight, my clothes, even my hairstyle was always subject to his constant criticism, which left me feeling small and insignificant. I’m sure that had been the plan all along.
Nothing was ever good enough even when he decided everything about my life down to the most basic stuff like what color nail polish or lipstick I wore. And now that I’m sitting here in front of two of the most beautiful and accomplished women I’ve ever been around. I’m certainly comparing myself to them.
The insecure feelings he cultivated in me are stirring inside me and I don’t like it. Nikita broke something inside me. And I don’t know if that can ever be fixed.
Oya and Alana are trying to do everything they can to make me comfortable while I’m staying at the clubhouse. I don’t know if it’s because Logan asked them to, or they are doing it on their own. I guess it doesn’t matter since it’s giving me the chance to get outside, which at first everyone had been against. Alana has a way with King, and he finally gave us the go ahead, as long as we had some of the guys come along with us.
