Page 103 of Reaper Razed

He bites and tugs at my clit and thrusts his fingers and thumb inside me; it’s not long before I’m spiralling. The heat rising up through me is excruciating. The pain mixed with the pleasure is divine as he slams his fingers in and out of me as roughly as humanly possible as I start clenching and panting around him.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty, slutty wife!” He pulls back from my clit to bite down on my arse cheek, then my inner thigh, before diving his face back into my pussy, feasting on me like he’ll never have it again. I crash over the edge, he bites down on my clit, and I scream out. He then rips his hand out of me, and I sag against the back of the sofa, feeling empty and spent. He then roughly grabs my hips as he slams into me from behind. “While you’re out on your fucking date,” he spits at me, “I want you to remember who fucking owns you!”

This isn’t like Steel. He's not jealous or mean, but something has him fired up tonight. It’s calling to my inner Reaper, and she loves it. “I want you to feel me everywhere!” he spits again as he pounds into me relentlessly. “You are fucking mine!” he spits again.

“Steel?” I gasp out, but he takes my breath away, slamming into me so hard the sofa is screeching across the floor with every thrust. My eyes are watering, and my makeup is gonna be fucked, and I bite down on my lip as he’s hitting everything with such intensity that I can’t speak. I can barely breathe!

“You are mine, and when you get into that limo for your ‘date’, I want him to smell me on you, taste us in the air, and I’ll kill him if he touches you! Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes!” I gasp out. He’s angry. I can feel it in the way he’s fucking me. He’s never done this before, but I’m already thinking how I can make him this angry again, as fuck, this is so hot. My toes curl in my shoes, the ones Steel bought me. Like fuck I’d wear the ones the guy I’m going out with sent. I scream as he slams into me again, and another orgasm is brutally ripped from me.

My knees shake, and my eyes roll as I fight for breath as he continues slamming into me till he roars his release, smashing his hips against me. He rips out of me, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thighs and forcing his come back in before pulling my pants up, yanking me up by my hair and turning me in his arms.

“Fucking perfect!” he snarls at me as he slams himself into my mouth again, and I wrap my arms around him and drag him against me. “I love you!” he breathes into my mouth.

“I love you too!” As I pull back, he smooths my hair down, wipes under my eyes with his thumb and wipes around my bottom lip with his other thumb!

“I’ll see you when you get home. I’ll wait up!” He turns and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Well fuck, that was aggressive and intense, and fuck, if my insides aren’t clenching at me to storm back in there and ride him like a rodeo bull while he’s like this. Fuck, I’m so turned on right now, and I have to go to this stupid ball, and I bet I look a fucking state.

As the limo pulls up and honks the horn, I grimace. It looks like I’m going as is. I stomp down the stairs in my stupid dress and my gorgeous shoes, and my husband’s come threatening to slide down my legs. As I get there, the arsehole driver doesn’t even get out or spare me a second glance. I climb into the back, and the privacy screen is already in place. I’ve barely closed the door as he peels out the gates.

As we pull up outside the client's fancy gaff, I’m fully aware that it smells like I’ve just been fucked in the back of the limo, and that’s not a good first impression. I haven’t even had time to sort my makeup out.

As he slides in, he inhales, and then his pupils dilate as a hungry, lustful gaze appears on his face before he shakes it off. “I’m Mr Lewis Carlisle. It’s a… pleasure. I wasn’t expecting you to be so… so… beautiful.”

I shake his hand. “Mr Carlisle, I’m Ray. I will be your security for the evening.”

I settle back into the chair as we make our way to the event. I don’t speak because I’m fully aware that he’s resting his head back and is inhaling my scent deeply, and the tent in his dress trousers tells me all I need to know! Fuck my life right now.

Reaching the function, we step into the ballroom. We’re handed champagne, but I just pretend to sip at mine, occasionally tipping some in a pot plant. As I pass, I’m suddenly aware of Steel’s come making an appearance while I’m walking around. “Mr Carlisle, I need to use the ladies. Would you mind waiting by the bar?” He nods, and once he’s seated, I head off.

Battling with all the fucking ridiculousness this dress is, I manage to get underneath it, and as I pull my pants down, I feel his come running out. I don’t know why, but I reach down and try to push it back in, and as I do, I graze my clit and fuck the feel of him sliding around, and my fingers make me gasp, so I push them back inside me, rubbing the palm of my hand over my clit, I’m pumping in and out, and my breaths are coming harsh my chest and face are flushed, and as I grunt out my release there’s a gasp from the bathroom.

I clean myself up, and as I walk out of the cubicle, an older woman is grasping at her pearls with one hand and white-knuckling the countertop with the other. She's slightly flushed in the face. I wink at her as I slide my fingers into my mouth before walking to the sink beside her and washing my hands.

“Such a fabulous event, don’t you think?” I smile at her and leave the bathroom. The rest of the night is boring as fuck. I just want to get home to my husband and our bed and throw him around it.

Once the event has finished, we head out to the limo, and as it pulls up, Mr Carlisle opens the door for me. I step in, and he softly closes the door behind me. It’s really hot in the back, and as he walks around, he removes his jacket and gets in.

The driver pulls off from the kerb, and Mr Carlisle pulls at his collar. “Can I get you a drink?” He pulls out a bottle of water, and I nod, opening the sealed lid. I take a big swig. It’s so fucking hot in here, and this bloody dress, it’s stifling. He keeps talking and rabbiting on about his wife, blah, blah, blah. I feel my head start to loll with the constant drone of his voice. “It’s nothing personal!” he says in a softer tone.

I glance over at him, but his face distorts and fades in and out of focus. “Fuck!”

Steel

I shouldn’t have fucked her like I did before she left. I was mad at her, and although I did enjoy it, and she seemed to as well, I regret treating her like that. That wasn’t me. I don't know what came over me. When we talked about kids, it was in a couple of years, and I went all caveman and demanded them now.

I had a shower after she left, then tried to sleep, but I just couldn’t. I read, then tried again, and now it won’t be long before she’s home, and I don’t really want to be here when she gets back, even though I said I would wait up, so I throw my clothes on and head to the bar.

Walking through the door, my phone chimes.

Wife: Can you pick me up at the security firm’s office in one hour?

Husband: Thought you were getting dropped off here?

Husband: Is everything okay?

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