“Mors,” I whisper. It’s a confession, admission, and he growls, pleased in my ear.
His hips snap, pushing further in, and I whine. He’s trying to blend us into one, two dark souls looking for their other half.
But then he moves. It’s powerful—savage. A fucking branding on my heart as he drills into me, over and over. There is no stop, no pause. His cock buries into me, punishing in its rhythm. My only hope is to cling to the Reaper. My nails rake under his shirt, cutting open his skin. I tug on his nipple rings and sigh with his gasps of pained pleasure.
He moans into my ear, a frantic beast, thrusting so hard, my vision blackens. “Fuck.”
My pussy flutters, soaking him, his jeans, and the desk.
“Remember this,” he threatens, pace unbreakable. “Remember how fucking easily your body begs for me. How this pussy only fucking wants me. How, dressed up for some date, you’re soaking my cock and screaming my name.”
His thumb finds my clit with ease and strokes it. Biting my lip, I bury my head into his chest.
“Still hiding,” he snarls. Pressing his lips to my ear, he says, “Last time, Maeve. You don’t fucking hide from me ever again. You’re mine. Now,come.”
My body hums, sharp tingles of pleasure curling around my middle. His hips don’t stop, his thumb rubbing harder until the wave crashes. Dropping my head back, I scream so loudly, and the paintings on the wall shift. Nails clawing into his chest, I go weightless, pussy so tight, he can only get one more thrust before following me over the edge.
His fingers bruise my hip, emptying inside of me. He doesn’t let me move, holds me still, making sure every drop stays inside.
Panting, I shake my head. “Fuck. You can’t—we can’t.”
“Can’t what?” Holding my neck, his blown pupils glare down at me. “Can’t fill you up? Your pussy was begging for it.”
“No, I—” my voice breaks. “I don’t have an IUD anymore.”
Laughing darkly, he pushes the hair out of my face, still inside of me. “As much as I’d love to see you carrying my child, you told me a long time ago you didn’t want kids.” He shifts, and I moan, his still hard cock rubbing inside me. “So I took care of it.”
Blinking, he pulls out, catching his cum. Shoving it back inside, I whimper. “Took care of it?”
“I’m shooting blanks, Princess.” His fingers twist and play, and my body hums, alive again. Fuck. Why am I letting him do this?
He doesn’t seem to mind, grinning devilishly at me. “You’re mine, Princess. So, make peace with whatever doubts you have. But you’re going to walk out of this room, dripping my cum, and you’ll feel me when you go to bed. And soon, we’ll do it again.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “I fucking guarantee it.”
13
MAEVE
“You know,” Hayes begins, turning another page, the flipping oddly soothing. “When you took over, I thought that meant less ofthis.”
Shuffling the stack of cash, I make a note in my ledger and wrap it with a thick rubber band. Dropping the stack into the black duffle bag by my feet, I can’t help but smile, huffing under my breath.
“Don’t like spending time with me anymore?”
He snorts. “You want to go to a hockey game at the TD? I’m your guy. Wanna go out to the alleys and kick the crap out of some assholes? Sign me up.” He throws a stack of papers in front of me, lips twisting. “Staying up to two in the morning counting shit like when we were kids? Hard pass.” He scoops up more money, handing it to me. Once I put it inside the counter, he hits the button. “Can’t we outsource?”
I cock an eyebrow as he crosses his arms. “You want me to trust someone else to count my money?” Slapping his arm, a small smile graces my lips. “This used to be our thing.”
“This went against child labor laws.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “And running the streets for illegal guns and drugs, isn’t?”
He holds up a finger. “Don’t change the subject. That was fun. This sucks.”
Taking his notes, I staple them together, smiling. I glance around my desk—the desk that two nights earlier the Reaper fuck me against.
I’m still sore from his actions. And my heart—that fickle little bitch—stings thinking of him. After he pulled away, I flipped him off, to which he laughed, and I hid in my room.
Does nothing for my claims of not hiding. I fucking hate how well he knows me.
