Page 28 of The Reaper


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“You’re going to take off your boots and these goddamn pants and lie down on the floor for me. Then you’re going to spread your legs, and I’m going to fuck you and watch you come.”

“You’re insane.”

“You knew that already. You knew exactly how I was, but you came out onto the porch looking for me.”

“I didn’t know you were—”

“Shut up.” I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed. He fought me, but when I reached for his cock, it was as hard as ever. “I’m in control here. You want this. Give in to it. Let us both enjoy it.”

He nodded. When I let go of his throat, he coughed and rubbed it with his hand, but he didn’t complain.

I yanked a few horse blankets off a shelf and tossed them onto the floor.

Rhys stumbled toward them, sinking to his knees before doing what I said. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He had a dark scar on his shoulder that had surely come from a bullet wound. It only made him sexier.

One of his boots didn’t want to come off, so I helped him, tugging on it until I freed his foot. I tossed it aside, and he used his feet to push his jeans off, then tumbled back, barely catching himself before his head hit the floor. He watched me, wide-eyed, as I stripped off my pants.

“Hold your legs up,” I ordered.

I knew I was out of control. The room was spinning. My head was all fogged up. All I could feel was the need in me—the need to come, the need to possess Rhys.

I’d left all rational thought behind like I did when I tracked and killed. I’d never let myself go to this extent when I was fucking, but with Rhys, I had no choice. He brought out the most primitive parts of me.

“Shirt off.” He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and yanked it up. I took over, removing it and throwing it aside before positioning myself between his legs and driving back into his slick ass.

His eyes went wide, and he groaned. The sound seemed to vibrate through my body as he wrapped his legs around me using his heels to dig into my ass like he was trying to force me even deeper.

“Touch yourself. Show me how much you love this. Let me watch you as you come.”

He did as I said, wrapping one hand around his cock and the other around one of my biceps. He squeezed me hard, obviously determined not to let me get away. Not that I could. There was no way in hell I was stopping until I filled him with every ounce of my load.

He sank his teeth into his lower lip and closed his eyes while his hand worked furiously on his cock. I slammed deep inside him and stayed there, not wanting anything to distract me from the gorgeous scene in front of me.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound, every whimper. I want to know how desperate you are.”

He opened his eyes and glared at me. “Fuck you.”

His hand never slowed despite his anger. His cock was leaking enough precum to make a puddle on his stomach.

I shifted, sliding my cock in and out from a different angle. Just like I hoped, I hit his sweet spot. He gasped, and when I did it again, he gave me the most gorgeous little whimper.

“That feels so fucking good.”

I smiled down at him. “Is it what you need?”

“Fuck.”

“Tell me.”

He snarled. “I hate you.”

“I know, but you can tell me what you need.”

“I need… Oh God—”

“You need to come, don’t you? I’m going to make you. You’re not going to be able to hold back.”

“I know. I can’t stop. I… Oh my God, TJ.”

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