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Sprinting across the room, I dove headfirst into the solid drywall. When the blackness overtook me, I knew I would finally sleep. The peace wouldn’t last, but it never did.
Chapter 12
Sniffling, I wiped across my nose, staring down at Reaper as I cleaned the blood from his face and neck with a warm, wet washcloth.
Why was it always like this with him? Moments of sweet escape like the way he tenderly held me when he learned the truth about what the cult had done to me, laced with poison.
I wanted to know what had hurt him in the past. What terrors brewed such a complex, angry monster of a man?
“He’ll wake up soon.”
I turned to the door, eyeing Devil as he leaned against the frame. “I’m sure he will mean as ever.”
“I don’t think he meant to hurt you.”
“I know he didn’t. He’s just . . . lost.”
“Yeah.” Devil rubbed the back of his neck, seeming a little uncomfortable. “Do you want to stay with him?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll have something brought up for you. You’ve got to be hungry.”
I shook my head. “Just thirsty. Any hot tea?”
“Uh, yeah. We got some around here somewhere.”
If I wasn’t so concerned about Reaper, I might have laughed.
“I’ll be back. I need to make a few phone calls.”
“Okay.”
I never meant to fall asleep. The stress of the last few days must have taken a toll. A warm body next to me growled, pulling away as I immediately felt the loss. Chilled, I shivered.
My eyes opened, focusing on the dark, menacing presence of the man I’d spent the night with, a broken anti-hero that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Reaper.
He avoided me the most, ignored me several times, and pretended I didn’t exist. He rarely spoke to me unless it was unavoidable or ordered by his pres. Our brief interactions were the most heated and passionate compared to any of the others.
I didn’t know why, but sparring with him did wicked things to me. Sparked forgotten urges that I didn’t think about in the light of day. His gaze penetrated my soul as he stood a foot away, his expression thunderous.
That stare. That fucking stare.
It burned. Intimidated.Consumedme.
It left my lungs short on breath and my thighs clenching together, aching for his touch.
Reaper was the devil, not the president of the R.V.M.C. He didn’t have shit on his Sergeant at Arms.
For some reason, I wanted Reaper more than I wanted any of them, probably because he fought me so hard, denying his desires when I knew he wanted to give in. With just one heated look, he had me salivating, waiting for his darkest desires to overtake us both.
I desperately hoped he couldn’t hold out much longer.
As if he sensed my unspoken longing, he sneered. “I don’t need you.”
“Everybody needs someone,” I replied with a smile.
