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“You think you can play with me,” I snarled, slamming into her, noting how slippery she’d become, gripping my dick. “You think you have all the control.”
A breathless moan escaped as she gripped my biceps. “Give it to me, Reaper.”
Frowning, I got pissed. Why wasn’t she crying? Why didn’t she tell me to stop or slow down?
I increased the pace, still continuing to punish her, hating her for making me feel shit, for wanting more than I deserved. “I hate you,” I hissed, slapping her clit with my other hand, enjoying the jolt of her body in response.
“I could never really hate you.”
“But you said it.”
“I didn’t mean it,” she admitted, lifting her hips to receive my thrusts.
No. That wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this.
But she did. Her pussy clenched around my dick, sucking me in deeper. I squeezed her throat tighter, desperate for her to stop staring at me the way she did right now. To lose the pleasure and give in to pain.
Hate me back.
“Reaper,” she choked, “Give it to me.”
“Give what?” I shouted, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back inside.
“Give me all the hate. The pain. The rage.” Her eyes bloomed with tears, and I hated them. Those tears meant something different. I didn’t want to think about it. “I can handle it. Give it all to me, Reaper.”
“Why?” The question left my mouth with force, dropping spittle onto her chest. She didn’t care.
“Because you shouldn’t have to carry it alone.”
The air left my lungs in a whoosh, deflating as I blinked, trying to fight against the warmth blossoming in my chest. The same heat that flooded my body whenever she was in the room and chased the cold away. My hand dropped from her neck, sliding down the supple curves of her flesh until I curled my hand possessively around her hip.
My body stilled, and a ragged breath left my lips. My forehead lowered to hers as we both remained silent, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways. My dick twitched inside her, reminding me that I needed to move, to fuck her, until I flooded her pussy with my cum. I needed her dirty, marked. Claimed.
I hated her, but I fucking felt something else too. A new emotion I didn’t think I’d ever admit. Something warm and soft and tiny that I wanted to protect, to bury deep in my heart where no one could touch it.
Jealously, I needed to guard it, not wanting my brothers to have the same small piece of her that I coveted.
“Reaper?”
I lifted my head, staring down into the emerald glitter in her eyes, the fucking pretty color framed by dark lashes. In them, I glimpsed a fragment of her soul.
Her hand rose, cupping the side of my face. “Give me this moment, Reaper. Let me have this memory.”
“Why?” I fucking knew why.
My body tensed, waiting for her to reveal it.
“Because I need to have something of you with me when you walk away.”
Fuck.
“I don’t really hate you,” she whispered. “I want you as much as the others. Maybe more.”
No! I couldn’t hear that from her.
“Don’t lie to me,” I threatened, hoping she’d take it back.
My past whispered in my ear.No one will ever love you.
