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The need to kill something is fucking pulling at me, but I push it down, letting it fester with the rest of my rage, keeping it for the day I slaughter the Reapers.
And Adam.
At least I know Zoe is alive, and I now know that the Reapers definitely have her. What Gertie said about Adam being pissed about not being allowed to have a go at Zoe’scunt confuses the fuck out of me. The Reapers aren’t known to be fucking nice. I’ve spent sleepless night after sleepless night trying to push away images of what the Reapers could be doing to my princess. Especially since they are known for their love of a fuck train when they get a new piece of meat. So why hasn’t Adam been permitted to have a go at her?
Maybe because he’s still a prospect? Maybe they haven’t patched him in yet?
Fuck!
I don’t know, but what I do know is, he’s just become my number one target. He has a standing booking next month at the Sleep-Eazy Motel, and I made Loretta confirm the date with me, so if I haven’t found my princess before then, well, let’s just say, Adam isn’t going to get the fucking happy ending he’ll be hoping for.
Zoe
“Fuck, Zoe. Even like this, you feel fucking amazing,” Gunner groans.
My eyes are squeezed shut as I try to imagine doing anything but being here. The mascara and eyeliner I applied earlier is undoubtedly smudging, and I know I’ll have to correct it as soon as possible.
When Gunner showed me what other things he’d taken from the Kings’ clubhouse, some clothes and makeup, he made it clear he always wants me to look my best for him.
“I’m so close, Sugar. So fucking close.” He begins to move faster, tightening his grip on my ass cheeks as he thrusts his dick in the crevice.
Luckily, I’m on all fours so he can’t see my face—can’t see the revulsion written all over it as he chases a pleasure I don’t want to be the one giving him.
Gunner moves so he’s covering my back, and his mouth quickly finds my shoulder. The moment he comes, he bites down so hard I scream in pain. It fucking hurts.
“That’s it, Sugar. I love hearing you scream for me.”
I shudder, but keep my mouth shut. If my time with him has taught me anything, it’s that I need to say as little as possible, and don’t look at him unless I have to.
The first few days after Gunner rose from the fucking dead, he was somewhat normal, like the guy I thought I’dgotten to know, but then I had a dream about Gray and said his name. That’s when Gunner flipped a switch and has spent the last couple of weeks “training me” as he likes to put it, for our future together.
“I almost miss you fighting me,” Gunner rasps as he gets off me. He lies down on his back and pulls me with him.
“Do you?” I ask while I move onto my side, letting him hold me like I know he wants.
“I miss punishing you.” I suppress a shudder when he winks at me.
I fought him at first, and I have the bruises and teeth marks to prove it. But then came the point where self-preservation took over, and now I’m his obedient toy. When he wants to use my body to grind himself into an orgasm, I willingly bend over for him.
Though I hate every minute of his touch, I can endure it if it means I don’t have to return it. I know I’m living on borrowed time, and it’s only a matter of when he’ll want me to be a more active participant.
And when that time comes, I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to fight him, or if I’ll end up betraying what I had with Gray even more.
So, as sick as it is, I tell myself this is for the best.
“Do you know what day it is?” Gunner asks.
I peek up at him, and the look in his eyes tells me that it’s not something to be thrilled about. Well, he’s clearly excited, which can only mean it’s bad for me.
“No,” I say. He frowns, and I curse myself for not being more pliable. “Will you tell me, please?”
Adding a simple word like please might not seem like a big deal, but it’s causing me a lot of pain to tag it on when all I want to do is spit in his face.
“It’s exactly one week before Harvard starts.”
“That… but… are you sure?” My mind is spinning out of control, making it hard to believe what he’s saying. “How long have I been here?” I ask, not for the first time.
As the other times I’ve asked, Gunner just laughs and shakes his head. “That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
