Page 101 of The Reaper's Vice

“Fuck.” I grab my hardening cock, taking my lip between my teeth as I stare down at Seraphina spread and dripping for me. “Fuck. How long is your lunch break?”

Her lips tip in a sinful grin. “Does it matter?”

As I shove my cock deep inside her once more, I realize it doesn’t.

Not at fucking all.

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SERAPHINA

“THE SECRET LOCKER”

1 week later…

I bring my forefingers to my temples, pressing down to try to stave away the headache that’s been trying to push forward all day. I’ve barely slept all week—something that’s not normal for me now that I have Orion—but it’s for a good cause, so I have no room to complain.

Over the past few days, Orion, Ghost, Brett, and I have been working tirelessly to shut down the trafficking rings run by the Sanctum. By now, we’ve stopped the import and distribution of X, but finding and stopping all the organizations running the child trafficking have been harder to stop. Every hour, every minute that goes by, children are being abused in this city—and I can’t rest until I stop it.

The sound of footsteps draws my attention to the doorway, and I’m met with Dorian’s worried hazel gaze. “You okay, boss?”

I nod tersely, dropping my hands from my head and giving him a bright smile. Dorian is head of the Reapers, and one of my trusted Masks. He and Ezra—the newest Phantom—are truly integral in bringing down the evil in the city. From their knowledge of the criminal organizations, to their top-notch information-acquiring skills, they’re truly irreplaceable.

“I’m okay. Just a little headache—how’s the melting process?”

“It’s going… slower than expected.” Dorian shakes his head, tossing his dark red hair from side to side. “Most of their gold had already been incorporated into other materials… wallpaper, flooring, pillars… so we’re having to separate it before we melt any of the gold down.”

“I was afraid of that.” I blow out a breath, my mind whirling. One of the first things I had the Masks do when I took charge was melt down all the gold the Sanctum had hoarded. With this, we’ll be able to pay for infrastructure and care for all the children we eventually save.

But we have to be able to melt it first.

“How much longer do you think?” I ask, staring at a spot on the wall just past his shoulder.

He shrugs. “Don’t know. Me and the other Masks are having a meeting later to go over different tactics.” Noticing the expression on my face, he clears his throat, drawing my attention back to his face. “We’ll figure it out, Seraphina. I promise.”

“Thanks, Dorian.” I force a smile onto my face. “Is there something you needed?”

He shakes his head. “Orion asked me to come and check on you.” His expression turns into a sheepish one. “He also told me to tell you… to get some sleep.”

I raise a brow, watching with amusement as Dorian all but cowers under my gaze. “That’s a good idea.”

He lets out a breath of relief. “Okay, good… I’ll talk to you later, boss.”

When Dorian leaves, I sit back in my chair with a heavy sigh. I gaze around my office, my eyes catching on the little black duck sitting square in the middle of the shelf, at the small silver urn that rests next to it, holding Vee’s ashes. My hands find my desk drawer, and I pull it open, staring straight down at the silver storage locker key.

What do you open?I pull it out, twirling the little key between my fingers, watching as the light catches and bounces off the slight grooves in the metal. When I first found it, the pain of losing Vee was too raw—I didn’t even want to think about the thing.

But now… now, I have to know. I have toseewhat’s in that locker.

I’m running out of my office before I realize what I’m doing. Halfway down the hall, I run smack into Orion, nearly falling on my ass from the force. Orion reaches out, steadying me with strong arms, an amused smirk spread across his handsome face.

“Where’s my little dove flying off to now?” He reaches a hand up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “And will you allow me to accompany you?”

My pulse spikes as I gaze into his bright blue eyes, a warm feeling spreading from my chest to my fingertips. “Of course.” I press up on my toes to place a chaste kiss against his lips. “I would love that.”

He grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Lead the way, beautiful.”

We exit the Sanctum headquarters, the chill spring air nipping at my exposed skin, drawing goose bumps to the surface. Orion runs his hand up and down my back, giving me some much-needed warmth as I lead him toward his dark blue truck parked off to the side.

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