Page 109 of The Reaper's Vice

Once they trilled a gentle song,

But in the dark, their calls feel wrong.

‘O wide-eyed lovers, don’t you roam,

For the doves have found their rightful home?—

Another snap. A smile spread across my face. I stalk toward the direction of that sound, picking up the tune where I left off.

In the night, little doves take flight,

Silver wings shining in moonlight

Once they trilled a gentle song,

Now a warning as shadows grow long.

‘O wide-eyed lovers, don’t you roam,

For the devil has taken his rightful throne.

I stop in front of a bush, the shining leaves glowing red with the light of my eyes. A menacing chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I take a deep inhale, focusing on anything other than the musky scent of leather. And surely—but faintly—there it is.

I can smell her.

I take another step toward the bush, my hand sliding to the dagger at my hip as I hum the last verse.

Little doves with wings of ghostly gray,

They sit from their perch—watch the living fade away.

Wide-eyed lovers, when the doves begin to sigh,

It’s time to say your last goodbye.

The tune comes to a halt—only for my deep, rumbling voice to fill the air. And I only say one word.

“Run.”

The bush vibrates violently as Seraphina throws herself from her hiding spot, a high-pitched squeal filling the night air as she takes off into the mouth of the forest. My veins hum with electricity as I take off after her, my blood pumping fast and hot and straight to my cock.

A loud snap rigs out, followed by a surprised grunt, and I know Seraphina has run straight into my trip wire. I’ve been herding her toward this particular spot all night, hoping that she’d fall prey to my trap.And now she has.

Now, she’smine.

I crash through the brush, my smile widening as I take in Seraphina’s body spread along the ground. Her movements are feverish as she tries to untangle herself from the fishing line, but she freezes as a stick crunches under my foot. Her golden eyes shine under the light of the moon, peeking out through the shadows like two stunning beacons of light.A light I’m dying to snuff out.

I take another deep breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “I can fucking smell you from here, little dove. Dripping, desperate for my cock.”

I shoot forward, crawling on top of her and pinning her arms to the dirt. Her lip curls back in a snarl as she fights against me, though all it does is cover her skin with thick clumps of sand. I lean down, nuzzling the side of my mask against her face as I whisper into her ear. “Why is it you only get this wet when you’re being chased? Hmm?”

I cross her wrists above her head, pinning her with one hand as the over moves to cover her throat. I apply gentle pressure that increases by the second, my cock throbbing at the rasping breath she tries to take. “Could it be because you’re sick? Because you’re deranged, just like me?” I take a deep breath, inhaling her fear like a drug. “Or is it because you’re still that dirty little slut I found a year ago? The one who craves violence, craves pain?” I release her throat, smirking as she takes in a gasping breath. “The one who just wants to be chased and fucked by a stranger in a mask?”

Seraphina’s eyes go wide as I reach down, ripping her shorts away with one clean movement. I pull my cock from my pants, positioning the head at her entrance as her muscles spasm into the dirt.

“Do what you were made to do, Seraphina. Take my fucking cock.”

I thrust forward, slamming my cock all the way inside her dripping cunt. She arches back with a scream of pleasure as I take her, as I ravage her body and make every part of her mine. I lean down to her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth and biting down hard enough to draw blood.

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