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Yanking her up, I slammed our mouths together. Before she could lose herself to it, I bent her over the desk like I’d wanted to since I’d saved her from the bastard who touched what was mine. My shadows retreated begrudgingly, but I barely noticed their presence after I slid my cock back where it belonged.

Inside my little raven.

I told myself it was the last time. I promised I’d take her soul tomorrow. Her ass cheeks reverberated with every smack of my hips, and she moaned her appreciation after I’d pinned her face to the desk. As I relished the little moans and whimpers that slipped out of her pretty mouth, I couldn’t say with confidence that I’d surrender her to anyone.

She was mine.

Chapter Twelve

Asha

Igripped the sides of the desk with my cheek pressed into the glossy surface. My breath painted a streak of fog across the dark mahogany. Every thrust of his hips blasted electricpleasure through mine. My stomach clenched, my legs quivered, and my body quaked. I couldn’t express how otherworldly everything he did was. It justwas. Nothing would ever compare. He’d ruined me. No one would ever come close. The only word that made sense was perfect.

Shadows crept over the desk, back shortly after he’d sent them away. I watched them, helpless but secretly loving it. They snaked closer and slowly disappeared under my chest and stomach. Like it were his fingers roaming my sweat-saturated flesh, they teased my nipples to points and sought out my clit, the friction of them writhing with every thrust heavenly.

It was both absolute bliss and insane torture.

I gasped and tried to get away, but the hand holding my face down pressed harder and kept me firmly in place, so all I could do was curse and thrash every time the explosive sensations rushed straight to the building tension between my hips.

A pleased growl rumbled from the man behind me before his hips smacked into my ass a few more times. His chest fused with my back when he bent over to torment my ear with his teeth and tongue. “That’s a good girl. There’s no running from me or my shadows, little raven. Not today, anyway.”

Thanatos made good on his promise earlier. He pounded into me without mercy like he had the night before. Like we didn’t have time for slow and sensual. All the gentle but dominant killer could give me was rough and unhinged. But holy hell did he give it.

Not sure what I expected from a supernatural monster capable of taking souls, but wild grunts and hissing curses hadn’t been it. For some reason, I didn’t think someone like him would be overcome by the same things we mere mortals were. A supernatural badass capable of controlling shadows and tearing apart men with his bare hands wouldn’t lose control, right?

But he did.

The madness of his hips slapping into my backside and the way his hand clenched around my throat told a story of someone unraveling. Someone feral and wild with absolutely no fucks to give for what anyone else thought about it. Like me, he’d given himself over to whatever this thing between us was, and now I’d be fucked an inch within my life.

If anyone could kill me with sex, it was Death.

“You feel so fucking good, little raven. Like you were made just for me,” he whispered huskily into my ear, his hips hitting into me several more times to make his point. “Wet and tight like you never want to let my cock go. It’s any wonder how I manage to do anything else but fuck you.”

The way his pierced length rubbed and grinded all the right spots made it impossible for me to stay quiet. I cursed and gasped his name. I clawed at the glossy wood, trying to escape the amazing but powerful sensations, but the large hands on my hips kept driving me back on his massive shaft over and over, making it impossible to flee the pleasure he was giving me.

Despite having several orgasms already, Thanatos never stopped or gave me reprieve. Just drove his cock back inside and tormented my painfully sensitive body no matter how much I suffered and tried to smother my moans.

“Oh, go—”

His hand closed over my mouth, silencing the cry before I could finish making it. I’d nearly forgotten how frustrated the killer got when I’d uttered the name that meant nothing and something all at the same time. It made me wonder if God was real now that it was clear Death was.

Thanatos slammed into me again as if he’d heard my mind wander away from the unfathomable sensation plowing through my body. His thrusts sped up and the hard wood ledge cut into my thighs. I’d be bruised by tomorrow, but fuck did it feel good.Totally worth it for this girl who’d unlocked some new kinks in the process.

When the tension between my hips reached another breaking point and I arched back, the growling killer grabbed me around the throat and waist and fucked me like he was worried we wouldn’t finish. But he came quickly after another blissful wave took me. Liquid poured down my thighs. It was another reminder that even if he was a supernatural beast, Thanatos was still just a man—a slave to his desires.

Before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly dressed with the supernatural bad boy whispering next to my ear, his hand on my hip because my legs were wobbly and unstable at best, “We’ll finish what we started later, little raven. Unfortunately, that bastard decided today would be a good day to do his fucking job.”

Wait, what? Who?

I couldn’t gather my thoughts. I was pleasurably numb everywhere and my head was in a daze. I might be dressed, but I was covered in sweat with my skin still a vibrant hue of red. I sucked in a shaky breath as the door clicked open and Mark walked in looking equal parts bored and annoyed.

The asshole was lanky but worked out, so his suits always cut a nice shape on him. Which meant nothing when your face was as bland and as forgettable as they came. No amount of plastic surgery could save him. So, the asshole always made up for it by showing his wealth in everything he wore. Top of the line. Name brand. The latest fashion and accessories. He never wore the same suit. Never the same shoes. It was like he had an endless supply of them. As if he’d hit a shop before going anywhere every damn day of his life.

Must be nice.

My boss’s eyes glided over to the two of us, confused at first before he straightened like he did around his father andgrandfather. “Mr. Muerte! I didn’t expect you until later this week. Did…uh, did Ms. Bailey show you in?”

Mr. Muerte? A little on the nose for those of us who knew a little Spanish. Wonder if he did that on purpose? Wait, of course he did. I’d picked up on Thanatos’s dark sense of humor since he’d upended my entire life and believed reality. It seemed like something he’d do to fuck around with Mark, who did not, in fact, speak a lick of Spanish. Nor would he ever bother. He fashioned his toxic white masculinity with every suit he donned.

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