Page 13 of Reaper

“Why are you being so cruel? What did I do to you?”

He gazes into my eyes, and stares at me deadpan.

“I’m not being cruel. This is the nice version of me. Living dead girl, this is as good as it gets.”

That might be more terrifying than spiders crawling on me. The one from my chest moves to my neck, and I’ve reached my breaking point.

“Do whatever you want to me, just put the goddamn spiders away. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Instead of putting the spiders away, he moves the one in his hand closer to my face.

“Convince me that you want to suck my cock.”

I lie through my teeth.

“I want to suck your cock, Nico. Please put them away, so I can wrap my lips around you.”

He arches an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Are you going to spit or swallow?”

“Swallow,” I answer quickly, “I want to taste your cum sliding down my throat.”

“Fuck,” he groans and puts the spiders back in the jar. He places them on the dresser beside what I’ve decided is eyeball liquid.

“I’m going to leave them here as a reminder for you.”

He stands to the side of the bed, and reaches back and pulls his black t-shirt over his head, before dropping it to the floor. His eyes never leave mine, as he unzips his jeans and removes them, along with his underwear and socks. Standing beside me, he strokes himself with a heated expression on his face. I hate that I even like his body. All his muscles on display should do nothing to me. If he wasn’t such a cruel asshole, I might even want him. But I don’t. I want no part of this. I just can’t handle spiders on my skin. As much as I hate this man, he’s my choice between bad and worse.

Climbing onto the bed, he places a leg on either side of my head, and once again strokes his cock, but this time he does it so my lips touch the tip.

“I want to be very clear, living dead girl. If you fucking bite me, you will become dead girl very quickly.”

It’s as if he read my mind, because there’s nothing I’d like to do more than bite down until he bleeds. I want to be cruel to him. If I ever get the chance, I will hurt him in a way he has never experienced before.

Moving back slightly, he yanks my bra down, exposing both of my breasts to him. He stares at me like he’s never seen them before.

“Beautiful,” he says, his voice coming out low and almost sounding mesmerized.

“They’re just tits.”

He shakes his head. “No part of you is just anything, Bella. All the others I killed easily. No second thoughts. I never wanted them this way. Only you. Open your mouth.”

“This would be far more pleasurable without chains.”

Reaper gazes down at me, with a smirk on his annoyingly perfect lips.

“If only I could trust you, which I can’t. Now open your fucking mouth.”

I part my lips, and he shoves his cock into my mouth, until the tip hits the back of my throat. He groans when I gag slightly, which tells me there will be no mercy with this blow job, not that I expected there would be. He places his hands on the wall above my head, and pulls out of my mouth most of the way before sliding back in.

“Suck,” he orders, so I hollow my cheeks and suck him, hoping I can hurt him with suction. It has the opposite effect, unfortunately.

He grunts loudly. “Fuck. Yes. Jesus Christ, baby. You suck me so well.”

I whimper as tears run down my face.

Pulling his hips back, he slams into my mouth with such force it nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. Nico comes down my throat, and I pretend to not notice how sexy he is when all of his muscles tense up, and extreme pleasure shows in his face. He looks different like this. Less monster, more man. That all goes away when I spot the eyeball tattoos on his shoulder, and remember what he plans to do to me.

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