Page 15 of Reaper

“You are not in control of anything. If you die, I decide when it’s time, not you. Stop fucking begging me to kill you, because I’m not going to let you go until I’m ready to do so.”

I keep my hand on her throat, but I’m not taking her air, as much as the urge is there.

“If I could go back in time, I would poison your coffee.”

Lowering my head, I bite her bottom lip, causing her to whimper.

“You would poison me, baby?”

“In a fucking heartbeat,” she says, with a glare that makes my dick hard all over again. Sliding my hand into her hair, I wrap it around my fist and pull, until she cries out.

“That’s unfortunate for you. You will never get the chance again.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She sobs loudly.

“Because I can. You are mine. I own you now. It doesn’t matter how loud you cry. If I want to fuck you, I will. If I want to decorate you with goddamn spiders, I will. If I want to lead you around on a collar and leash, I will. Any free will you once had is gone.”

She spits on my face and screams at me. “I fucking hate you.”

I wrap my hand around her throat again, and squeeze lightly. The way her pulse pounds against my hand nearly drives me insane.

“Lick it up.”

She narrows her gaze, so I squeeze her throat tighter, and she sticks her tongue out. I lower my head, so she can get it all.

Letting go of her throat, I say, “Now it’s time for you to be punished.”

“No spiders,” she sobs so loud it almost breaks my heart.

Then I remember I don’t fucking have one. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to snuff out lives as easily as I do.

I get off the bed and grab my hunting knife. Holding it pointed at her, I ask her a simple question.

“Who’s in charge here, living dead girl?”

All I get from her is a glare, that causes a thrill to run through my body. She’s a fighter, just like I wanted her to be. I don’t want a limp body that won’t push me. Even so, if she doesn’t behave, she will be punished.

“I suggest you answer my question.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she nearly growls, “You are, dickhead.”

Jesus Christ. If she were any more perfect for me, I might start believing in God.

Gripping the center of her bra in my hand, I pull it away from her body, and cut down the center, finally exposing her entire stunning set of tits to me.

I grab the top of her skirt and do the same.

“You don’t know much about me, baby, but I have these urges and they are difficult to control. Sometimes impossible. Right now, I want to cut you so bad it hurts. I generally prefer what they call a silent kill. There’s no blood, but I can’t stop wondering what yours would look like. Taste like.”

Her eyes widen in response, as more tears fall from her flawless eyes.

“Please, Nico. I’m sorry. Please don’t cut me.”

Pulling her panties away from her skin, I take the knife and cut them off.

“I’ll tell you what. If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll do my best to control the urge to make you bleed.”

Her trembling naked body is a fucking wet dream. I’ve seen naked women before, but nothing like this.

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