Page 17 of Reaper

I know he thinks he’s funny, but he’s wrong. He’s fucking infuriating. Whatever serial killer is alive, I hope they come and end his life in the most painful way possible. Or maybe he’ll walk outside someday soon, and a giant boulder will fall on his head.

He pushes his tongue inside me with a groan before he swirls it around. I buck my hips as he fucks me with it, and try to stop, but I can’t. Grabbing his head by his hair, I try to pull him off me, but I can’t. This shouldn’t feel good, not with him. Looking down and seeing his face between my legs should repulse me. So why does it turn me on? Someone needs to remind my needy pussy that we hate him. He pulls his tongue back, and growls as he looks up at my face.

“Fuck. You taste incredible.”

I roll my eyes and say, “I’m glad you’re done.”

Reaper chuckles softly.

“Not even close. This pussy has become my greatest obsession, and I may never finish drinking from it.”

He runs his hands up the inside of my legs and digs his fingers into my skin.

“You will learn to like this.”

A groan escapes from his chest as he takes a long swipe up my slit. I really wish it didn’t feel like it does. I have two very good reasons not to orgasm, and I know the second he swirls his tongue over my clit that I’m done.

“Goddamn it, Nico!”

I’m frustrated because he was a fucking virgin, and he should not know how to use his tongue the way he does, unless he has experience.Think about spiders and knives, Bella.

Closing my eyes, I imagine hundreds of spiders crawling all over me.

He bites my clit hard, causing me to scream at him.

“Motherfucker!”

“Your eyes belong on me. Watch me eat your pretty pussy.”

Lots of guys go down on women. In my experience it’s to get whatever they want. Sex or a blow job. Not Nico. He licks me like he’s going to literally devour me. As if there’s nothing in the world he wants more. And we both know he doesn’t have to do it to get what he wants, because he’ll just take it anyway.

Placing his lips around my clit, he sucks it into his mouth, and I lose my mind. For a moment, I succumb to the pleasure, and forget how much I hate him, and what the consequences for this will be. The chain rattles as I move my hand to his hair and pull. The sound takes me back to the here and now, but it’s too late. My body gives him exactly what he wants.

I scream out in pleasure, eliciting a groan from him that rumbles through my entire body. Pulling his hair harder as I tremble from head to toe, I scream at him.

“I fucking hate you.”

He chuckles as he pulls away from my pussy.

“Haven’t you heard, living dead girl? There’s a fine line between love and hate.”

Glaring at him, I say, “I may not be able to control my pathetic body, but I can control my heart. You can force me to orgasm, but Iwill never love you. Hell, I won’t ever even like you, you sadistic piece of shit.”

Reaper grabs my hips, and flips me to my stomach.

“On your knees.”

He squeezes my ass so hard it’s painful.

“Words hurt, baby. You aren’t being very nice to me.”

“I doubt you have any feelings.”

Stroking his fingers down my ass, he speaks so low I’m not sure I’m intended to hear it, but I do.

“That’s what people think. Reaper is a psychotic asshole who feels nothing, but they are wrong. I fucking feel everything. Especially pain. There is no greater pain than going through life and never fitting in. It doesn’t matter where you go, you’re always out of place. It’s a miserable existence.”

Just as I begin to feel an ounce of anything other than hatred toward him, he smacks my ass hard. I yelp from the sting.

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