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“Filthy fucking slut. You weren’t supposed to come, but this pussy is ravenous and can’t control itself.”

He hits me again and again, each time harder than the one before. I’m a whimpering, sobbing mess, but not because he’s really hurting me, but because even though I don’t want to be, I’m turned on. He’s going to figure out how wet I am, and it’s only going to, once again, give him what he wants.

Pushing into me, he groans loudly.

“Fucking drenched. I don’t care what you say, living dead girl. It’s clear you want me to fuck you. You love being my whore.”

I whimper as he leans over me and grabs the back of my neck, and holds my face down onto the mattress. He fucks me at a punishing pace while he pins me, so I can’t move. All I can do is take what he gives me, and it’s clear that he enjoys it. Gripping my neck in one hand, and my hip with his other, he slams into me repeatedly.

“Fuck, yes. I’m not going to kill you, baby. I’m going to keep you until I’m done using you, and then I’ll end your life. Until I’ve had my fill of this pussy, you’ll stay right here. It’s not so bad though, is it? You love me using this beautiful body to get myself off. My pretty little fuck doll.”

I hate myself so much. His words should make me sick to my stomach, not make me moan with pleasure. Instead of being bone dry like I should be, I scream out in an orgasm as he grunts his release inside me.

Pulling out of me, he moves to the head of the bed and plops down onto his back.

“Get over here.”

He holds me against his chest, in what could look like a tender moment, but it’s not. Through heavy breaths, he asks, “Did you decide between the knife and spiders?”

“No,” I whisper, “Are you doing it now?”

Chuckling, Nico says, “No. We’ll wait a bit. After all, the anticipation is the best part. I need a few hours of sleep before I meet with my brother.”

I try to stay awake, so I can go to the foot of the bed and get the knife, and kill him while he sleeps, but once again my body betrays me at every turn. The warmth of his body pulls me into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER TWELVE

REAPER

I wake up with the girl who hates me wrapped around me, like she never wants to let me go. The chain from her arm digs into my side, but it’s worth every ounce of pain, as I stare at her beautiful face, asleep and peaceful. If she could see herself now, she’d be so pissed at herself. I want to fuck her again and I would, asleep or not, but I have to see my brother. Bones was already agitated when I spoke with him on the phone. I could hear it, but now that he probably knows I killed the Abruzzo family’s pride and joy, he’s going to be downright pissed off. I can already hear him bitching at me.

Reaper, why are you always making messes I have to clean up?

Bella moans in her sleep, and any control I had snaps like a fine thread. Gently, I roll her to her back and climb over her. After nudging her thighs apart, I sink inside her, holding back my grunt so I don’t wake her up. I don’t know if all women feel like this, since I’ve never fucked anybody other than her, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to how she feels on the inside.

I rock into her, and she moans in her sleep for me again. Without taking my eyes from her, I pick up my pace to get myself off. Her pussy squeezes my dick as she moves her arm and pinches her nipple as she cries out in orgasm. Fucking beautiful. Her eyes pop open, and the look of pure pleasure is replaced with one of anger, which is just as stunning.

“Look at you, living dead girl. Your pussy loves this dick, even when you’re not awake.”

“Have you no boundaries, Nico?”

Changing my angle slightly, I fuck her harder, hitting her clit with my pelvis on every thrust, and I nearly laugh at her needy littlewhimpers. She wants to hate this so much, but she doesn’t. I press my body against hers, but not putting my weight on her, and kiss and bite her neck.

“You were wrapped around me like the needy little slut you are. I had to have you before I left.”

Every time I bite her neck, she whimpers, but then it turns to a moan when I lick the pain away.I tug on her ear gently, as I pull out and push back inside her pussy. I speak low, directly into her ear.

“Everything does not need to be a fight, Bella. We both know I make you feel good. You don’t have to love me, or even like me, for me to make you come.”

She sobs underneath me, and her chest shakes against mine, and it should make me stop, but it doesn’t.

“I didn’t want any of this. You think you’re entitled to sex without consent, and even to take someone’s life away. You’re not. This is wrong. And I’ll never forgive you for doing this to me.”

Supporting myself with my hand on the mattress beside her head, I stare into her teary eyes.

“I know I’m the villain in your story. I’m a monster, the bad guy. Probably the worst man you ever met. But I don’t care. I couldn’t not fuck you, even when you begged me not to touch you. Now that I’ve had you, I’ll never get enough.”

“You make me sick.”

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