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“Because you’re an asshole who likes to hurt me?”

I chuckle, while digging my fingers into the ‘n’ and the ‘o’.

“I am an asshole, and yes, I like to hurt you, but that’s not why, baby. I did this because I wanted you to always know who owns you. I’ll never kill you, because I can’t fucking live without you. Instead, I’ll keep you forever. My perfect little pet.”

Glaring at me from over her shoulder, she bites, “And who owns you, Reaper?”

I grin at her.

“Reaper?”

Through clenched teeth, she says, “When I’m mad at you, from now on, it’s Reaper.”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip. Fuck, I like her like this. Angry Bella is sexy as fuck.

Drawing my hand back, I smack her naked ass hard, causing her to yelp.

“It’s fucking Nico. Don’t let me hear you call me anything else, unless you prefer Master. To answer your question,youown me, living dead girl. You have since the first fucking moment I saw you. Now that I have seen what you’re capable of, everything is clear as day. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Then I should carve my name into your skin,” she growls, in a pretty fucking voice that makes my cock throb, and shreds my control.

“Any fucking time, baby.”

I pull my pants down and line my cock up with her beautiful pussy, and push inside her with a groan. Grabbing her hips, I pull out of her most of the way, before jack-hammering her. Her hands grip on the metal fence surrounding the fountain, and water splashes on her as I fuck her while she moans for me. All her anger is gone as she cries for me.

“Nico!”

“Good fucking girl. Give me everything.”

“Goddamn it, Nico,” she complains, and I’m thoroughly confused.

“What, baby?”

“Fucking choke me,” she screams at me.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide my hand up her back to her neck, and then around her throat.

“Perfect fucking slut,” I say as I squeeze slightly, while I move in and out of her drenched pussy. Her whimpers vibrate against my palm, as her cunt clenches down on my cock like it never wants to let me go.

“Good girl,” I growl as she trembles beneath me, giving me the one thing I crave most.

Her orgasm.

Even when she was fighting this thing between us, she always came, and I somehow got addicted to it. Like any other man, I enjoy my own orgasms, but hers are what drive me insane. Watching her unravel for me, even if she doesn’t want to, is a high no other drug could compete with. We all have our own things we get off from. For some people, it’s alcohol or drugs. Most of my life that high came from killing people, but now it’s her. I’m not going soft. I’ll still end lives, but she’ll be with me, and after we’re done, I’ll fuck her relentlessly while I restrict her breathing. If I could have scripted my own life, it would’ve never been this good.

I squeeze her throat a little tighter, and she whimpers helplessly as I pound her into another orgasm. Releasing her throat, she gasps as I grip onto her ass on either side, and grunt as I finish inside her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

BELLA

I gaze at him with a questioning expression as he pulls my panties back up, and he chuckles in response.

“I’m a gentleman, living dead girl.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I say, “I think that’s up for debate.”

He hoists me over his shoulder and carries me inside the house.

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