Page 52 of Reaper

I nod my understanding.

“Like with me.”

He agrees, “Like with you. I wasn’t looking for someone, but then you were standing in front of me. You lifted your head, looked me in the eyes, and fuck, I was mesmerized.”

I giggle as I watch the road in front of us.

“Were you angry when I ran away?”

Reaching down, he grips my thigh, digging his fingers into my bare skin.

“No. I was hard as a fucking rock. Generally, fear paralyzes people and they can’t run, but you, fuck, that was hot. The way you took off when we thought you were dead. Silent as you made it through the leaves that should’ve crunched, and given you away. It fucking enthralled me. I knew I had to have you.”

He watches me as I undo my seatbelt, and questions me.

“Whatare you doing?”

Reaching over, I unbutton and unzip his jeans, with a slight smile on my face.

“Taking what I want.”

Sliding my hand into his boxers, I grip his cock in my hand and he groans.

“Fuck.”

I undo my seatbelt and move to my knees on the seat and take him out of his underwear, running my tongue up and down his length, before swirling it over the head, causing him to hiss through a clenched jaw.

I take him into my mouth, and suddenly the car stops moving.

“I pulled over so I can watch you.”

Placing his hands in my hair, he pulls it away from my face, as I move up and down on his cock. While I can’t see his face, I can feel his eyes on me, and it’s a powerful moment for me. Giving him what I never give a man. Not willingly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Jesus fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans as I deepthroat him.

Tears leak from my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I whimper around him.

Holding my head down, he lifts his hips and fucks my mouth, as he grunts his release.

“Fucking drink it, all of it.”

Of course, I do and lift my head when he releases me, and I stare at him while licking the small amount of cum that leaked onto my lips.

“Jesus, baby. You’re fucking everything.”

I sit back in my seat and re-fasten my seatbelt, as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips them up.

Nico grabs my hand and pulls it to his face, kissing my knuckles softly. He doesn’t let go as he pulls back out into traffic, and I might never want him to. The more time I spend with him like this, themore I fall. I’m sure any half qualified therapist would say I’m as nuts as he is, since I’m not trying to talk him out of killing someone tonight. I don’t want to though. I’m far more excited than I should be, to see him in a murderous rage. Will he be calm or will he be erratic? I can’t help but wonder if one person will be enough, or will Nico need more? What if we go on a murderous spree and can’t stop? How far can bloodlust go? The notion that I don’t want to do this, and only did it to be with Nico again, is long gone. The anticipation of watching him end a life makes it all clear. He’s right, I do want this, and I will do it again.

“Are you nervous? You look antsy.”

I shake my head. “Excited, not nervous.”

He chuckles softly as he turns into a parking lot.

“See. My fucking beautiful, living dead girl. I see you. And you’re fucking perfection.”

The words ‘I see you’ slam into my chest, because I’ve spent most of my life not being seen. The weird girl that doesn’t have friends, only acquaintances. Her own mother doesn’t like her. All mothers adore their daughters, so I’ve always known there was something wrong with me. I’m tired of trying to do what’s right, or what will make me loveable. I’m ready to be me, and if that includes snuffing out lives along the way, so be it.

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