Page 57 of Reaper

It never even occurred to me until tonight. Of course, I want her to be my wife. Isn’t that what you do, when you’re so fucking consumed by someone that you can’t bear to be away from them for five damn seconds?

Dragging my thumb over her lips, I say, “You’re the missing piece to my lonely black soul, so yes, that’s what I’m saying. Marry me, and take away the pain.”

Placing her bloody hands on my face, she stands on her toes and smiles softly.

“I’ll marry you, Nico.”

Sliding my hands to her head, I hold her firmly and tilt her head to the side, and kiss her like I’m going to devour her, and I’ve considered it. It’s quick but aggressive. Pulling back, I order her, “Turn around, face the bar.”

As always, when her ass is facing me, I dig my fingers into the letters spelling my name. This was something I decided, and simply did without putting much thought into it, but I don’t regret it. Every time I see it, my heart fucking pounds.

I slide my hands up to her hips.

“I’m going to lift you, and you’re going to hold on to the other side of the bar. Do not let go.”

I pick her up and she does as she’s told. Grabbing her thighs, I spread them and am instantly rewarded with the scent of her arousal. The smell that is only for me.

Standing behind her, I push into her with one hard thrust. I hold her legs in a bruising grip, she looks like she’s flying, as I fuck her harder than I ever have.

Every little whimper is just for me.

Every scream is just for me.

Every fucking orgasm is for me.

The way she begs for more, she only does for me.

“Nico!” she screams as her upper body arches off the bar, and her pussy clenches down on my cock.

“Bend your legs and let go of the bar.”

She does, and I pull out of her and turn her to her back, so I can see her beautiful face. With a smirk, I say, “Much better.”

Pushing back into her, I groan at how fucking drenched she is. I fuck her as hard as I did before, but this time it threatens to take me apart over and over. She is so stunning on her back for me, her bra around her waist, and tits bouncing with every thrust. It’s all perfect, but then she raises herself, places her elbows on the bar and stares at me, while I grip her thighs and pull back and push my hips forward, slamming into her. A dead girl’s blood on her face shouldn’t do to me what it does. My beautiful living dead girl looks feral for me, and I’ll never not like it.

“Nico,” she cries, as her head hangs over the side of the bar, and I lose myself in her. Holding her thighs tight, my abs tighten as I fill her with my cum, with a grunt.

“Sit up,” I say, still breathing heavily, and wrap my arms around her and carry her to the shower on the other side of the room. My cock slips out of her as I set her on the floor, and start the shower. It’s a much smaller space than the one in my house, but we’ll make it work.

“What do we do with the dead people?”

I pull her under the water with me, and tilt her head back and wash the blood from her face.

“After we’re done here, I’ll call my brother and have him send someone to deal with it.”

Is he going to be happy? Fuck no. I could easily take them to the graveyard and bury them there, but if he wants me to work for the family, he’s going to pay the price. And this is part of it.

I wash her body, but her hands and arms bear the worst of it. Did she surprise me by wanting blood? Absolutely, but it was fucking magnificent. I told her to let the darkness in, and she did. Fuck, did she ever.

“Do you want kids?” she asks as I hold her in my arms, and the water falls over us.

I chuckle softly, because the idea of us having kids sounds ridiculous to me.

“You want a couple of tiny unhinged lunatics running around, baby?”

Between the two of us, I imagine they’d have to turn out to be at least as evil as we are. I don’t think it’d be possible for them to be normal, and if they were, that’d really suck. Normal is boring.

“Maybe at some point, but not now.”

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