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“I love you, Nico, and it changes nothing for me. Although, I think we should kill your uncle.”

He chuckles through his tears.

“My father sent him away, and then declared it would be a secret. I never saw him again. I don’t know for sure if he’s alive.”

“Your brothers don’t know?”

“No,” he answers flatly.

Running my fingers through his hair, I kiss his forehead softly and he moans lightly, clearly appreciating my touch.

“Would Bones know?”

He clenches his jaw and bites.

“Bella, don’t. Yes, he probably knows where he is, and no, we aren’t going to ask him. He doesn’t know, and he isn’t going to. The only reason I didn’t kill the asshole myself is because I’m too fucking weak. I can’t stomach being in the room with him long enough to end his pathetic life, so let it go. This isn’t why I told you.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Tell me what I can do for you. What do you need, Nico?”

“You,” he growls, and grabs my shoulders and throws me down onto the couch.

Lifting my skirt, he cups my pussy and groans.

“This sweet little spot is the cure for whatever ails me. So, I’m going to fuck you, and then we’re going to go deal with my annoying brother.”

He places a hand beside my head on the couch, and unzips his jeans with his free one. With a sexy, gravelly groan, he pushes inside me.

I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, pulling his delicious weight on top of me. Lifting his head, he slides his hand around my throat, and I whimper softly.

“Squeeze.”

With a smirk on his sinful lips, he does as I ask and restricts my breathing, which intensifies everything.

It becomes too much and I claw at his hand, but he doesn’t stop squeezing.

“Trust me, living dead girl. I could take your life away, but I won’t, because you fucking give me life.”

He stares into my eyes, and when he finally releases his hold on my burning throat, my orgasm slams into me, and I’m a screaming, crying, gasping mess.

Licking at my tears, he groans, “Beautiful. I once thought I wanted to watch you die, but bringing you close, over and over again, is fucking mesmerizing.”

I reach my hand up and place it around his throat, and his eyes darken in response.

“That’s right, living dead girl. Take everything from me.”

He doesn’t slow down as I squeeze, instead, he speeds up his thrusts at a vicious pace. I let go, and his head falls into my neck while he breathes hard against my skin, followed by a low throaty growl when he comes.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

REAPER

After I turned us over on the couch and had her on top of me, she fell asleep. I watched her for a long time before I joined her. Bella’s warmth does that to me, frequently. She gives me peace unlike anything I’ve ever known. I wake to my phone ringing, and am immediately annoyed at whoever the fuck dares to interrupt my content state.

Grabbing it from my pocket, I groan when I see ‘Bones’ flash across the screen, as well as the time in the left corner. Fuck.

“Hey, asshole,” he says when I answer.

“What, dickhead?” I respond, and his annoyance clearly trumps mine.

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