Page 119 of Reaper's Claim

I took a steady breath in, finished the alcohol in my glass, and pushed my chair back.

I walked around him and then gestured for him to take my hand.

“Where are we going?” He glanced at my hand then back at me.

“To handle it.”

Standing there, I wasn’t sure if he was going to take it. He reached for the bottle first and then took my hand, linking our fingers together. I led him away.

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I turned the taps of my large en-suite shower and then adjusted the temperature. When Dad had the renovations done, he made sure that us girls got the best and largest ensuites. In fact, my en-suite matched the size of my large bedroom and walk-in wardrobe.

But right now the half drunk, barely standing Reaper wasn’t taking in the fine tiling and double-headed shower or the extremely impressive spa.

I slipped out of my heels and sighed. Taking the bottle from his hand, I placed it on the basin. It was like he was numb, or he just couldn’t give a fuck what happened to him right now.

I slowly removed his leather vest, which was covered with patches showing his commitment to this club. I respectfully folded it and placed it on basin next to the bottle. Then I unclipped his gun holsters, laying them beside the vest.

I unbuckled his belt, then let his bloody jeans fall to the ground. My fingers were coated in thick crimson blood as I lifted his shirt off, then dropped it to the floor.

The bloody clothes now lay in a pile.

Reaper still had his dog chain around his neck and boxers on. I swallowed sharply and lifted my arm. Slowly, I dragged the zip down, freeing me from the dress and leaving me standing in front of him in my strapless bra and see-through panties.

I reached for his hands, intertwining our fingers together while walking backward into the shower.

Right now I didn’t care about what had come between us, right now I only cared about this moment, and at this moment he needed me, more than he even knew.

The warm water sprayed across our bodies, and he gently pulled me into him until we were chest to chest.

Our hands separated, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up and guided my legs around his hips.

The steam encased us as our lips were naturally drawn to each others. The hot water washed away his drunken shadow, and he kissed me with more passion.

I placed my mouth to his ear. “Don’t hold back.”

I was giving him permission to fuck it out of his system, and he knew that was exactly what I meant by sayingdon’t hold back.

Chapter 51

Abby

Some of the best moments in life are ones where the reality has been twisted, and for those few beautiful tainted hours, reality has no place. The past, present, and future don't matter because you’re in this black hole, escaping the death grip of reality and all the consequences it brings, and sometimes it only takes a small thing to pull you back to reality.

I was warm.

Warmer than normal, and I kept my eyes closed, enjoying it. My body was bathed in this nice comfortable warmness. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the heavy tattooed arm wrapped around me answered why I was so warm.

I rolled over onto my back.

Reaper’s face was clear of an expression; he looked calm, peaceful. He didn’t look anything like the broken mess that he was last night.

Now reality was slowly coming back, but it wasn’t because of me. It was because of a buzzing phone.

I slipped out of his grasp and tiptoed to the bathroom. It didn’t take a second to realize it wasn’t my phone ringing, it was his. I pulled it out of the bloody jeans pocket and then wiped the blood on the towel before glancing at the caller ID.

Automatically, I dropped the phone when I saw the wordRoach.

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