Page 58 of Reaper & the Lioness
“Prepare to be impressed.”
He grinned. “If you’re so confident, let’s set another wager.”
“Absolutely. I’ll win this time.”
After years of training with my dad and his crew, I had exceptional aim. The shooting range had become my sanctuary as a teenager. It served as a haven where I could channel my focus and unleash my inner badass. While I may have presented myself as a polished PR professional, I had more than a few tricks up my sleeve—skills that would serve a purpose now that I found myself entrenched in the Mavericks’ world.
Reaper raised a brow at my expression. I smirked as his eyes darkened, a slow smile spreading across his face. Without warning, he grabbed my hand, his grip firm but gentle.
“Come with me.”
My heart raced as he led me through the hallway, past familiar rooms, until we reached a door I’d never noticed. He pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and pressed me in.
My eyes crossed the clean room. Weapons hung on the wall, and a desk with two large filing cabinets sat tucked in the corner. A sofa rested on the other side of the room beside a small safe.
The door’s lock clicked behind me before Reaper pulled me close, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.
“Lioness,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “I need you.”
I shivered at his words, heat pooling in my core as I felt his hard cock press against me.
“Did watching me cut up a prospect turn you on?” I asked with a breathy laugh.
“Watching my woman take control turns me on.”
I raised a brow. “Then I’m taking control tonight. Sit.”
He smirked at my commanding tone but made no move to sit.
I pushed him back roughly until his calves hit the sofa and stared into his eyes as I unzipped his jeans. I slid them to the floor, along with his boxers, before pushing him back.
I knelt before him, taking my tongue and running it up the underside of his cock. He hissed, and I lifted my gaze, giving him a feral grin. I had never felt such power and desire.
I gathered my long hair and piled it at the top of my head. “Hold here so this stays out of my face,” I ordered.
Reaper’s palm gripped my hair, and he shivered as I continued to stroke him with my hand, not breaking eye contact as my tongue swept across the tip of his cock. I slid him between my lips and let a small moan release from the back of my throat, sending a vibration that caused his breath to hitch again. I continued to stroke, using my hands and my mouth, upping the tempo until I could feel his orgasm building, the head of his cock growing in my mouth. His grip tightened in my hair as he leaned his head back, letting out a shuddering groan as I sent him over the edge.
“Fuck me,” he swore as his saltiness filled my mouth.
I swallowed and grinned up at him. “Maybe I should take control more often.”
He pulled me up, shifting my skirt above my hips so I could straddle him. His hand brushed against me, and he gave me a wicked grin. “No panties?”
“I didn’t think we’d make it through the night without fucking. Figured this would make it easier.”
He kissed me, gripping my ass. “Just when I think I couldn’t want you more.” When he slipped his fingers against me, I could feel my wetness.
“Oh, Lioness. So ready every time I touch you,” he said, strumming his thumb against my clit. I began kissing his neck, moaning with every stroke of his fingers. He hardened beneath me again.
I ground my hips into him, his hard cock at my slick entrance. I pushed down and paused, gazing into his eyes.
“I’m falling so hard for you,” he said. “I would give you anything you asked for. Anything.”
I smirked as my movement took away his ability to form a coherent thought. “All I want is you.”
I continued to drive my hips against him and buried my face in his neck as our pace quickened. A wave of pure sensation crashed through me, triggering his own release as my muscles clenched around him.
“Lioness,” he groaned into my ear. “You are mine.”
