Page 18 of Fear the Reapers
Based on the blood pooling on the bandage, the wound was fresh. My brothers and I were the only ones allowed to fucking touch her. Whoever he was, he was a dead man.
She met my question with silence, but she knew what the fuck I was talking about. The moment her fingers grazed the bandage, her entire body froze. Neither of my brothers would have harmed her so soon. That narrowed the suspects down to the assholes we employed.
“Answer him.” Cyrus bit out, both of our eyes locked on her now trembling form.
“No one.” She mumbled, her back still to us.
Gritting my teeth, I charged towards her. I’d had enough of her fucking games and she was going to speak up whether she liked it or not. Tris could easily check the footage to find out who did it, but this was a game of wills and our new pet needed to be house-broken.
Cyrus, seeing my approach, moved to block her from my wrath, but I shoved him out of the way. Strength-wise we’re evenly matched, but he knows my cruelty knew no bounds, even with my own flesh and blood. I gave him one last warning glare.Stay out of this.
Once he recognized the look of death in my eyes, he knew that there was no point in trying to fight. Our girl had sealed her fate.
He stepped aside, the look of defeat written all over his face. Without him in my way, my thoughts centered on one thing and one thing only. Making her break.
I told myself that the anger rolling through me had everything to do with her defiance and nothing to do with the fact that somebody hurt her. She was nothing to me, nothing to any of us, just a toy and a symbol of our ruthlessness.
Standing mere inches behind her, I offered her one last chance to change her destiny.
“Give me a name.” I hissed, my furious breath cascading across the nape of her neck.
“No.” She responded, jutting her chin out further.
My hand tightly wrapped around her throat, as if it had a mind of its own. Not enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to give her the fucking message. We were dangerous men, and this little defiance act of hers wouldn’t get her anywhere.
“Sure about that, Angel?” I taunted as I pressed my body against hers. “It would be a shame to lose your life over such a tiny request.”
I could feel the muscles in her throat struggling to pull in gasps of air and hear the steady thrum of her pulse as fear crept into her thoughts.Good, be fucking terrified.
From my vantage point, I could see her milky breasts rising and falling with each labored breath she took. The feel of her trembling body writhing against mine went straight to my cock and before I knew it, its rigid length had pressed firmly against her soft ass.
I expected her to cower. To break into tears and beg for forgiveness. What I got instead was anything but. Her head lolled back to rest against my chest and instead of squirming away from my cock, she pressed her ass into it even harder. Almost painfully so.
She grabbed my free hand and placed it on the zipper of her black corset top, and guided it down, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a heap.
Too thrown off by her behavior to continue, I released her throat and attempted to pull away, but she wasn’t done yet. She grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her firm tits, encouraging me to squeeze and massage her heavy breast. Not one to resist temptation, I flicked my thumb against her pebbling nipple and grinned, feeling her body convulse against me. My other hand reached up to grab her jaw and force her to face me. I wanted to see that angelic face of hers react to what I was doing. But before I could latch onto it, she turned her head and slipped my index finger into her soft mouth. She moaned, sucking on it as she deliciously swirled her tongue up and down its length.
I forgot we had an audience. Forgot where we were and how this started. I relished in the feeling of her. Of her soft, delectable body pressing so close to mine. Of the way her tongue lapped my finger with so much enthusiasm, you’d swear she was expecting it to come.
She may have looked like an angel, but this girl was a sinner at her core and I couldn’t wait to defile her. I wanted her to look as wicked on the outside as she was on the inside. I-
Clarity hit me the second I heard Cyrus clear his throat.
“Fuck.” I grunted, roughly shoving her away from me.
What the fuck was I doing?I didn’t give a fuck about seeing her naked or taking her to my bed. This was about breaking her will. Not an audition for how well she could suck my cock.
She turned to face me; her face contorted with anger.
“Oh, come on, why’d you stop? We knew where this was going. I was just making it easier.” She said in a mocking tone as a bitter smile formed on her lips.
My eyes roamed her bare upper body unabashedly. Lingering on the creamy skin of her breasts before traveling towards her smooth navel. It was then that I noticed what she was really trying to show us. There, just below her navel, was a word etched in angry silvery scars.Whore.
My jaw ticked.
“This is what you wanted, right?” She asked, pulling my attention away from the jagged scars. “Well, take what you want. As you can see, others have. But just know, you can’t break me.”
She gave me an icy glare as she jutted her chin out further and waited for my response. I had to give it to her. The girl was good. She had almost won my cock over with her little stunt back there, but if sympathy was what she was after, she would never find it in me. I was the Reaper that had no conscience and no soul, and while her naivety was almost endearing, it was time I showed her how cruel our world really was.
