Page 42 of Fear the Reapers
I knew exactly what it was before it had even hit the ground. I had seen that card countless times. Had obsessed over it ever since I saw Ezra use it on the back entrance of Hell’s Tavern. I never thought I’d get a chance to be so close to one and there it was, out in the open and staring right back at me. An access card.
It was the key to getting back everything Malcolm and The Reapers had stolen from me.
My Freedom.
My life.
Alex.
By some miracle, Cyrus had yet to notice it in the front of his armchair. I knew I only had seconds to stop him before he took away my only chance at escaping.
“I’ll go first!” I blurted, a little louder than I meant to.
“A little eager there, tiger?” He asked, shaking his head with a chuckle.
“Maybe a little,” I smiled, trying to mask the panic I was feeling.
My cheeks flushed as his emerald eyes gave my body an appreciative glare as he sat back in his seat. Even though I was slightly mortified, my little embarrassing outburst gave me more time to think. Cyrus had missed the access card laying mere inches from his left foot. I needed to act quick if I was really going through with this.
“So,” I began, as my heart pounded in my chest, “truth or dare?”
“I’m a risk taker,” he said, rolling up his crisp white sleeves, “dare.”
It took a few seconds for my stupid, thirsty eyes to stop staring at the thick, tattooed forearms he revealed.Now is your chance dummy, don’t blow it.I racked my brain, trying to think of a dare that would distract him long enough for me to grab the card.
“I dare you to let me straddle you.” I said, softly biting into my lower lip.
It was a low blow, and I felt like an asshole for using my body against him, but I needed to make sure he stayed seated.
If I were being honest, there was a small part of me that had been fantasizing about sitting on his lap ever since I saw the envious look he gave Ezra at the kitchen table. But this was about escaping. It didn’t matter that my reckless pussy was already wet just thinking about rubbing against his lap.Shedidn’t give a damn about keeping us alive, so she wasn’t allowed to be in charge.
The hungry look he gave me in response told me everything I needed to know. I had played my cards right.
Kicking off my heels, I slowly strode towards him. Cyrus’ face took on a primal look as his eyes devoured each languid movement. Once I approached him, I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips against his ear.
“Close your eyes…” I whispered.
Without hesitation, he obeyed. I only had a few seconds before he’d be expecting to feel the weight of my body on top of him, so I pressed my right foot against the access card and carefully slid it underneath his seat.
Gathering up the silky blue fabric of my dress, I planted each of my knees on either side of his hips and let the full weight of my body crush against him.
“You can open your eyes now.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Fucking hell, Princess. Never what I expect.” He murmured, sinking his teeth in his lower lip. “So, does that make it my turn?”
“Oh, right,” I said, shifting to get off of him. “Here, let me just-”
“Not so fast.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me in place. “I dare you to keep this spectacular ass on my lap for the rest of this game.”
“Hmm…” I joked playfully, “that’s a shame because I’m picking truth this round.”
“Who knew you could be so cruel?” He joked, pressing his forehead against my chin after flashing me a devious smile.
I wanted to laugh with him and relish in the playful banter, but in the back of my mind; I knew I was a liar. The irony of his words was unsettling. He had no idea how cruel I could be to protect those that I love, but he would soon find out.
“Alright, so truth it is,” he continued, not missing a beat and refusing to let me move an inch, “who gave you the scars?”
It was probably the last time I was going to see him, and I no longer saw the point in lying.
