Page 47 of Reaper & Ruin
He would have killed me if Heaven was truly in danger. I knew that, even with the fact we liked each other too.
She was the most important one, and he would have stopped me from doing anything too bad.
It wasfine.
It had to be fine.
“She’s right,” Gio said after a moment, his voice low and soothing. “You’re here, Atlas. You’re safe. With us.”
My chest tightened, the ache radiating through my ribs, making it hard to breathe. Heaven’s hands moved to my shoulders, her touch light but firm, kneading gently as if to press the tension out of me.
“I’ll grab you something to drink away the shadows in your eyes,” Gio offered, getting to his feet. He disappeared into the kitchen, the soft pad of his bare feet barely audible over my panting breaths.
Heaven didn’t move from her spot beside me. Instead, she shifted closer, climbing carefully into my lap like I was something fragile, something that might break at the slightest pressure. Her arms slid around my neck, her forehead resting lightly against mine.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“No.” The word came out sharp, almost a snap, and I winced. Forcing myself to soften, I added, “Not… not really.” I sighed. “I’m sorry,malyshka. I didn’t mean to grab you. You know I would never hurt you, right? I’d rather kill myself than hurt you.”
She hummed quietly, a sound of understanding. “It’s okay, I know you wouldn’t hurt me,” she said simply. Honestly. “And I’m here if you change your mind. You can tell me anything.”
Her fingers threaded gently through my hair, brushing away the sweat plastered to my forehead. Her touch was grounding, pulling me further from the edge of the nightmare. But the ache in my chest persisted, a gnawing pain I couldn’t shake.
“It hurts,” I admitted, the words slipping out unbidden.
She pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing as she met my gaze. “Where?”
I swallowed hard, the answer sticking in my throat before I finally managed to get it out. “Everywhere.”
Her expression softened, and she leaned in to press a featherlight kiss to my temple. “We’ll make it better,” she promised, her voice steady.
The couch dipped as Gio returned, a glass of something faintly orange in his hand. He handed it to me without a word, his dark eyes searching mine. I took it, the cool glass steadying my shaky grip.
The vodka and orange juice burned as it went down, warmth spreading through my chest like a balm against the cold. I exhaled slowly; the tension easing slightly as Gio set the empty glass aside.
Then he leaned in and kissed me. Roughly. Fast. Without an ounce of hesitation or anything. And it worked. For a single second, I didn’t think about my racing heartbeat or nightmare. I just concentrated on how he felt. His stubble. The mint on his tongue. The firm, rough pads of his fingers when he held me.
When he pulled back, his gaze flickered to Heaven. “Your turn,” he murmured. “Make him feel better,amore mio.”
Her lips curved into a small, wry smile, and she shifted closer, her hands framing my face as she tilted her head to kiss me. Her lips were softer than Gio’s, her touch light but steady.The kiss was sweet, grounding, pulling me further from the edge of the nightmare.
It wasn’t sweet for long. It became pure filth. The best kind.
Her tongue was in my mouth as she tasted me. Her nails dug into my skin, hard enough to make me moan, as her pretty little pussy rubbed against me, on top of my shorts.
It didn’t take long for me to want her.Needher. But she wasn’t interested in that. She was more inclined to play boss for a while.
Heaven pulled back, smirking at me. “Be a good boy and do whatever I tell you to do. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh, yeah?” I bucked my hips, making her fall closer so I could push myself into her chest, getting a face full of one of my favorite places to suffocate. “I suppose I can do that for you.”
Her first command wasn’t spoken. She just pushed her hand into my hair, grabbing a handful and using the control it gave her to pull my head up. Her lips found mine again, her hips ground harder, and she just silently yanked my shorts and her underwear out of our way.
Much to my chagrin, she didn’t sit on me. She just ground herself over my hardness, covering me with the slickness between her pretty thighs. I lost track of how many minutes passed as she teased me, refusing to give in and let me bring my dick home.
“Let me fuck you,malyshka.” I begged. “I miss your pussy whenever I’m not inside of it.”
With a dark chuckle, she climbed off me. Much to my horror, she got to her feet, moving away until she reached a dining chair Gio must have dragged over, where he had taken a seat.
