Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
I scramble through the bag until my hands curl around my loaded gun, and as Reaper fucks me, I shoot back toward the kitchen window, hoping like fuck I manage to hit this asshole.
“Who the fuck is it?” I ask, not liking shooting blind.
There’s a pause as whoever it is reloads, and Reaper takes his chance to peek out the window. “Fuck,” he grunts as a hint of regret flashes in his lethal stare. “It’s The Boneyard Slayer.”
“What?” I groan, clutching onto his shoulder as that thick cock rams so deep inside of me I feel him in my throat. “What the hell is he doing here? I’ve been careful, and a moron like that doesn’t find me unless an even bigger moron has led him here.”
Reaper cringes. “My bad,” he says, thrusting again. “But to be completely clear, I came here with the intention to kill you, so compromising your location wasn’t exactly supposed to be an issue.”
“Fucking hell,” I grunt, ducking again as a fresh round of bullets rain down around us. BANG! BANG! BANG! “Shit. If he’s here, then surely his brother is around here somewhere too. I doubt the asshole would have the balls to come at both of us on his own.”
“Yeah . . .” Reaper says slowly. “About that . . .”
I let out a heavy sigh.
Having a better vantage point, Reaper takes the gun from me and shoots back, and while I’m sure he’s probably one of the best sharpshooters in the country, those bullets are going anywhere but his target while he’s focused more on fucking me than eliminating the threat. And to be honest, I’m not even mad about it.
“What the fuck did you do?” I demand over the sound of the raining bullets.
“It was nothing, really.”
“REAPER!”
“Okay, fine,” he grunts, pausing for just a second to send a few more bullets flying back at The Boneyard Slayer as I reach for a new magazine from my bag. “His brother tried to get the drop on me, so I had no choice but to retaliate. Only, I was interrupted before I could finish the job.”
“What?” I screech. “You left witnesses?”
“No. I left him. They were just teenagers. I couldn’t fucking slit his throat in front of them, plus they were breaking out their phones. I had to bail.”
“Shit.”
Frustration burns through me. This isn’t just a little fuck up, this is a colossal one. Not only did he walk away from a target without a confirmed kill, but he had witnesses who were minors and almost had video evidence. Not to mention, in our line of work, we can’t afford to make this personal, and having some asshole’s brother come for revenge . . . that sounds fucking personal to me.
“I figured I’d come back and finish the job later. It’s not as though he’s going to be capable of coming for me for another week or so.”
“Yeah, well, the job’s brother is currently trying to get revenge,” I mutter, pushing off the edge of the island counter and shoving Reaper back against the fridge, taking control and riding him just as I’ve been dreaming about for the past eleven days.
My hips rock, and in this position, he’s seated so deeply inside of me that my walls immediately start to convulse. “Holy fucking shit,” I grunt as my nails dig into his massive shoulder, but when he reaches down between us and presses his thumb to my clit, sending a hot wave of electricity pulsing through my body, all I can do is throw my head back and cry out with the sweetest pleasure.
“You fucking like that, baby.”
“I ain’t your baby,” I tell him. “You led this asshole to my door. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You’re what’s fucking wrong with me, Siren,” he says, gripping my ass and digging his fingers into my skin as I ride him like he’s never been ridden before. “You’ve been in my head since the second I saw you. I’m not thinking clearly. I’m making fucking mistakes, Siren, and I don’t make mistakes.”
“That’s why you came here tonight,” I say. “If you took me out of the picture, you could get over it and focus on the game.”
He nods, and honestly, it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. “As for this guy,” he continues, making a point of shooting back at him again. “He’ll be dead soon enough and you won’t have to worry about it. But I get it. You have every right to be pissed at me. I’m just as pissed with myself as you are. I don’t fuck up. Ever. It was a first for me, and I don’t fucking like it. It makes me feel weak, and it has everything to do with the way this sweet little cunt owns me.”