CHAPTER ELEVEN

BELLA

When I squeeze my legs shut tight, he glares at me.

“Goddamn it. Spread your fucking legs, before I go buy a spreader bar, and your legs will be open twenty-four seven.”

I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about, but we both know I don’t have a say in the matter, so I do what he wants. It’s always about what he wants.

He kneels between my legs and stares at my pussy like it’s mesmerizing. The same way someone might gaze at a painting that makes them experience strong emotions.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he groans as he moves them in and out slowly.

“If I make you come, which of us will you hate more, baby?”

“Myself, but I’m not going to.”

Chuckling as he leans his head down, he glances up at me with a stern expression.

“Good. This is for me. In fact, if you come, you get to choose the knife or a spider.”

I whimper at the mention of either option, because both are equally terrifying. My childhood home had more spiderwebs than I would’ve ever thought possible. More than once, I woke up to spiders crawling on me. Before I moved out, I had been bitten so many times, I lost count. There’s no real reason the knife scares me, other than I don’t think anybody wants to be cut.

He continues fucking me with his fingers, and then swipes his tongue across my clit, instantly making me whimper with need I don’t want. I don’t want it to feel good. My hatred for him grows as quickly as my orgasm does.

“Reaper. Stop. Fucking stop. I don’t want this. ”

He chuckles as he gazes up at my body.

“Too bad, baby.”

Pulling his fingers out, he holds them up for me to see.

“Look how wet you are. You don’t want to want this, but you do. Your sweet little pussy can’t get enough of me.”

“I fucking hate you. I hope Dahmer finds you and kills you.”

Nico stops what he’s doing, and looks into my face with pure amusement.

“He’s dead, baby.”

I scream, “Fine. Gacy .”

Tilting his head to the side, he chuckles.

“Also dead. We need to work on your knowledge of serial killers.”

I know he thinks he’s funny, but he’s wrong. He’s fucking infuriating. Whatever serial killer is alive, I hope they come and end his life in the most painful way possible. Or maybe he’ll walk outside someday soon, and a giant boulder will fall on his head.

He pushes his tongue inside me with a groan before he swirls it around. I buck my hips as he fucks me with it, and try to stop, but I can’t. Grabbing his head by his hair, I try to pull him off me, but I can’t. This shouldn’t feel good, not with him. Looking down and seeing his face between my legs should repulse me. So why does it turn me on? Someone needs to remind my needy pussy that we hate him. He pulls his tongue back, and growls as he looks up at my face.

“Fuck. You taste incredible.”

I roll my eyes and say, “I’m glad you’re done.”

Reaper chuckles softly.

“Not even close. This pussy has become my greatest obsession, and I may never finish drinking from it.”

He runs his hands up the inside of my legs and digs his fingers into my skin.

“You will learn to like this. ”

A groan escapes from his chest as he takes a long swipe up my slit. I really wish it didn’t feel like it does. I have two very good reasons not to orgasm, and I know the second he swirls his tongue over my clit that I’m done.

“Goddamn it, Nico!”

I’m frustrated because he was a fucking virgin, and he should not know how to use his tongue the way he does, unless he has experience. Think about spiders and knives, Bella.

Closing my eyes, I imagine hundreds of spiders crawling all over me.

He bites my clit hard, causing me to scream at him.

“Motherfucker!”

“Your eyes belong on me. Watch me eat your pretty pussy.”

Lots of guys go down on women. In my experience it’s to get whatever they want. Sex or a blow job. Not Nico. He licks me like he’s going to literally devour me. As if there’s nothing in the world he wants more. And we both know he doesn’t have to do it to get what he wants, because he’ll just take it anyway.

Placing his lips around my clit, he sucks it into his mouth, and I lose my mind. For a moment, I succumb to the pleasure, and forget how much I hate him, and what the consequences for this will be. The chain rattles as I move my hand to his hair and pull. The sound takes me back to the here and now, but it’s too late. My body gives him exactly what he wants.

I scream out in pleasure, eliciting a groan from him that rumbles through my entire body. Pulling his hair harder as I tremble from head to toe, I scream at him.

“I fucking hate you.”

He chuckles as he pulls away from my pussy.

“Haven’t you heard, living dead girl? There’s a fine line between love and hate.”

Glaring at him, I say, “I may not be able to control my pathetic body, but I can control my heart. You can force me to orgasm, but I will never love you. Hell, I won’t ever even like you, you sadistic piece of shit.”

Reaper grabs my hips, and flips me to my stomach.

“On your knees.”

He squeezes my ass so hard it’s painful.

“Words hurt, baby. You aren’t being very nice to me.”

“I doubt you have any feelings.”

Stroking his fingers down my ass, he speaks so low I’m not sure I’m intended to hear it, but I do.

“That’s what people think. Reaper is a psychotic asshole who feels nothing, but they are wrong. I fucking feel everything. Especially pain. There is no greater pain than going through life and never fitting in. It doesn’t matter where you go, you’re always out of place. It’s a miserable existence.”

Just as I begin to feel an ounce of anything other than hatred toward him, he smacks my ass hard. I yelp from the sting.

“Filthy fucking slut. You weren’t supposed to come, but this pussy is ravenous and can’t control itself.”

He hits me again and again, each time harder than the one before. I’m a whimpering, sobbing mess, but not because he’s really hurting me, but because even though I don’t want to be, I’m turned on. He’s going to figure out how wet I am, and it’s only going to, once again, give him what he wants.

Pushing into me, he groans loudly.

“Fucking drenched. I don’t care what you say, living dead girl. It’s clear you want me to fuck you. You love being my whore.”

I whimper as he leans over me and grabs the back of my neck, and holds my face down onto the mattress. He fucks me at a punishing pace while he pins me, so I can’t move. All I can do is take what he gives me, and it’s clear that he enjoys it. Gripping my neck in one hand, and my hip with his other, he slams into me repeatedly .

“Fuck, yes. I’m not going to kill you, baby. I’m going to keep you until I’m done using you, and then I’ll end your life. Until I’ve had my fill of this pussy, you’ll stay right here. It’s not so bad though, is it? You love me using this beautiful body to get myself off. My pretty little fuck doll.”

I hate myself so much. His words should make me sick to my stomach, not make me moan with pleasure. Instead of being bone dry like I should be, I scream out in an orgasm as he grunts his release inside me.

Pulling out of me, he moves to the head of the bed and plops down onto his back.

“Get over here.”

He holds me against his chest, in what could look like a tender moment, but it’s not. Through heavy breaths, he asks, “Did you decide between the knife and spiders?”

“No,” I whisper, “Are you doing it now?”

Chuckling, Nico says, “No. We’ll wait a bit. After all, the anticipation is the best part. I need a few hours of sleep before I meet with my brother.”

I try to stay awake, so I can go to the foot of the bed and get the knife, and kill him while he sleeps, but once again my body betrays me at every turn. The warmth of his body pulls me into a deep sleep.