CHAPTER FOURTEEN

REAPER

The second she left that bedroom, I knew she was on the run. Of course, I was fairly confident she wouldn’t escape, but for extra safety, there’s a tracking monitor on the insides of both bracelets. With nothing left to say, I walked away from Bones, and followed her here to our lake. The only surprise was Abruzzo’s oldest son standing in front of living dead girl, who looks fucking stunning in my t-shirt. I watch them from the treeline, curious as to what my girl is made of. Chances are pretty good she thinks he’ll save her. He won’t. The second her life is in danger, his is over. She sees something in him she doesn’t like, and backs away slowly. For every step she takes closer to the lake, he walks forward. The panic in her eyes pisses me off, and makes me struggle to control myself. I love it when she’s afraid.

For me. Only for me.

The fact that she’s giving him something that belongs to me causes the tingle in my neck to work overtime. He backhands her across the face, she falls to the ground, and he climbs on top of her. I’ve seen enough. I begin to walk toward them when I see something that causes my chest to swell with pride. Bella is fighting back, hard. She punches him in the face, knees him in the balls, and somehow ends up on top of him. Her blonde hair is a mess, and her eyes are wide with fury. My beautiful woman looks like the goddamn angel of death. I walk up to them and place my foot on his chest, holding him down, and she glances up at me with an expression that’s hard to read. I’m not sure if she’s happy to see me, under the circumstances, or upset.

“Nico,” she breathes .

Vincent Abruzzo tries to move his arms, but he can’t do much with my foot crushing his heart. We both know if I put more pressure on him, he’s in serious trouble.

“Wrap your hands around his throat, baby.”

She shakes her head no. “I can’t.”

I narrow my gaze at her. “You can and you will. This man planned to kill you, to avenge his pathetic brother’s life.”

Before removing my foot from his chest, I pull my knife from my sheath, and warn him.

“Make a fucking move, and I’ll cut your eyeballs out and feed them to you. You made a big mistake by targeting what’s mine. Make another and I promise you, you’ll live just long enough to regret it.”

I smirk at him as he stares at me with a panic-stricken gaze, and he trembles beneath my living dead girl.

Walking behind her, I nudge the asshole’s feet apart, as she sits on top of him with both hands around his throat. Glancing into his face, I nearly smile, because this fucking pathetic sack of shit is immobile with fear.

“Squeeze, Bella. Look into his eyes and squeeze the fucking life out of him.”

Kneeling between his legs, I lift my shirt she’s wearing, and run two fingers along the outside of her pussy. She’s fucking drenched.

“Good girl. Fucking perfect girl. Let the darkness in, living dead girl. Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll feel good.”

Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out, grab her hips and lift her slightly, and sink into her with a groan.

“Do not let go of him. Squeeze tighter. Look into his eyes.”

She whimpers as I fuck her, while I know she’s watching his light fade. I was pretty sure I’d never let her go, but this has sealed the deal. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet, she’s my other half.

“He’s dead,” she breathes through heavy pants.

I take a fistful of her hair and pull her head back .

“Good girl. Now fucking come.”

“Nico!” she screams as I rail her in the dead of night. This is the soundtrack of my dreams. Her drenched pussy taking my cock, the splashing of water from the lake, and our heavy breaths.

She makes a sound, some kind of a strangled scream, and it sends me straight into a frenzy I never want to come out of.

“Harder,” she screams, and at this moment there’s very little I wouldn’t give her. She can have it all. Every fucking thing she wants is hers. Unless what she desires is to be away from me, because that’s not something she’ll ever be permitted to have.

She places her hands on Abruzzo’s chest, holding herself up, which would never be allowed if he were still alive. Releasing her hair, I move my hand and wrap it around her throat, without squeezing. Her pulse skyrockets as she whimpers.

“Nico, don’t.”

That’s the thing about people that say they’re ready to die. They rarely are. I knew that, when she asked me to kill her and be done with it. Placing my free hand on her stomach to hold her in place, I move inside her with hard thrusts, as I bite the side of her neck.

“You’re going to give me everything I want, living dead girl. There will be no holding back. I want it all. Even the fucking air you breathe.”

She whimpers and trembles under my control. This is how it’s supposed to be. I’m the only man who gets her fear. I slide in and out of her tight pussy as she shakes. Do I know she is terrified, because she thinks I might kill her now? Yes, but soon enough, she’ll experience what I want her to. An earth shattering orgasm. I’m an expert in controlling how much breath a person gets, and I haven’t made a mistake since I was twelve years old. She may be pissed later, but right now, that intense state of terror will heighten everything for her.

I squeeze my hand around her throat, and she grabs onto my flesh and claws at me, trying to force me to release her, but I don’t. I tighten my grip slightly and when her pussy tightens around my cock, I let her go and she gasps for air, followed by a scream. The fucking way she screams, as she comes apart for me, is my new favorite sound. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful in my life. If I hear it a million fucking times, it still won’t be enough.

Pulling her back tight against my chest, I hold her while I come inside her, my face pressed to her neck, and I inhale her scent while I come undone for her. The only god damn woman I’ve ever managed to not kill. My pretty little living dead girl that keeps trying to escape from me. I’m not sure how I’ll prevent her from doing it again, but somehow I will. At some point, Bella will learn that fleeing is not an option. Every time she takes off, I’ll find her again. There’s nowhere too far. I will always find her. I don’t care how angry it makes her. She doesn’t realize yet that when she’s pissed off, and acts nearly as unhinged as I am, it doesn’t upset me, it fucking thrills me.

“I hate you even more now. You’re such an asshole.”

I sigh with satisfaction. My girl doesn’t know what I do. She is just as fucking psychotic as I am.