CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

REAPER

I have two hours before Psycho gets here to have her ready, but drugging her now would be too easy. I need to hear her scream and she will, but I don’t want to risk her not remembering what’s about to happen.

Setting her on her feet, I order her, “Face down on the bed.”

“Nico, please.”

Shaking my head, I tell her, “Do as you’re told. This is going to be bad enough for you, don’t make it worse than it has to be.”

Pulling her fist back, she punches me in the face, and I let her. I fucking love it when she fights me. I grin, which only makes her angrier as she looks to the door. Silly living dead girl should be more careful about giving away physical cues. As she attempts to dart past me, I grab her throat, stopping her in her tracks.

She stands in front of me, with tears streaming down her face, and it should probably make me change my mind about what I’m going to do to her. I should feel bad. Yet, I don’t. I’m as fucked up as everybody says, just like she reminded me of tonight.

I point to the bed, and she turns with a huff and does what she’s told. Removing my pants, I grab the knife from my sheath, before spreading her legs and climbing between them. Bella trembles with delicious fear, as her sobs grow louder in the otherwise quiet room. I pull her t-shirt up to the middle of her back, exposing her beautiful ass, and a groan slips out of me. I drag the tip of the knife over her ass, not cutting into her skin, but the way she cries, you would think I’m butchering her.

“You can love me or you can hate me, living dead girl. It makes no fucking difference to me. But you are mine. Mine to fuck and mine to torture. Think what you want of me, but you won’t dare to speak to me with the disrespect you had for me earlier. I don’t want to cut your tongue out, but I will.”

“I’m s-s-sorry,” she stammers pathetically.

Pressing one hand on her back, I hold her down, because she’s going to fight, or at least try to.

I dig the knife into her ass, carving my first initial.

“N,” I say out loud, while she screams obscenities at me.

“You fucking psychotic asshole.”

I chuckle as I start the next letter. Making the cut, I say, “I,” as the blood runs down her ass. Then I move to the other cheek, and cut into her stunning flesh.

“C,” I say, as she screams so loud that if I had neighbors, I might be worried.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

One last time, I slice into her skin.

“O,” I say, as I watch the way her flesh turns red from her blood. I toss the knife onto the side of the bed, lean down and taste her, the way I’ve always wanted to. Knives aren’t my favorite. This is a trick directly from Psycho’s book, but it works for me, so I did it.

“Your blood tastes almost as good as your pussy.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She shouts.

Pushing her shirt further up her back, I rub the blood all over her exposed skin, and slam inside her.

“Because I can, Bella. I can do whatever I want to you, and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it. Cry as much as you want, it has no effect on me. Run, and I’ll find you. I’ve told you before, you have no power here.”

She sobs while I fuck her sweet pussy. Every thrust makes her cry louder, but it doesn’t deter me. I wasn’t going to do this to her. As much as I wanted to, I tried to hold my urges back, but then she did what they all do. She judged me and I knew she needed to be punished. I’ve marked her permanently, and no matter what she does, she’s mine .

“So beautiful. Even more so, with my name carved into your ass.”

“Fuck you,” she screams back at me.

I dig my fingers into her cuts and fuck her harder, while she cries underneath me. Fucking perfection.

When I finish, I climb off her but she doesn’t move.

I grab the syringe from the back pocket of my jeans, that I brought with me to the beach earlier, but was happy to not have had to use it. Now I do though. Pulling the cap off, I expose the needle, and walk over to her and brush the hair off her neck. Touching the needle to her neck, she freezes as I smile.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Nico. Don’t. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want to die.”

If I were a decent human being, I’d probably tell her I’m not killing her, just putting her to bed for the night, but I’m not, so I’m silent as I push the needle into her flesh, and give her the medication that will have her out for the entire night.

After throwing out the syringe, I grab my first aid kit and tend to her open wounds. I didn’t cut deep, so I’m not worried about her bleeding out, but I do want to clean her up. Taking my time, I wash the blood from her skin, and cleanse my name on her ass. She looks good with my name on her. I stare at my handiwork for a long time as pride swells in my chest. ‘Mine,’ I say to myself.

Once I get dressed, I go downstairs after my brother messages me that he’s here, with what I requested from him earlier. He comes in and eyes me suspiciously.

“Are you sure about this? It’s a little more my style than yours.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“She wants the shackles off, so this is the only other option.”

He chuckles softly.

“Has it ever struck you that we are the most alike, and I’m the oldest while you’re the youngest?”

We are all brothers, and close, but I have always known that I was more like Psycho than either Bones or Kage .

“Maybe the psychotic gene skipped the other two.”

He arches an eyebrow in obvious disagreement.

“They do fucked up shit too, but not to the degree that we do. Can I meet her?”

I glare at my brother.

“No. She’s naked and drugged. And you aren’t seeing my woman without clothing.”

“Your woman?” He asks with that familiar tilt to his head.

“My name carved into her ass says she is. Thanks for the device. I need to go implant this.”

He nods slowly.

“Call me if you need help.”

Once he leaves, I head back upstairs to implant the tracker into Bella’s ass. It’s going to hurt there anyway when she wakes up in the morning, so it makes sense to put it there, and it shouldn’t raise any suspicions.