CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

REAPER

She looks fucking stunning, broken for me, on her knees, tears on her cheeks, eyes blown wide with her murderous lust, and I have no fucking idea how I’ve managed to keep my distance from her for six weeks. My neck doesn’t tingle with the need to end a life. Instead, my entire body thrums with desire for her, my living dead girl.

I motion for her to come over to me, and she slowly rises to her feet and walks to me, looking like the beautiful angel of death she is. Dressed in white, a picture of innocence, when she is anything but. She reaches me, and immediately places her hands on my chest, as more tears fall.

“Nico.”

Sliding my hand into her soft blonde curls, I lean down and inhale her scent. Bella grabs my shirt and speaks low.

“Tell me you’re here. Or am I crazy?”

I chuckle softly.

“You’re definitely crazy, living dead girl, but I’m here.”

Her lashes flutter as she raises her gaze to mine.

“I thought I killed you.”

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue over her cheek, tasting her tears, and groan.

“It was fucking close, baby, but I couldn’t leave you.”

Placing her hand on my face, she stares into my eyes, and my chest squeezes hard. I don’t normally live with regrets, but I do now. At this moment, I cannot fathom that I nearly killed this perfect creature. My other half. Yet, had I not, we wouldn’t be here right now, with Bella looking at me for the first time with something other than hatred .

I pull her hand from my face, and kiss her knuckles softly, before taking her hand in mine and walking over to where the dead guy is. Letting go of her, I grab his feet and pull him away from the grave.

“What are you doing?” she questions me.

Turning to her, I narrow my gaze at her. “Taking what’s mine, where I first wanted to take it, unless you’re going to tell me no.”

She places her hands on her hips and, fuck, I love that sassy look on her face.

“And you’d listen?”

I smirk at her. “No, baby, but I thought it sounded good.”

Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I can already taste her dripping on my tongue.

“Show me my name.”

Without any hesitation, she pulls her dress up, removes her white lacy panties, stepping out of them, then she holds her skirt up. I stare at my name. An ‘N’ and an ‘I’ on her left cheek, and ‘C’ and ‘O’ on her right one.

“Get over here.”

She takes a few steps to me and slides her hand under my shirt. I groan from the feeling of her fingertips on my skin. Sliding my hands in her hair, I pull hard, forcing her head back, and run my tongue up the center of her throat. One little whimper escaping from her sweet mouth sends me over the edge. Releasing my grip on her hair, I slide my hands to her face and press my lips to hers. Our kiss muffles her moans, as I slide my tongue against hers. Bella is not an unwilling participant, and right now I’m not sure she ever was.

Pulling back from our kiss so I can look at her, she digs her nails into my skin, as she whimpers my name in a near pant.

Scooping her into my arms, I lay her over the grave and grin, when she spreads her legs so willingly.

“Needy little slut.”

Lifting the skirt to her dress up, she flashes me a shy smile as she exposes her bare pussy to me. Do I want to fuck her? Hell yes, I do, but first, I want to see what she does. This new side to her I’ve never seen before intrigues the fuck out of me.

“Take your shirt off, Nico.”

Without a word, I reach back and grab the collar to my t-shirt and pull it off, dropping it on the ground beside me.

The last thing I want to do is talk right now. I need to be inside her, but as I stare at her pussy, my mind won’t stop. For the last three weeks, I’ve been watching her, but before that I was fighting for my life. She thought I was dead, so it wouldn’t change things between us, nothing could make me not want her, but I still need to know.

“Did you fuck them, Bella? Any of them?”

My voice comes out strained, as I imagine some dickhead having what’s mine.

“No, Nico. I killed them. There was never a chance of me fucking anyone else.”

Kneeling between her legs, I ask, “Didn’t it get you wet? Having the power to take away human life?”

“Yes,” she moans lightly.

“And you didn’t fuck anyone?”

She pulls her lip between her teeth and shakes her head.

“I fucked myself.”

Jesus Christ, I like that thought a little too much, but it doesn’t come as a surprise, since I saw her pleasuring herself right on this very grave.

I undo my pants to release myself, because these jeans are getting too fucking tight.

“Show me, baby.”

She drops her gaze to my dick and, with a moan, she pushes a finger inside her, and then two. I watch my living dead girl, laying on a grave and masturbating for me. Not able to take it anymore, I fist my cock as she whimpers for me. Her pussy is drenched, I can hear it, and it’s my favorite sound. Second only to her begging for me .

“Nico, please. I need you.”

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her fingers out, and bring her hand to my face and inhale her scent. Sucking her wetness, I groan.

“Fuck, I missed this taste, baby. I need more.”

Pushing her legs back, I move down and push my tongue inside her and swirl it around. She slides her hands into my hair, but instead of trying to pull me away, she holds me tight against her pussy.

I liked the fight. Her clawing at me, begging me to stop, and when I saw how devastated she was by my death, I wondered if I had her like this, if the thrill would be gone. It’s not. I’m as hungry for her as I ever have been. Maybe even more so. Pulling my tongue out of her, I replace it with two fingers and fuck her with them, while I lick at her clit and she writhes around for me. She’s a whimpering mess for me. Digging her nails into my scalp, she screams for me in the quiet of the night. Where we are is isolated. There’s no traffic to dull the sound of her coming for me. There’s only a lone cricket off in the distance, and the way her voice echoes as she begs me to fuck her, is simply too much to bear.

I get back up on my knees and pull my jeans and boxers down, as my girl lays in front of me, looking like a deadly work of art.

Licking her lips, she moans quietly.

Pushing my cock inside her, I grunt because she feels better than the last time I was inside her, and I don’t know how that’s possible.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Nico,” she whimpers in response, as I climb over her and place a hand on the grave on either side of her head.

“You’re mine, living dead girl. You should know there’s a tracker in your ass, and I’ll never let you out of my sight. I’ve been watching you. Six fucking miserable weeks without touching you. Never again.”

Pulling out most of the way, I thrust back inside her. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I groan, “Admit the fucking truth, Bella.”

Her eyes show that she doesn’t know what I’m asking for .

“Tell me you won’t run from me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I pick up my speed, as her pulse beats against my fingers, as I continue fucking her harder.

“Nico!” she screams as her body convulses under mine, but it’s her next words that are my absolute undoing.

“I’m yours.”

She tangles her hand in my hair and pulls my head back, and stares at me dead in the eyes.

“But you’re also mine, and any woman that dreams of touching you is dead.”

Her eyes drop to my chest, as unshed tears fill her eyes, and she places her hand on my surgical scar.

“I’m so sorry.”

Smirking at her, I speak the truth, “I’m not.”

How could I be sorry? There’s no doubt in my mind she never would have realized that she felt something for me, if she didn’t think I was dead. It’s fucked up that it took that much, but it was worth it.

Her eyes register so much pain, and I’m fully aware how much she regrets what happened.

“I could’ve killed you.”

Looking down at her softly, I stroke the side of her face. Guilt will eat you alive if you let it. I don’t want that for her.

“Don’t, Bella. Let’s not live in the past. Stay in the present with me. Focus on my cock driving into your sweet pussy.”

Reaching up, she drags her thumb over my bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Nico.”

She nearly makes me come right there on the spot. I never thought I’d hear her ask for me to kiss her, and it causes my head to spin. Gripping her chin, I lower my head and taste her lips again. First it’s soft and slow, but it becomes urgent as I hammer her pussy. Every little whimper that escapes from her causes me to fuck her harder, as I chase my release.