CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

REAPER

We should’ve left her piece of shit car there and she would be sitting beside me. Having her in front of me, but too far away to touch, is fucking torture. I spent as much time away from her as I can tolerate. When I saw her tonight, I knew it was time. After I got out of the hospital, I had every intention of finding her and taking her again. She is mine, after all, but when I saw what she was doing, it changed things. I had to let her discover that we aren’t that different. She thought I was a homicidal maniac, and she wasn’t wrong, but now she knows she is too. We were cut from the same cloth, and now I have my missing piece.

Bones wanted to kill her, after he found out it was her hand on the knife that nearly took my life. There was no chance I’d ever allow that to happen. He finally agreed, but ordered me to stay away from her. That also wasn’t an option. Even if I knew she’d kill me, I’d risk it, just to touch her once more. I’ll always crave one more look, one more touch, one more kiss. There will never be a day where I don’t need more of her than I’ve already had. My brothers all think I’m insane, but they’ve thought that for nearly my entire life. We all like hurting people, but I’m the only one that searches for people to kill for no reason other than the rush. Kage was the first I told about the tingling in my neck. His response was, ‘that’s not fucking normal’.

Fuck normal. I live my life unapologetically, and now I have someone that gets me. We still have a lot to learn about each other, but for now, I know enough.

Finally, she pulls onto my property and, using my phone, I open the gates. I have security, but it’s not like my brothers’ homes, because I don’t work with the mafia. However, even if I didn’t kill people for fun, I’d still be at risk, simply because I’m a Bonetti, so I have four guards around the clock. To most people, they’d think that is a lot, but it pales in comparison to Bones and Athena’s house. Now that Bella will be with me, I may need to rethink my security situation. She will automatically become a target because of me, and I’ll never allow anything to happen to her. She parks near the fountain and I pull in behind her, and quickly get out of my Range Rover to get to my girl. The familiar tingling in my neck is replaced with fingers itching to touch her.

I walk purposefully to her, with a fire in my veins, and slide my hand into her hair, pulling her head back. I groan before slamming my lips to hers. She whimpers into my mouth, as she wraps her arms around my neck and digs her nails into my skin.

Fuck.

Bella tastes like heaven and hell mixed together. Good and bad. A prayer and sin. She’s everything wrapped up in an alluring package. Her tongue tangles with mine in a fight of dominance. I slide my hand from her hair, and place it around her throat, to remind her who’s in charge. Her response is intoxicating. She places her hand over mine and squeezes, as a whimper escapes from her throat.

Pulling back from her, I narrow my gaze at her, my heart pounding in my chest at what this woman does to me.

“Go bend over the fountain.”

She immediately does as she’s told, as I pull my phone out and disable the cameras over here. I do not want the guys in the guard shack watching this. I’d have to kill them, and I wouldn’t mind, except then I’d have to find new ones to replace them.

Grabbing my knife from my back pocket, I slice down the back of her dress, and she glares at me from over her shoulder.

“This was one of my favorites.”

I smirk at her.

“I’ll buy you twenty more.”

Kneeling behind her, I pull her panties down to her feet, and am in awe of her beautiful ass. My name, like a neon sign, telling me everything I need to know. Tracing my fingers over the letters I carved in her skin, I ask her, “Do you know why I did this?”

“Because you’re an asshole who likes to hurt me?”

I chuckle, while digging my fingers into the ‘n’ and the ‘o’.

“I am an asshole, and yes, I like to hurt you, but that’s not why, baby. I did this because I wanted you to always know who owns you. I’ll never kill you, because I can’t fucking live without you. Instead, I’ll keep you forever. My perfect little pet.”

Glaring at me from over her shoulder, she bites, “And who owns you, Reaper?”

I grin at her.

“Reaper?”

Through clenched teeth, she says, “When I’m mad at you, from now on, it’s Reaper.”

I run my tongue over my bottom lip. Fuck, I like her like this. Angry Bella is sexy as fuck.

Drawing my hand back, I smack her naked ass hard, causing her to yelp.

“It’s fucking Nico. Don’t let me hear you call me anything else, unless you prefer Master. To answer your question, you own me, living dead girl. You have since the first fucking moment I saw you. Now that I have seen what you’re capable of, everything is clear as day. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“Then I should carve my name into your skin,” she growls, in a pretty fucking voice that makes my cock throb, and shreds my control.

“Any fucking time, baby.”

I pull my pants down and line my cock up with her beautiful pussy, and push inside her with a groan. Grabbing her hips, I pull out of her most of the way, before jack-hammering her. Her hands grip on the metal fence surrounding the fountain, and water splashes on her as I fuck her while she moans for me. All her anger is gone as she cries for me .

“Nico!”

“Good fucking girl. Give me everything.”

“Goddamn it, Nico,” she complains, and I’m thoroughly confused.

“What, baby?”

“Fucking choke me,” she screams at me.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide my hand up her back to her neck, and then around her throat.

“Perfect fucking slut,” I say as I squeeze slightly, while I move in and out of her drenched pussy. Her whimpers vibrate against my palm, as her cunt clenches down on my cock like it never wants to let me go.

“Good girl,” I growl as she trembles beneath me, giving me the one thing I crave most.

Her orgasm.

Even when she was fighting this thing between us, she always came, and I somehow got addicted to it. Like any other man, I enjoy my own orgasms, but hers are what drive me insane. Watching her unravel for me, even if she doesn’t want to, is a high no other drug could compete with. We all have our own things we get off from. For some people, it’s alcohol or drugs. Most of my life that high came from killing people, but now it’s her. I’m not going soft. I’ll still end lives, but she’ll be with me, and after we’re done, I’ll fuck her relentlessly while I restrict her breathing. If I could have scripted my own life, it would’ve never been this good.

I squeeze her throat a little tighter, and she whimpers helplessly as I pound her into another orgasm. Releasing her throat, she gasps as I grip onto her ass on either side, and grunt as I finish inside her.