CHAPTER FIFTY

REAPER

There is a pretty good chance my girl is more unhinged than I am, which surprises me, but does not disappoint me. I watch her, as she holds a blonde woman with her head hanging over what will become her grave, in my family’s cemetery, so that we don’t have blood all over the place, which will only result in a bitch-fest from my brother. And he wouldn’t be wrong. Just because we can deal with issues, doesn’t mean we should create them. It’s much easier to prevent the problems we can. I love watching her kill. It’s a beautiful sight. Especially when they cry and beg for their life. She isn’t cruel, she’s gentle as she ushers them into the afterlife. Soothing.

Bella speaks in a low, even tone to the woman.

“Shhhh. It’s almost over.”

She sits on top of her, straddling her chest with her arms underneath her, as she takes my brother’s knife and cuts her throat. Blood pours from her body as Bella rolls her into the grave. I’ve never had an affinity for blood. Psycho does, I don’t, although I’m not afraid of it either. I have a fear of few things. Yet, when she rises and turns to me, with the bloody knife in her grasp, and a little blood on her hand, I’m hard as a rock. She’s stunning with murderous wide eyes, a smear of blood on her cheek, and a deadly expression.

I hold out the towel to wrap the knife in, as she walks over to me with a heated expression that has me ready to lose my mind.

“Take your clothes off, Nico,” she says as she takes the towel from me, wrapping the knife in it, before placing it on the ground.

“What?”

Narrowing her gaze at me, she repeats herself, “Take your clothes off.”

“Bella,” I warn .

“Are you going to give me what I need or not?”

I step closer to her, lower my head, and stare into her eyes.

“If you’re sure you’re ready.”

She shakes her head.

“I don’t know that I am, but I need you to silence his voice. I want to forget, even if it’s only for a few minutes. So please give me what I need most. You . Take your shirt off, pull your pants down and lie on the ground.”

She watches me as I pull my shirt over my head, and then she removes the t-shirt and yoga pants that Athena left for her, along with shoes that must also be my sister-in-law’s.

I pull my jeans down and lie on the cold, hard ground, and she quickly removes her bra and comes over to me.

“Hands down until I tell you it’s okay.”

I place my hands, palms down, on the grass as she climbs over me, and straddles my lap. Bella moves her wet pussy up and down my hard cock, and I groan because she feels so fucking good, but I’m dying to touch her.

Lifting her ass up, she takes me into her hand and pushes me inside her pussy, with a sweet little whimper. She sinks down on me, taking all of me in, and leans over me, placing her hands on my arms, as she presses her lips to mine. At first, I think it’s going to be sweet, but it turns into a ravenous one, as she lifts herself on and off of me.

“This isn’t working,” she complains.

“What do you need, Bella?”

Lifting herself off my chest, she says, “You. Like we always are. Fuck me. Touch me. Remind me that I’m yours. Control me.”

Carefully, I turn us over so she’s laying on the ground. I place one hand beside her head, to hold myself up slightly, and cup her tit with my other hand before pinching her nipple.

“Nico,” she gasps .

Wrapping her arms around my back, and legs around my ass, she pulls me down on top of her.

“Give me your weight, Nico. Everything.”

I bury my face in the side of her neck, and inhale the scent I love so fucking much, as I drive into her over and over again.

“You don’t need a reminder that you’re mine, baby. You have been, since the moment I looked into your beautiful eyes. And you will be even at your death.”

I make sure I hit her clit with my pelvis on every thrust, and she begins to fall apart. Lifting myself so I can watch her face, I think I fall in love with her all over again.

“That’s my girl. Come for me.”

“Nico!” she screams as her pussy chokes my cock, and tries to keep it inside her.

I stare at her, as her eyes roll back into her head, and she trembles for me, with a scream that’s only for me.

“Good girl. You see, I own you. Your orgasms, your sounds, your heart, your entire fucking body. This is mine, and you’ll never need a reminder, but I’m happy to give you one, anyway.”

She whimpers and then speaks low.

“Nico, take me to the brink of death and bring me back to life, like only you can.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I growl, “Die for me, and then live for me.”

“Always,” she gasps, seconds before I take away her breath, and fuck her harder.

When I let go, she gasps and trembles from her powerful orgasm, and takes me with her. I come inside her and groan, “I can’t wait for your belly to swell with our baby.”

“Nico, I can’t get pregnant.”

My heart fucking drops, because I was worried about this after what happened.

She holds her hand to my face .

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t get pregnant right now, because I’m already pregnant. The doctor was surprised I didn’t miscarry. Our little baby is tucked safely in there.”

I stare at her, completely stunned.

“You’re pregnant. I’m going to be a father?”

She smiles that smile that makes my heart beat faster.

“I’m pregnant, Nico.”

Getting onto my knees, I stare at her beautiful body, and place my hand on her stomach.

“A family of my own? Everybody thought it wasn’t possible because I’m crazy.”

Bella sits up and wraps her arms around my neck.

“You just needed to let someone see you, Nico. I see you and I love you. My insanity matches yours. I’d kill a million people just to hear your voice again if I ever lost you.”

Taking her face in my hands, I say, “If you die before me, I’ll throw myself in the grave with you, because life without you is not worth living.”

I kiss her softly and then pull back with a grin.

“Hey, crazy girl, are you ready to go tell my family?”

She flashes me a shocked expression.

“Don’t you want to wait until I’m further along?”

“Nope. I’m going to rent a fucking neon sign.”

We pull apart and start getting dressed, and I think out loud.

“Kage says we should have twelve babies, and I think he’s right.”

She gasps loudly. “I’m going to kill your brother.”

“Maybe a few ground rules,” I say with an arched brow.

“Kill who you want, baby, but not my family.”

“Fine,” she says as she pulls her pants on.

I wrap my arms around her, and she once again rocks my world.

“Thank you. You did indeed break me, Nico, but then you put me back together, as a better version of myself. ”

Do I regret all the things I did to her in the beginning? Not a fucking chance, because it got us to where we are now. I don’t know if I’m actually crazy, but as long as I’ve got my living dead girl, I really don’t fucking care.

THE END

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