The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

“We’re going to fuck you so hard that the only words you’ll be able to remember are our names. Heads up, you don’t get a safe word,”

“Selene, keep your fucking eyes on Santos, or you’ll be punished,”

I’ve spent my life chasing down guys like this, letting them treat me like dirt until I get the last laugh, but something tells me these guys won’t humiliate me. Hurt me, maybe, but not humiliate me.

Selene tugs against her restraints, watching me with pleading blue eyes. She wants me, and my dick is one hundred percent on board with that plan, but I’m not going to take her with these two fuckers. I want her in my bed, screaming my fucking name, not theirs.

I have a thing for the hooker who’s fucking my piece of shit father.

“Am I that fucked up?” I ask him as I sit at the table. “I want the whore my father is using as a cum dumpster.” “Yeah,” he shrugs. “But being fucked up is our thing. Just tell her you get her next.” “What?” I chuckle at him. “We’re all just going to have her, like a big happy sharing family?” “Don’t bring me into this bullshit,” he snarls. “I don’t want the dirty whore.”

Having him watch me as I came all over Santos’ face made my orgasm that much better. I fucking want him to come back and join in with us because the more dicks, the better.

“Don’t get crazy,” he grins right back. “I’ll fuck you with my knife instead.”

“You crazy motherfuckers,” I growl at them, and Santos is once again between my legs. “I want to taste my boy inside of you.” That’s the only warning I get as his mouth begins sucking at my pussy hole.

“Your daddy has called and summoned me to your big ole house,” she says, her words laced heavy with sarcasm. “Bet he misses this pussy.” “He’d be fucking stupid not to,” Darius chuckles and gets up to leave the kitchen. The anger that comes over me at her words is fucking swift, and I grab her blonde hair in my hand and haul her over to face me. “Do you think I need to hear about some whore fucking my father?” I snarl into her face, my spit hitting her cheeks. “Why are you so pissed if I’m just a whore?” She’s calm, unaffected by my violent outburst. Like she knows she can take me on. The thought has me rock hard in my pants and I drag her in closer, pressing into her stomach. “Because you’ve ridden almost every dick but mine.” I’m shocked at my admission. “All you have to do is ask,” she purrs up at me and I release my hold on her hair.

“Well…” She runs a finger across her swollen red lips. “Three down.” “That’s all you’ll get,” Blaze says, his voice dark and mean.

But I just had a Daddy and Son sandwich. The fucking pain is worth it.

“Next time, it’s going to be my dick in your cunt, not Henry’s. I’m going to fuck you so hard that all memories of that asshole will be erased from your fucking head, and my dick’s all you can think about,”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous. You want some release, grumpy? I’ll even give you a freebie because I’m a good buddy like that.” His hand darts up, his fingers spanning around her pretty neck as he squeezes firmly, swatting her other hand away from his pants. “Do not fucking touch me,” he grits out, but she’s not even fucking fazed as her eyes fill with some form of crazy lust, my dick jerking slightly. “If you’re going to choke me, at least do it from behind. I bet you’re a savage in bed. Can you tear the pussy up, Blaze?”

Blaze is in the doorway, the rage on his face slipping slightly as he stares right at my pussy that’s still in the air. I wiggle my ass, snapping him out of it as I giggle. “You want a go? Might make you smile for once in your fucking life, angry man,” I taunt, not at all surprised when he sneers at me and gets hold of his wandering thoughts. “Santos, get down to the kitchen and help Zander. You were supposed to leave her to sleep, not come in here and have play time,” he grumbles, his eyes narrowing on me as I roll onto my back and spread my legs, running a hand down my mound to tease my clit. “You sure you don’t want to start your day with a smile? I think it would be good for you.”

“You and Santos are scoping out one of Henry’s shipments today. Blaze is talking to some contacts about the assholes Henry sent after us, and I have to get our security bumped up in case of another attack. Selene, you—” “I’m busy,” I cut in, all their eyes swinging at me. “Pardon?” Zander snorts. “Doing what exactly? Thought you wanted to fucking help?” “I do, but Daddy Walton isn’t my only client that I have to deal with. I have another piece of shit to take out today, but then I can be back here tonight if you need me,” I explain, giving them a half shrug. Blaze looks ready to kill me, but Zander seems almost relieved. “All right, you handle that, and we will handle this shit. Let us know if you need backup,” he offers, earning a snort from me. “There’s more chance of you needing to call me for backup, money bags, but thanks for the offer.” Santos grins at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, and Darius chuckles, handing me a coffee with a wink. “I’ll need help to get off this afternoon, so I’ll definitely be calling you in for backup.”

“How many freebies do you think you’re getting, exactly?” “You’re not even a real hooker,” he pouts, his eyes lighting up as I move towards him and kiss his cheek. “The money doesn’t hurt, though. My funds will run out eventually and I’ll have to move on again,” I reply, Santos’ head whipping around to glare at me. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere, you’re fucking mine, Selene. If you leave, I’ll fucking drag you back by your hair!”

“Knew your pussy was going to cause fucking problems. Do us a favor and get this shit done so you can fuck off.

“Hey, all he’s gotta do is bend me over this kitchen table and I’ll be his best friend. He’s the one with the issue, not me.

“Save your money. Take this and buy a new outfit. Don’t wreck it while you’re annihilating old rich assholes today. I want to tear it from you myself when you get back here,”

“I don’t give a fuck about your filthy money. No one touches my fucking baby girl!”