The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

I can feel the moment his eyes land on me because my skin crawls and I feel an uncontrollable urge to pop them out of his head.

Typical sleazebag thinking he's making me cream in my panties with the temptation. My coochie is as dry as a nun’s, thanks to him.

Zander Walton is a daddy’s boy, and I can’t wait to get to work on him, too.

The second I saw him I knew I could climb that fucker like a tree.

I wish I were riding his dick and I wish his father were watching it all happen. Then, when I was done, I would slice both of their throats and bathe in their blood.

I don’t like the idea of some bitch becoming my new mommy when the cunt looks younger than me,”

“When you get to Hell, Dr. Ignis, warn the devil I’m coming.” I pull out the knife and coat my hand in the blood. I press my blood soaked finger to his forehead and hum as I draw the Reaper’s scythe.

I will never say no to having my fucking pussy eaten out, that’s fucking blasphemy.

He looks ready to fuck me and kill me at the same time, and I have no idea how to handle that.

“Why do guys think I’m worried about getting hurt, when I’m usually the biggest monster in the room?”

“What an idiot. I even warned him that I was going to get him because I told you to duck. Are all men so fucking stupid?” I ask, turning to face them to see them both staring at me, mouths open.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s trained, that just makes me wanna fuck her even more. Seriously, she threw a fucking knife at him from across the room and got a bullseye! Please let me keep her, she’s perfect!” Santos begs, grinding my gears a fraction.

“I don’t want her to go, I like her! She obviously likes me if she’ll kill a guy for me!”

"I already sat on your daddy's face a few nights ago."

I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails towards Darius' head. It nicks his cheek before continuing past and slamming into the plastered wall. "I fucking dare you to try, bitch," I snarl. Darius touches his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand with shock. "I think I just came," Santos groans and drops down onto the couch.

“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!”

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

It’s rough, its dirty, and I fucking love it.

I need to get this shit done and get the fuck back home to a pussy I am now addicted to. Oh, and an asshole too apparently.

"You look like a warrior." It's the nicest I've heard him speak. "You are a fucking warrior.”

"Don't do this with me, only to fucking pull back later," I snarl into his mouth, then lick at the scar that starts at his top lip and ends at his temple. "Because I will fucking kill you." He pulls away and looks into my eyes, his dark skin blooming with a red undertone. "I think you know as well as I do that this is what was always going to happen."

"Look into his face when you come," Blaze demands. "Show him just how much you've conquered."

"So wet, my little whore," he moans deeply.

"I'm now a crack pussy addict like the rest of those dumb fuckers," he growls as he pulls out. "I get it now. This pussy is fucking crack."

I know my grin matches his as I reply, “are we going to run a train? All five of us?” I turn and point at Henry’s wall of sin, “I want to be the caboose.”

“He won’t kill her,” Zander says slowly, “he’s had a taste of her.”

She’s become the air we breathe, and there is no other option but to bring her home.