The Reaper (Dark Verse #2)

by RuNyx

“His demons dance with mine,” she murmured softly, the truth of that statement seeping into her pores. “That’s all I can give you.”

Morana: I might just have to accept more clothes from Maroni just to have you rip them off, in that case. I enjoyed that.

Morana let out a breath she hadn’t been aware she’d been holding, feeling her phone vibrate in her hand again. Tristan: Buy. Morana sighed, slightly deflated by the anti-climactic response. She’d been expecting a text more along the lines of “Me, Tarzan; You, Jane”. Her phone vibrated again and she looked down quickly. Surprisingly, the text came from another man. Dante: Dear Morana, whatever you just told Tristan, kindly don’t again. He is just itching to go punch my father in the face and that would be very inconvenient for our plans. I don’t want to get in between whatever you two have going on but please don’t egg him on right now. I need him focused. Thank you. Dante.

“I’ve tasted you now, Ms. Vitalio,” he whispered, his gaze locked on hers. “You can’t escape me now.” “You don’t scare me anymore, Mr. Caine,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“So are you calling me by my name now or do I have to get on my knees to get that?”