Calling on the Reaper (The Reapers #1)

by Haley Tyler

The only thing you need to know about me is that I’m fucking obsessed with you. I live and breathe to be around you. I survive to be with you. I haven’t found a way to end my

fucking existence because of you, because you’re my fucking soul. The little shreds of it I have left,” he rubbed his chest, “they’re yours. My sole reason to exist is you.”

I already knew he was attractive, that he was sell-my-left-tit-to-have-him-look-in-my-direction hot, but this was different altogether.

“Because their souls weren’t tied to mine,” he answered. “They were just another soul to me. You’re not. You’re something more.” I stared at him, my heart racing. I wrapped my hands around his giant ones, and he squeezed them tight. “Because none of them were my soulmate.”

“I fell in love with you when I saw you ride your dildo while you choked yourself with a scarf,” he said seriously.