Page 68 of Reaper's Desire

"Yes." She glares at me. "You told me. He was an assassin. He was going to kill me."

"He was going to fuck you, and then kill you. Do you get that? He would have fucked you and gotten off in you and then strangled you to death. He was going to wrap his hands around your throat and squeeze until you stopped breathing. That's what you walked into when you decided to prove a point."

Her face goes pale. "I didn't know?—"

"You didn't know because you didn't think." My hands clench into fists at my sides. "You were angry at me, so you went out and found the first man who would pay attention to you, and you almost got yourself killed."

Her eyes go glossy, but she still looks pissed off. "I was trying to?—"

"Trying to what? Punish me? Make me jealous?" My teeth clench, grinding together. "Congratulations. It worked. I was fucking terrified when I realized where you'd gone. When I saw his hands on you."

"You pushed me away!" Her voice rises. " You look at me like you want me, you touch me like you can't help yourself, and then you pull back and tell me it's a mistake. What am I supposed to think? I get now that it's all to protect me or whatever, but I didn't know that!"

"You're supposed to trust me when I say it's complicated."

"That's not an answer!" She jolts up from the bed, hands clenching at her sides, seemingly forgetting that she's naked. Andfuck, somehow she's even hotter when she's angry. "That's not an answer, Julian. You keep saying it's complicated, that I don't understand, that you're trying to keep me safe. But you won't tell me anything when it matters, or until it's too late. Youwon't tell me who you really are or why you're helping me or what you're so afraid of."

"I'm afraid of this!" The words explode out of me. "I'm afraid of you doing something reckless and getting yourself killed because you don't understand what we're dealing with. You think this is some kind of game? You think these people will hesitate to hurt you?"

"I know they won't. But that doesn't change the fact that you're lying. You've been lying this whole time. About who you are, about why you're helping me, about what you feel. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me."

"Isabelle—"

"No." She takes another step closer. "You don't get to shut me down this time. You don't get to push me away and tell me it's for my own good. I almost died tonight, Julian. I almost died, and the only reason that I didn't is because you came for me. If we're in this together, then you need to be honest with me! You keep me at arm's length, you refuse to touch me, you tell me it's a mistake every time we get close. But then you look at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters. So which is it, Julian? Am I just a job to you, or am I something more?"

The question hangs in the air between us. She's furious and flushed, an arm's length away from me, andfuck, I want her so badly it hurts. I should just fucking tell her the truth, put her on a plane to the safest place I can think of, and give all this up, but I fucking can't. I don't know what she'll do if she knows, but I know I have to save her if I can. She has to be the one good thing in this world that I manage to do before the end.

And I shouldn't touch her again. I was meant to be her murderer, and I have no right to any part of her. She wouldn't want me if she knew. But…

She's so close. Bare and beautiful, and I realize that I'm hard. My cock throbs, desire pulsing through me, andfuck… she's the only thing in this world I've ever been weak for.

I can't do this anymore.

I cross the distance between us and kiss her.

She gasps as I grab her, hauling her up in my arms as I fist a handful of her hair and crush my mouth against hers. I pull her head back as I devour her lips, and her legs go around my waist as she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.

She doesn't pull away. She pulls me closer. Her hands fist in my shirt, dragging me against her, and she kisses me back with the same desperate hunger. Her mouth opens under mine, and I taste the vodka on her tongue… and I'm lost.

I throw her back onto the bed where that asshole was going to fuck her a moment ago, desperate to brand my claim on her, to fuck her and make her mine. I yank at my shirt with one hand to drag it over my head as I grab her hip with the other, pulling her against me so she can feel how fucking hard I am.

I can't stop. Not this time. Whatever happens next, I can't do this again. I have to be in her, feel her, come inside her. I have to have her wrapped around me again, or I'll fucking die. I need to taste her.

I toss my shirt onto the floor and wrap one hand around her breast, teasing her stiff nipple as she moans and arches beneath me, sliding down her body. With my other hand, I undo my belt, yanking down my zipper and pulling my cock out as I press my mouth between her thighs like a starving man.

One taste, and I jerk my hand away from my cock. I'll come too soon if I stroke myself while I do this, while I feel the heat of her pussy under my tongue and taste her arousal flooding my mouth. I roll my tongue over her clit, gripping her breast in one hand and her hip in the other, holding her down for the onslaught as I lick her ravenously. I'm not slow or teasing;there's nothing gentle or drawn out about it. I want her to come, and I want her to come for menow.

She's already on the edge. She claws at my hair, my shoulders, bucking and writhing underneath me as I eat her perfect pussy, my tongue focused on her clit as it pulses beneath my tongue. "Julian! Julian, I?—"

Her entire body seizes up at once, and I kick my pants away frantically as I press my mouth hard against her pussy, sucking her clit between my lips to intensify her orgasm. Her moan rises to a shriek, and as the rest of my clothing falls to the floor, I rise up over her and fist my cock as I press the tip to her fluttering entrance.

I don't have a condom, but I can't stop.I'll pull out, I tell myself as my hips slam forward, sinking every inch of my thick, throbbing length into her as her back arches and she cries out, grabbing at my arms.

"Fuck, Julian!"

"You can take it, pretty girl," I growl the words as I bend forward and kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers. She feels so fucking good, her tight, hot pussy wrapped around me, engulfing every inch of my sensitive length. I could come right now, but I want more. I want to fuck this girl forever.

The thought jolts me, but it's not enough to stop me or slow me down. I thrust into her, again and again, hand tangling in her hair as I crush her mouth to mine. I angle my hips down, grinding into her clit with every stroke as she wraps her legs around me, her nails clawing at my shoulders and back. It's raw and feral and violent, and I want to keep going, to keep feeling this exquisite pleasure for as long as I can.