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Chapter Twelve

Asha

I gripped the sides of the desk with my cheek pressed into the glossy surface. My breath painted a streak of fog across the dark mahogany. Every thrust of his hips blasted electric pleasure through mine. My stomach clenched, my legs quivered, and my body quaked. I couldn’t express how otherworldly everything he did was. It just was . Nothing would ever compare. He’d ruined me. No one would ever come close. The only word that made sense was perfect.

Shadows crept over the desk, back shortly after he’d sent them away. I watched them, helpless but secretly loving it. They snaked closer and slowly disappeared under my chest and stomach. Like it were his fingers roaming my sweat-saturated flesh, they teased my nipples to points and sought out my clit, the friction of them writhing with every thrust heavenly.

It was both absolute bliss and insane torture.

I gasped and tried to get away, but the hand holding my face down pressed harder and kept me firmly in place, so all I could do was curse and thrash every time the explosive sensations rushed straight to the building tension between my hips.

A pleased growl rumbled from the man behind me before his hips smacked into my ass a few more times. His chest fused with my back when he bent over to torment my ear with his teeth and tongue. “That’s a good girl. There’s no running from me or my shadows, little raven. Not today, anyway.”

Thanatos made good on his promise earlier. He pounded into me without mercy like he had the night before. Like we didn’t have time for slow and sensual. All the gentle but dominant killer could give me was rough and unhinged. But holy hell did he give it.

Not sure what I expected from a supernatural monster capable of taking souls, but wild grunts and hissing curses hadn’t been it. For some reason, I didn’t think someone like him would be overcome by the same things we mere mortals were. A supernatural badass capable of controlling shadows and tearing apart men with his bare hands wouldn’t lose control, right?

But he did.

The madness of his hips slapping into my backside and the way his hand clenched around my throat told a story of someone unraveling. Someone feral and wild with absolutely no fucks to give for what anyone else thought about it. Like me, he’d given himself over to whatever this thing between us was, and now I’d be fucked an inch within my life.

If anyone could kill me with sex, it was Death.

“You feel so fucking good, little raven. Like you were made just for me,” he whispered huskily into my ear, his hips hitting into me several more times to make his point. “Wet and tight like you never want to let my cock go. It’s any wonder how I manage to do anything else but fuck you.”

The way his pierced length rubbed and grinded all the right spots made it impossible for me to stay quiet. I cursed and gasped his name. I clawed at the glossy wood, trying to escape the amazing but powerful sensations, but the large hands on my hips kept driving me back on his massive shaft over and over, making it impossible to flee the pleasure he was giving me.

Despite having several orgasms already, Thanatos never stopped or gave me reprieve. Just drove his cock back inside and tormented my painfully sensitive body no matter how much I suffered and tried to smother my moans.

“Oh, go—”

His hand closed over my mouth, silencing the cry before I could finish making it. I’d nearly forgotten how frustrated the killer got when I’d uttered the name that meant nothing and something all at the same time. It made me wonder if God was real now that it was clear Death was.

Thanatos slammed into me again as if he’d heard my mind wander away from the unfathomable sensation plowing through my body. His thrusts sped up and the hard wood ledge cut into my thighs. I’d be bruised by tomorrow, but fuck did it feel good. Totally worth it for this girl who’d unlocked some new kinks in the process.

When the tension between my hips reached another breaking point and I arched back, the growling killer grabbed me around the throat and waist and fucked me like he was worried we wouldn’t finish. But he came quickly after another blissful wave took me. Liquid poured down my thighs. It was another reminder that even if he was a supernatural beast, Thanatos was still just a man—a slave to his desires.

Before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly dressed with the supernatural bad boy whispering next to my ear, his hand on my hip because my legs were wobbly and unstable at best, “We’ll finish what we started later, little raven. Unfortunately, that bastard decided today would be a good day to do his fucking job.”

Wait, what? Who?

I couldn’t gather my thoughts. I was pleasurably numb everywhere and my head was in a daze. I might be dressed, but I was covered in sweat with my skin still a vibrant hue of red. I sucked in a shaky breath as the door clicked open and Mark walked in looking equal parts bored and annoyed.

The asshole was lanky but worked out, so his suits always cut a nice shape on him. Which meant nothing when your face was as bland and as forgettable as they came. No amount of plastic surgery could save him. So, the asshole always made up for it by showing his wealth in everything he wore. Top of the line. Name brand. The latest fashion and accessories. He never wore the same suit. Never the same shoes. It was like he had an endless supply of them. As if he’d hit a shop before going anywhere every damn day of his life.

Must be nice.

My boss’s eyes glided over to the two of us, confused at first before he straightened like he did around his father and grandfather. “Mr. Muerte! I didn’t expect you until later this week. Did…uh, did Ms. Bailey show you in?”

Mr. Muerte? A little on the nose for those of us who knew a little Spanish. Wonder if he did that on purpose? Wait, of course he did. I’d picked up on Thanatos’s dark sense of humor since he’d upended my entire life and believed reality. It seemed like something he’d do to fuck around with Mark, who did not, in fact, speak a lick of Spanish. Nor would he ever bother. He fashioned his toxic white masculinity with every suit he donned.

I stole a look at Thanatos, still having a hard time breathing, but his expression gave nothing away. It took me nearly a minute to notice he was in an expensive-as-shit suit, too. Then another minute to realize he’d put me in a dress that showed every fucking curve—and all the red marks he’d left on my chest.

It was a gorgeous black lace that cinched at the waist and barely reached mid-thigh. By the looks of it, it was beyond expensive. Definitely nothing I could afford with my meager salary. By the very unsubtle onceover Mark gave me after bowing to Thanatos like we were in some weird period drama, he’d noticed it, too.

“Oh, Ash?” Thanatos replied, using my name intimately. Mark definitely noticed by the little glance he gave me. “Yes, she did. I asked her to show me around since I’ll be overseeing operations for the next couple weeks. If I remember correctly, this was meant to be…my office.”

Mark’s eyes widened, and it was the first time I’d seen him act like he didn’t own the fucking place. “Yes! Of course. Father explained everything. You can have this one…and any of the staff you deem worthy to assist you.”

To say I was having a hard time following would be an understatement, but it wouldn’t be any weirder than shadows and ravens attacking shapeless things with glowing eyes or a gorgeous killer who reaped souls for a living.

Such a weird fucking day.

“Ms. Bailey will do. She’s available to assist me for however long I need, yes? And I expect she’ll be paid extra for all the overtime I’ll require her to work.”

Mark’s eyes wandered over to me, but after Thanatos edged closer to my body, my boss combed shaky fingers through his sandy blonde hair and nodded. “Absolutely. Overtime. Better pay. She’s one of the best. She’ll give you everything you need.”

“I’m counting on it,” came Thanatos’s saucy reply full of double meaning.

Fucking hell.

“This is the new consultant you mentioned last week?” I pieced together, trying to appear as though I wasn’t still riding the bundle-pack orgasm he’d given me only a minute ago. Thanatos might’ve dressed me, but I could still feel liquid leaking down my thighs, and I clenched them together in horror, worried my overtly oblivious bastard boss would choose today to be observant.

“The very same. Smart girl.” Patronizing asshole. “See, she’ll be a great help to you, sir. She’s always working here on the weekends.” Yeah, thanks to you, you fucking lazy buffoon. “Grandfather tells me you’ve worked miracles for other companies. I had hoped to pick your brain and learn all your secrets over dinner. Are you free now?”

It didn’t take a genius to gather that Thanatos had already worked some supernatural sorcery on both Mark and his grandfather, but why was what I truly wondered. Did it have something to do with what happened earlier in the alley?

The little sideways smirk the impossibly tall man offered me meant my thoughts were likely projecting on my face again. “I’m afraid I have a prior engagement with Ash. She and I need to discuss our next steps. You understand, of course.” The smile he gave my shameless boss who couldn’t pick up on subtlety to save his life was nothing like the little grins he’d always give me.

So, of course, Mark replied, “Then I can join, yes? Let me grab a few things. We’ll get Ms. Bailey to clean out my office for—”

“No need. I’ll do it myself. Wouldn’t want Ash to spend her precious weekend cleaning house when I’m fully capable of doing that much myself. And I’d prefer the dinner to be with her, and her alone . Your father gave me everything I require to perform my duties, so you can go.”

I’d never seen Mark minimized to just another employee with quite as much ease as Thanatos accomplished in a few sentences. And I’d never been so turned on watching the arrogant asshole bite his tongue before taking his leave without another word. When the door shut behind Mark’s swift exit, probably horrified he was dismissed by someone he hardly knew, Thanatos offered me his hand.

Giving the sleek bastard an eyebrow, I placed mine on his. “So, I guess this means you’re sticking around?”

“Suppose it does. Upset I won’t leave you alone?”

“Does it matter what I think?”

His glittering blue eyes met mine, and the twitch of his mouth told me he was amused by me again. “More than you know.”

I threw him a bone. “Guess it doesn’t bother me as much as it should. But should I expect what happened in the alley to be a more frequent thing? And do you ever plan to tell me why I’m now the target of demons and angels?”

His jaw worked in an uncharacteristically candid gesture. “It won’t change anything, so no.”

I scoffed at his non-answer, expecting it. “Thought so. Twenty questions it is. I’ll get it out of you one day.”

Finally, he smiled. A genuine smile that reached his eyes. “That’s what I’m worried about, little raven, and it’s why I can’t seem to leave you alone.”

Smug, I walked out of the office with my chin up, ignoring some of the sideways glances the other girls working overtime gave me on our way out. Fuck, I hoped no one heard me. Their cubicles were pretty far from Mark’s office, but sound carried in this damn place. I’d likely be questioned come Monday morning, but not before everyone drooled over the new hottie who’d dethroned our asshole boss.