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I feel like an ass for judging her when nothing she’s done is any worse than what I have. Not by a long shot.

I’m sure that I would be able to put her to shame.

And yet, there’s something about trying to wrap my head around all that she’s done that seems impossible.

I can’t put together the woman sitting beside me with the one who goes on killing sprees every couple of months.

She reaches for the articles I set to the side and tucks them back into the box. “If it makes you feel better, most of the people who died deserved it.”

“How many people know about this?”

“My family.” She lets out a strangled noise and gets up, pacing back and forth in front of me.

“They all ignore it, though. None of them are willing to acknowledge that every few months, I become the Reaper. I take off to another state, kill people, and then come back home as if nothing happened. Hell, the only time Aiden even acknowledges what I’m capable of is when he needs my services. ”

“Well, we already knew he was an ass, so you’re not telling me anything I didn’t guess at.”

She laughs, looking surprised before shaking her head. “You’re taking this better than I thought you would.”

I set the box on the floor before getting up and reaching for her, tossing her on the bed.

She smirks, propping herself up on her elbows, her gaze burning bright with lust as I unbutton the sleeves of my dress shirt and roll them up.

“I am very angry with you.” I advance on her, leaning over her on the bed. I drag her earlobe between my teeth, biting down until she lets out a little whimper. “I thought you would tell me the truth. I thought we were going to trust each other, and now I find out what you’ve been hiding.”

“People don’t like finding out their wife is a serial killer.”

I grab the knife from the bed, dragging the flat of the blade along her collarbone.

She shivers, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

Her legs spread open wider. “You know, it would be better for you to end the marriage now. I wouldn’t blame you. I wouldn’t let Aiden, either. I would tell him it was all my fault.”

Twisting the blade, I drag the fine edge against her skin, her soft hiss and the blood pooling on the barely-there cut making me hard as a rock. “Oh, no, I’m not letting you go now. Not a fucking chance.”

“Oh, really?” She hooks her foot around the back of my knee, pulling me down onto the bed.

I move the knife in time to keep from hurting her. “You think you’re funny, don’t you? You think that after everything you just told me tonight, you can still push me?”

“I thought you’d be more eager to teach me a lesson.”

Standing back up, I slip the knife beneath the hem of her shirt, cutting the fabric away from her.

I trace the blade between her breasts, leaving another rivulet of blood against her creamy skin.

The last of my patience is gone as she unbuttons her jeans and slips them down.

I cut her thong away from her before sinking to the ground and hauling her to the edge of the bed.

Her legs drape over my shoulders, the scent of her arousal addictive.

My tongue slips through her slick folds, capturing every drop before I swirl it around her clit, savoring her taste.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that she wants to keep me alive or knowing that my wife can handle herself that turns me on more, and it doesn’t matter.

All I want is to be deep between her legs while she claws at my back.

I want her mark on me. I want to be the one who survives. The one she keeps around. Her prize.

And in turn, she’s mine. Submissive. Compliant. Willing to bend for me in a way that she doesn’t for anyone else.

I may be the only person in the world with power over her, and there’s nothing that can take that high away from me.

As my tongue swirls around her clit, her moans grow louder.

My cock throbs against my zipper as I slide two fingers into her wet pussy, massaging her inner walls.

She flutters around me before she comes, soaking my hand as I pump faster into her.

Skyla rocks with me, her orgasm building again until she’s right on the edge for a second time.

I pull out and grab one of her hips, flipping her over.

While I’m pulling out my cock, she gets on all fours, her ass in the air and her dripping pussy begging for me.

I bring my hand down hard on her ass, leaving a red mark that’s going to sting for the next day or two.

“Please.” Her voice is little more than a whimper.

“You want me to fuck you?” I step closer to her, unbuttoning my shirt and letting all my clothing fall to the floor.

I slide my cock along her folds, grinding against her clit but not entering her. “You think that after the way you’ve been a dirty little secret-keeping slut, I should give you what you want?”

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to go fuck my vibrator, and it’s not going to be your name that I scream when I come.”

My hand lands on her other ass cheek, a second handprint there to match the first. “Try again. Beg for what you want. Show me who really has the power here.”

She rolls her hips, spreading her legs wider and showing off that pretty pink pussy of hers.

I smack her clit, grinning when she whimpers.

“Beg, Sky.”

“Please.” She gasps when I smack her clit again. “Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl.” I sink into her with one hard thrust.

Her inner walls wrap tight around me.

She squeezes down, making my cock ache as I grab her hips.

My fingers sink deep into her flesh as I pump into her, slamming hard over and over again.

She moans, scrambling to clutch at the sheets and keep her back arched.

I press a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her down and leaving her ass in the air.

When I slam into her again, she comes hard, her pussy pulsing around me.

My cock throbs, aching as I pound into her, burying myself to the hilt when I come.

It’s impossible to hold back. I can’t when she feels so good wrapped around me. Feels like home.

Especially when she’s willing to submit to me.

I pull out and lay on the bed beside her, pulling her to my chest and claiming her lips in a long and slow kiss that lasts until we’re both gasping for air.

“This changes nothing between us.” I brush my lips against hers again. “I’ll handle Grady in the morning.”

Grady yawns before slipping a cigarette between his lips. “When you said you wanted to meet this morning, I didn’t think you meant before the sun came up.”

“Well, the way I see it, you and I have a lot to discuss.” I lean against the streetlight, looking out at the fog that curls across the harbor.

“Emily showed up at Skyla’s business the other day.

She’s looking to get Skyla to divorce me.

Offered to cut me out of the picture and have my wife deal exclusively with you if she did. ”

“Clever on Emily’s part.” Pride practically pours out of Grady as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and lets out a thin ribbon of smoke.

“Yes, your spawn is rather enterprising.” I tuck my hands into my pockets, trying to keep as loose as possible even though there is nothing I would like more right now than to kill him.

Killing him would open a can of worms that I’m not ready to deal with.

At least, not yet.

Grady chuckles and turns to face me, his back to the open water. “You’re going to leave your wife.”

“I’m not.” My tone is firm as I stand taller. “I married Skyla, and I intend to keep the vows I made to her on our wedding day, whether you like it or not.”

Grady clicks his tongue. “Now, that would be a mistake. I don’t want to make your life complicated, Joshua. I like you. However, you’re pushing me to the point where standing to the side and waiting for you to make the right choice has become impossible. I can’t sit back any longer.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

He flicks the cherry off the end of the cigarette. “It means I won’t be held accountable for the problems that enter your life.”