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Raven

T he vibration of the motor between my thighs only adds to my torture as Reaper speeds toward my house. I hate the thoughts that are running through my head. All of which involve the two of us naked and writhing while my deprived cunt finally gets what she wants.

That’s what I’m blaming this on, my hormonal twat. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be having this mental breakdown. If she were satisfied, Reaper and I could go on as we always have, acting like we loathe each other.

As we pull up to the house, I can’t help but notice the layers of hard muscle beneath his shirt. The muscles my fingers are now grazing as Reaper slows to a stop in the driveway. I wonder how they’d taste . . .

What the fuck. No. Don’t fucking go there right now, Raven. You can’t stand him, remember?

“You gonna let me go, Princess?” Reaper’s gruff voice interrupts my warring thoughts. I pull my hands away as if they’d been burned, hoping like hell that he can’t somehow read my mind. The look on his face doesn’t give me much confidence. There’s something twinkling in his gaze that knocks me off kilter. I hate it. It's the last thing I need right now, with my hormones in overdrive.

Swinging my legs over the bike, I make a hasty rush to the front door, scurrying to my room to collect myself. I shut the door behind me, hoping he won’t follow. He wouldn’t, right, not to my bedroom.

I hear the front door shut, then the sound of his footsteps as he strides through the living room. Every inch of my body freezes in anticipation as I listen, wondering what he'll do next. My body relaxes as I hear him settle somewhere near the kitchen. Letting out a shaky breath, I chastise myself for the ridiculous thoughts I let run free on the ride over.

I would never sleep with him. He’s just so—

“Hurry it up, Princess. We don’t have all night.” His voice cuts through the air, reminding me exactly why I can’t stand him.

Pushy. Demanding. Domineering. Asshole.

I can’t stand him. And that fucking nickname—I hate it.

I bite back my retort as I grab a bag and start shoving random things inside. My excuse to come here was a lie. I didn’t actually need anything. I needed to get away from that house and all those people and him.

Two out of three isn’t bad, I guess. Though, I’m still reeling from my pussy’s daydream on our way over. Why the hell couldn’t she feel this way about Jesse or Tweak or fucking anyone but Reaper? Jesse used to be plenty for her, but ever since I broke things off between us, she hasn’t felt that itch for him since. Nope, she’s moved on to bigger, badder, and more irritating dick to pine over.

Horny bitch.

With a heavy sigh, I zip my bag, hoisting it over my shoulder. I steel myself before opening the door, reminding my lower half to behave herself. It would be annoying to spend the next fifteen minutes stuck in fantasy land with naked Reaper again. I shake the thought from my head and beeline to the fridge. Before we leave, I need a fucking drink. Maybe that will take the edge off and make the ride back more tolerable.

As I pour a glass of chilled tequila, I hear heavy footsteps behind me. “The fuck are you doing?”

Setting down the bottle, I turn to face him. “I needed a drink,” I say with a shrug, bringing the glass to my lips.

He crosses his arms and glares at me. “Well, slam it. It’s time to go.” His demands are grating my nerves, making it easier to ignore my more primitive desires.

Instead of following his orders, I slowly sip my drink, eyeing him the whole time. When his jaw clenches, I decide to turn things up a notch. The empty glass in my hand fills again, and I turn to face him with a challenge blazing in my eyes.

You want me to leave right now? Fucking make me.

His fists ball at his sides at my obstinance, making me swell with pride. Pissing Reaper off was one of my favorite things to do when we first met. Why not have some fun now?

He takes a menacing step forward. “Put the fucking glass down. It’s time to go,” he says again, clearly not enjoying my antics.

My eyes narrow over the glass as I resist the urge to flip him off. Instead, I swallow the burning spirit and tell him, “I’m not ready yet.”

Reaper takes another step. “I don’t care. Get ready. I told Raptor we’d be quick.”

My temper flares. “I didn’t tell him shit. So, fucking deal with it. I’ll be ready when I’m ready,” I say, refusing to back down even as he crowds me against the counter.

His proximity makes my heart race, and I can see the simmering rage behind his eyes as he leans forward. “You’re a fucking brat. Knock your shit off, and let’s go.”

I shake my head through the nerves, pressing closer to him. He won’t win this fight. I won’t let him. I’ll leave when I’m good and ready. Until then, he can fuck off. “Fuck you, Reaper. I’ll take as much time as I fucking want,” I stand up straighter, looking him dead in the eye as I continue. “If you’re so hellbent on leaving, then go. I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

I know I’ve struck a nerve when his nostrils flare. His hands on either side of me clench around the edge of the counter. “Fine. You can take care of yourself? Fuck it. Good luck when the Desert Bastards come around to abduct your mouthy ass.”

His words are hot against my lips as he spews his venom. Why the hell does that turn me on? What the fuck is wrong with me?

For a second, I’m dazed, but manage to snap out of it long enough to grace him with my reply. “They’d be better company than you,” I growl, hoping my words strike deep, wanting him to feel the sting of my wrath.

I know I’ve hit my mark when he sneers down at me. “Fuck you, Princess.”

“Fuck you, Grim.” I retort as he pulls away and marches toward the door.

He storms outside, slamming the door behind him. As he goes, I hear him mutter, “Good riddance,” as he puts more and more distance between us.

Is he really leaving? Did I get my wish?

Who knew the big bad enforcer would defy his Prez’s orders because I poked at him one too many times? The defiant part of me is thrilled at this turn of events. But there’s a small, annoying part, controlled by my thirsty vagina, that's upset at Reaper’s departure.

She misses his proximity. When he leaned over me at the counter, a wave of arousal washed over her. I could almost feel her preening at the possibility of him leaning closer. Was he considering it? Was he even the least bit tempted?

I roll my eyes and slam what’s left in my glass. Why the fuck do I even care?

The sound of a loud bike firing up outside catches my attention. He’s really leaving. My wish came true. I got what I wanted.

But why do I feel so disappointed?