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Raven

M y irritation starts to bubble to the surface. So much so that I don’t even hear when Reaper’s bike disappears down the street. Now, all I hear outside are crickets and the occasional echo of cars from the nearby highway.

He left me. The asshole actually fucking left.

Whatever. Gives me time to myself finally.

I rummage through my bag, seeing if there’s anything else I want to grab when I decide to leave, whenever that may be. Hell, with my newfound freedom, I may stay here all night. Fuck having a babysitter stalking me all day long.

The forgotten bottle of tequila in the kitchen is calling my name. I make it two steps before a loud pounding rattles the front door, making me nearly jump out of my skin.

What the fuck.

With my hand over my heart, I approach the door, grabbing the pocket knife from my side. It won’t do me much good if whoever is at the door has a gun, but it’s better than nothing. I inch toward the angry sound. I never locked the door behind Reaper when he left. Something I’m now kicking myself for.

What if it’s Dom or one of his cronies outside? Fuck.

I’m only feet away when the door bursts open, sending me stumbling back. I raise my knife, preparing for a fight, when I see the intruder glaring at me. Dark eyes and a familiar scowl hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m too shocked to move or speak as the hulking man comes barreling inside. He looks pissed as he slams the door behind him.

“You didn’t even lock the door when I left? Are you looking for trouble?” Reaper’s voice is gruff and angry as he seethes at me. “It could have been anyone outside trying to get in, and you would’ve served yourself on a platter for them.”

He’s right. When I heard the pounding on the door, he was the last person I expected to see behind it. But I’m not going to tell him that. In fact, fuck him for thinking he can lecture me about my poor choices in life— Mr. MC Enforcer . Pot, meet kettle.

Reaper is the last person on Earth I’d take life advice from. And now, he’s pissing me off again. I take a step closer, closing the distance between us. “Fuck you, Grim. I can take care of myself.”

Red flashes in his eyes as he spins me around, trapping me against the door and his hard body. Large hands cage me in, settling on either side of my head as Reaper leans close. “You think so, Princess?” His hot breath ghosts across my face as my chest heaves with every inhale.

I nod, licking my lips as I try to hold my ground. “That’s right,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster.

Heat floods my lower half when he moves closer, pressing his pelvis against me. “Right,” he says, “and if one of those scum bag Bastards was outside instead of me, you could handle that too, huh?”

My throat bobs as I swallow hard, trying to fight the urges his proximity has awoken in me. “Yeah,” I say, amassing all my self-control, hoping he can’t tell how weak he’s making me. “I’d handle that just fine.”

A low growl sounds deep inside his chest, rumbling through my veins like a mating call. I force my eyes to meet his, resisting the impulse to arch into him at the sound. Suddenly, he grabs my jaw, locking me in place as his fingers squeeze. It’s not forceful enough to bruise but enough to demand my attention. His grip screams he’s the one in charge, and for once, I don’t want to fight him.

Reaper’s chest presses against mine as he snarls, “You’re the mouthiest fucking brat I’ve ever met in my life. Someone should really shut you up.”

A thrill races through me at his words, and wetness pools between my legs. “You think so?” I reply. “Go ahead then, Big Guy, try to shut me up.”

It’s a challenge as much as it’s a command. And the fire in Reaper’s eyes tells me he's intrigued. Another growl rumbles inside him as his hand releases my face, moving to grip my hip instead. His other palm wraps around my neck as he forces me to meet his eyes.

My heart races, and my pussy throbs as I wait for his next move. The gruff enforcer holding me captive looks both enraged and ravenous as he pins me against the door. The hardening length in his pants gives him away as he pushes closer.

His eyes blaze as I open my mouth once more. “Go on, Reaper,” I taunt, “you think you’re man enough? Go ahead. Try to shut me up.”

I know what I’m doing, what I’m asking for, but is he man enough to take it?

My question is answered not half a second later as his mouth moves lightning-fast, connecting with mine in a mix of fury and passion. The kiss is forceful, furious, and dominant, making my knees weaken. I match his fervor, thrusting my tongue against his as we press even closer together.

Hands grip my ass, lifting me from the floor, and my legs wrap around his toned waist. My nails dig into his scalp as I lose myself in his taste. Fuuuuck, I’ve never been kissed like this before.

His lips are angry and strong and commanding. He doesn’t just kiss me. He fucking owns me, and for once in my life, I don’t give a damn what that implies. He can own me until the day I die if he keeps kissing me like this.

More. I need more, and if the stone-hard erection poking my hip is any indication, so does he. I tangle myself around him, begging for what I need, what we both crave. Instead of giving it to me, he pulls away, dropping my feet back on the floor.

I’m not proud of the whimper that comes from my mouth as he does, but hey, I have needs that aren’t being met. Before I can voice my objection, he kisses me again, hard, biting my lip as he pulls away.

“We’re going back to my place to finish this,” he tells me. “If the Bastards are looking for you, they’ll come here first, and I don’t want a bunch of those scumbags busting in while I’m balls deep in you.”

Well, fuck me.

I bite back my surprise, nodding my agreement as he shuffles us away from the door. Quickly, I grab my bag and bolt outside as Reaper locks the door behind us. The anticipation of what else he has in store is almost enough to light me up.

If he fucks half as well as he kisses my pussy is in for a real treat. My girl thrums with excitement when Reaper fires up his bike. The vibration between my legs only increases my anticipation as my hands wrap around his waist. It’s so tempting to slip my hand inside his jeans and feel the size of what I’ll be working with as we speed down the empty streets.

It’s a strong effort to keep myself from doing that in the long minutes it takes to reach his house. Instead, I coast my fingers along the sinewy plains of his abdomen, appreciating the hard-earned muscles beneath his shirt. He tenses with my every movement, telling me he’s as amped as I am.

When we arrive at his place, Reaper hops off the bike, tossing me over his shoulder as he bolts for the door. The lustful look in his eyes holds a promise of what’s to come, and I can’t fucking wait.

Hands roam my body all the way to the door, making me itch for more. When he sets me down inside, a lust-filled haze consumes me. The sound of things toppling to the floor echoes through the house as we race through his living room. It doesn’t matter how much chaos we unleash; we’re on a mission.

Inside his bedroom, Reaper’s lips trail my neck as he kicks the door shut behind him. Before I can speak, his mouth crashes against mine in a hungry fury, taking as much as he’s giving. Large hands pull me against him, leaving no space between us.

My fingers tangle in his long, dark locks, holding him hostage as my tongue dances with his. We’re lost in a flurry of passion that nothing and no one can disturb. The only thing that matters is exploring the overwhelming desires that have erupted between us.

I pull away long enough to pull my shirt over my head. Reaper does the same, leaving his chest bare, giving me a dazzling view of his scarred and tattooed torso. His muscles contract with every ragged breath as he pins me with a wicked stare.

My core clenches at the sight, and I need to feel his skin on mine. I tear my bra off, tossing it into the abyss somewhere behind me. The view of my bare breasts makes Reaper growl in approval. He licks his lips and moves closer, arms outstretched to take his fill.

Rough, calloused hands explore my skin. My nipples pinch between thumbs and fingers as the gruff enforcer massages my chest. A throaty moan escapes my lips as my eyes roll back. I arch into his touch, begging for more. When something warm and wet touches my excited nubs, I gasp.

Looking down, I see Reaper kneeling before me, tasting my flesh. His hands never leave my body as he worships every inch of my bare skin. Eyes drawn tight, I get lost in the sensations, never wanting this to end.

Cool air licks my skin, alerting me to Reaper’s absence. When I open my mouth to protest, his lips meet mine once again. He walks me backward as his palms take greedy fistfuls of my ass while his tongue slides hungrily over my own. The back of my legs hit the mattress, nearly sending us toppling down. Strong arms keep us upright as my hands start to wander.

My fingertips itch to feel his length as they course down his body. As they reach the top of his jeans, I nip his lips, pulling away enough to see the space between us—I want to see him when I set him free. As I move to unbutton his jeans, he grabs my wrists, pinning them to my sides as he crowds me once again. With a fast and hard kiss, he pushes me back, sprawling me over his bed. The motion makes my tits bounce, and Reaper mutters his approval as he strokes himself through his clothes.

I shoot him a sensuous smirk as I start working down my own jeans. As I start sliding the denim over my hips, the rough man in front of me takes charge. He tears the fabric down my legs, leaving me dressed only in thin, black panties. At the sight, Reaper wets his lips, moving closer.

I lose all rational thought as he glides his fingers up the inside of my thighs. He stops as he reaches the seam of my underwear, making me groan in frustration. I’m soaked and more than ready for him. All he has to do is stop teasing me. As I go to tell him as much, his mouth descends, tracing languid kisses where his hands were, making me forget my words. His beard tickles my skin everywhere he moves as his tongue leaves a trail of hot moisture in its wake.

I jolt when his mouth covers my clothed pussy, nipping and kissing me through the thin cotton. My hands grip his hair as he works me through the barrier, earning a loud moan as he goes. He brings me to the edge of ecstasy before pulling away, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I need more.

Sitting up, I shoot him a playful glare. My eyes draw immediately to the bulge threatening to burst through his pants. It’s staring straight at me, begging me for release. Who am I to deny him?

Salivating, I palm his dick through his jeans, feeling the sheer size of him. Even for a tall man, he’s huge. Bigger than I’d imagined, and I haven’t even seen him yet.

Unwilling and unable to deny myself any longer, I undo his jeans, popping the button, and sliding his zipper down. I start to salivate more when I discover Reaper’s going commando. The realization only makes me hornier. His happy trail leads straight down to a groomed patch of dark hair. Only a few more inches, and I’ll have a perfect view of what’s waiting below.

I slide his jeans down, dragging out my first look at Reaper’s impressive manhood. With every second, more of him is exposed, and my pussy aches with anticipation.

When his length springs free, I can’t help the gasp that echoes off my lips. He’s even bigger now. No other man could prepare me for this. One look, and I know that monster could break me in half, and I can’t fucking wait. Mouth still gaping, I stare at the long, throbbing appendage before me. Moisture leaks from his tip, tempting me to steal a taste.

A low, deep chuckle rumbles from Reaper as he strokes my cheek. “So, that’s what it takes to shut you up,” he says with a smirk.

I glare up at him, still wordless, after seeing the biggest dick on the face of the Earth spring from his pants. He reads the message on my face loud and clear anyway. My retort of Fuck you, blazing in my eyes.

He sucks his lip into his mouth as he watches me through hooded eyes. “Don’t worry, Princess, you’re about to,” he answers.

His jeans and boots disappear along with my panties, leaving us both nude. Reaper swipes a package from the nightstand, situating himself between my legs. His cock throbs as I take in his towering body, letting my eyes roam over every hard muscle, studying every scar.

Fuck, even those are sexy.

The confident smile he slips on as I rake over his body only makes me want him more. Cocky, sexy bastard.

A heavy weight settles over me, and I feel the thickness of his rigid shaft as he brings us closer than ever. Lips find lips, tongues melt together, and teeth nip swollen flesh as Reaper kisses me again. My eyes close as I fist the sheets beneath us.

An unwelcome thought invades my mind, interrupting what was about to be the hottest sexual experience of my life. How many women has he had in this bed? Has that bitch from the club, the brunette who’s always flirting and eye fucking him, ever been here?

The tension in my body gives me away, and Reaper pulls back. “Why’d you stop?” I ask, hoping he’ll continue and make me forget my intrusive thoughts.

“I can tell your gears are turning. I can feel it.” He huffs out a short laugh, looking between us. “You have an anaconda between your legs, and your brain is still stirring up bullshit,” he huffs.

A rush of heat floods my cheeks. Why now? Why is this happening?

Fuck. I never get like this. Never has it mattered who or how many others my lovers have fucked before me. Why the hell does it matter now?

In my embarrassment, I turn away only to have Reaper pull me back, making me face him. His next words are unexpected. “For the record, Doc keeps us clean. The club is too important for any of us to go down from some bullshit STD. And I’m too busy to fuck around most of the time.”

Well, I didn’t see that coming. I guess it makes sense, though. Between all the jobs Viper sends him on and his guard duties, he wouldn’t have much time to sneak off to get his dick wet.

My wheels are still turning as he continues, “None of the sweetbutts are worth it,” he tells me. “Too used up and loose for me.” I immediately think of the brunette. “Some of them try, but I don’t give any of them what they want. Haven’t in a long time.”

When I don’t say anything, Reaper sighs. I study his face as it contorts in a way I’ve never seen on him before. He almost looks embarrassed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman in my bed,” he admits, making my eyes fly wide. “I don’t intend to waste any of it. So, if you’re having second thoughts, this is your chance to say it.”

He watches me, waiting for my answer. The information dump he unloaded was a lot, but it hasn’t changed anything. I still want this, and I’m more eager than before now that I know the MC skank hasn’t been here like I thought.

I take a breath and look him dead in the eye as I push him up. His brows furrow until I spin us around, pinning him beneath me as I straddle his still-hard cock. The tension leaves his body as he realizes I’m not ending things. With a smirk, I take the condom and roll it over his shaft. A primal moan vibrates in the back of his throat as I fist his massive member.

“For the record,” I tell him, “I’m clean too. I got tested shortly after Jesse and I last—”

A growl of jealousy comes from Reaper, silencing my last few words. His hands grip my hips hard as he snarls, “I don’t want to hear another man’s name come from those lips of yours when you’re straddling my dick.”

He shifts his hips, sliding his tip inside me, stretching me as he promises, “I’m gonna fuck the memory of everyone else out of your brain, Raven. By the time we’re done, you won’t know anyone’s name but mine.”

I’m not sure which part of that was hotter. The promise he gave me, or the sound of my name coming off his tongue. All thoughts leave my body the second I slide down, impaling myself on his shaft. I’ve never felt so full before. The sensation is intoxicating, freezing me for a moment. I let myself get used to his size as I sit there, basking in the feeling of his hands all over me.

I’ll be bruised tomorrow, that’s for sure. Reaper doesn’t do gentle, but that’s the last thing I want. I want him hard and rough. I want him to annihilate me with his cock. His marks should be as bold on my body as my tattoos. That’s what I want. I want him to claim me, to fucking own me.

My hips start thrusting, making Reaper hiss. With every movement, he curses, telling me how tight I am and how incredible I feel squeezing him. Every sound he makes is a trophy, and I want more. I want all his sounds. I want fucking everything.

I start to move faster and his eyes open. They hold mine captive as he meets me thrust for thrust, plowing deeper inside me as we fuck each other senseless. I cry out as my first orgasm erupts, gripping him tight as he continues to move beneath me.

I’m still panting, basking in the afterglow of my first climax with the man I once hated when he flips us over. He grabs my legs, pushing them into the mattress as he fucks me harder. My pussy is still throbbing as he chases orgasm number two, and I lose my fucking mind.

Two condoms and twice as many orgasms later, I’m back on top, riding him once again as my sensitive nub begs for mercy. We’re a sweaty, writhing mess as we grind against one another with no end in sight.

If I’d known before how good this would be, I would have spent less time antagonizing him and more time getting him naked. Reaper is a fucking god in the sheets. His stamina is unmatched, and I know I’ll have to wave the white flag long before his cock is ready to give up.

“Mmmmm, fuck. Ohhh, fuuuck,” I moan as Reaper pumps into me from below.

“Nnngh,” Reaper grunts, “come again, Raven. Come all over my cock.”

My voice hitches as I start to move faster. I’m grateful for his missing headboard right now. We would have demolished the wall behind the bed if one were in place. The bed starts to squeak as we move faster. Reaper’s thrusts grow harder as we both groan at the sensation. I’m panting as I flatten my palms over his chest, keeping myself upright as he continues fucking me into oblivion.

A cool breeze blows at my back, sending chills down my spine as my core tightens. I let out another throaty moan as I bite my lip. Then, Reaper looks murderous as he glares at something behind me. “Get the fuck out, J!” he shouts, making me turn toward the intruder.

Hurried footsteps and a closing door sound far away as my orgasm crashes over me. I grind harder against Reaper as his thrusts become wild and uneven. My walls grip his dick, milking him for all he’s worth as I start to tremble.

It’s minutes later, when I’ve come out of my haze, that I realize we’ve been caught. Jesse walked in on us, and I can’t find it in me to feel anything but elation. Multiple orgasms in one night will do that to you.

I’m panting on top of Reaper as he pulls off the condom, tossing it in the bin before running a calloused hand over my body. He palms my tits while licking a bead of sweat that runs down my neck, making me tingle.

My dripping cunt aches for more, but I’m spent. I run my hands up his glistening chest and around his neck as I lean in for a languid kiss. His tongue dominates mine before a sharp sting erupts over my backside. I know if I look, I’ll have another of Reaper’s handprints on my ass, and I fucking love it.

With a teasing nip of his lips, I extract myself from his grip to stand on wobbly legs. He holds me steady as I get my bearings.

A minute passes as we come back down to Earth. We locate our clothes and dress, watching one another as we cover ourselves. The devilish look in Reaper’s eyes tells me if we hadn’t been interrupted, he’d still be fucking me senseless right now. The thought brings a smile to my face.

Side by side, we enter the living room and face a bewildered Jesse. The drink in his hand and the shock on his face say it all. This was the last thing he expected to find tonight, and we have a lot of explaining to do.