Death Is My Friend with Benefits (Book Four - WA Winner 2013)

Chapter 18: Chick Flick

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He's not even blinking, I thought to myself, drowning in those darkening emerald eyes. They seemed to get bigger and bigger as Death slowly and carefully reprocessed what I had said.

            "Well?" Surprisingly my voice was bold and unwavering. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to lay one on me"-- I smacked my butt for effect -- "honey?"

            A slow, catlike smile began to spread along Death's mouth, until his lips peeled back from his large, straight white teeth , and he was grinning like a devilish piranha. Throwing his head back, Death fell into a fit of wicked laughter. The sound sinfully tickled the hairs on the back of my neck, making me cringe, and slid an imaginary finger up and down my back. I shivered violently at the noise and fought the urge to run the other side of the room.

            Abruptly, he stopped laughing. "Actually, princess, I was thinking of doing something else with that ass of yours." Death put his hands on his knees, and lazily stood up to his full, massive height. "Like beat it raw with my palm for disrespecting me, and for ruining the end of my damn book."

          "It's not my fault you're a slow reader!" I blurted, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as Death strode towards me, following me around the room in teasingly measured steps, "I know you wouldn't hit a girl, and you secretly have a soft spot for me, so stop trying to intimidate me. You're not."

            "Then why are you backing away from me? Remind me of that soft spot when you're bent over my knee. Maybe I'll finally find out if you're a screamer." He grinned wildly again, winking at me. "You definitely are, I can tell just by looking at you. I bet I could get you to come to me right now and let me punish you. Isn't that what you want, Faith? Punishment? Reapers are sadistic, why don't you give into your inner reaper so we can have some good, clean fun?"

            "Knock it off," I snapped, even though on the inside I was swaying with heat, my skin was on fire at the thought of him touching me. "You're screwing with me and avoiding the real issue here as you always do."

            "I think the real issue here is that I'm still dressed and you're not wailing for me to stop punishing you." Death played with the hem of his t-shirt, starting to life it up slightly and reveal his tanned stomach muscles. " I can't wait to palm you over and over and over again. Is it just me or is this room getting so... hot?" He licked at his lip piercing and looking at me from under his lashes. "Just imagine it, Faith. You're going to be an obedient little reaper ragdoll at the end of it all."

            "I'm already your rag doll." I swallowed hard, fighting not to give into his games. "The biggest issue here of them all is that you're an arrogant pr!ck that can't stand that I care about you. You're like the Grinch, it makes you cringe inside when people care."

            His lips twitched with a hidden grin. "Oh?" Death spoke to me as if I was a precious little thing that he pitied. "I'm like the Grinch? Won't you elaborate, little reaper?"

            "Sure thing! You're too cold and macho to admit that you care about me too," I said boldly, stepping towards him until we were dangerously close. I started jabbing at his chest with every word and letting my emotions crackle my voice. "In other words: you're a big baby. And you keep trying to push me away. And you'll keep pushing me away until I'm gone and you get what you want! And then when I'm gone, you'll just forget me. You'll move on. And that's the last thing anyone wants in the world, is to be just... forgotten."