REAPER (SERPENT'S MC: BOOK 3)

Chapter 11

🎵...DIGITAL JUSTICE, NOW YOU ARE GONNA KNOW US,

HAIL TO THE KING AND QUEEN TO THE RUSKUS...🎵

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OLIVIA

I wake up to hell on my skin.

Someone is kissing me. No, not sweet, awkward, confused kisses I used to get when I forgot to discard my one night stands out of the door before morning. He's not the sweet type. Not confused. Definitely not awkward. He's the type of man, women would be afraid yet intrigued enough to experiment. The type your mother will warn you about. The type my father will disagree to even bat an eyelash on. God forbid if Sebastian Becker ever saw his precious virginal daughter in bed getting fucked by a biker.

He will kill me.

Not disown, just fucking get rid of me like I never existed.

And I'm sure mom wouldn't have a problem backing up my over-protective daddy. Devon will threat my parents to sue them, but he'll most probably end up in prison himself. Elliot might worry about me. But I'm pretty sure mom can just tell him that I was married off in a woods, making up something about me living in a cabin far from civilization. He knows how I hate the life mom leads so unfortunately, my brother will believe her bullshit with no problem.

I sigh. Looks like Reaper...no Fraser is the only one that can consume my freak nature for now. Who will get what I fucking need. And oh God, how he delivers. His kisses along my neck are like touches of a warm candle, the lingering pain with pleasure as if he's punishing me for something.

I keep my eyes close.

This way I don't have to feel guilty for giving in last night. I don't have to think about how he made me scream to wake up the whole town. How I came like never before. I bite my tongue to stop myself from moaning when his fingers tug my already painfully erect nipple. My chest feels too tight, breathing too hard.

He only stops for a moment. I think he gives me a choice to leave or stop him. But I don't. I wait patiently as he explores my clit with his finger. I gasp loudly when he thrusts one inside my already wet core.

I can't stop the embarrassed sounds. It hauls off the room. Stronger, demanding, powerful...and the worst thing is I want more.

I want him to go deeper.

To make me scream his name again and again.

He does and I come. This time he doesn't give me time. I hear the sound of a packet ripping. Before I can even open my eyes and see his eyes, he slams his hip and I feel him deep inside me. A scream dries in my throat and he groans.

Fuck!

My eyes roll back, nails digging into his shoulder for support. Does he know what it feels like him to impale on me again and again? How fucking amazing it feels? I guess he knows as he doesn't hold back. I feel my legs spread more, taking him harder. Faster. He shoves himself into me with a new determination that I'm already screaming his name as my orgasm hits me even before I realize what's happening. My vision blurs for a second. I hear his groan, feel him all over again with a gasp.

Even when I open my eyes, I can't seem to move. One night stands are supposed to be...just a one-night stand, not coming free with a morning quickie. But I don't say a word. The bed creeks when he finally moves. I expect him to say something or just walk away. But all I get is a painful grunt near my ears.

"I need to hit the shower."

But he doesn't move. He leans back to watch me as I watch him. His grey eyes almost dark.