Page 13 of Scream, Little Thief

“Fuck!” He digs his fingers into my hips when his own climax takes over, and he fills me with his cum.

I gasp for air. My knees shake and give way. Reaper loops his arm around me, stopping me from falling to the ground. He holds me close to his chest.

I’m a panting, shivering, blissed-out mess. My mind can barely catch up with what happened. What we just did in front of—and with—the other guys . . .

Holy crap.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when Reaper straightens behind me.

“Leave us.”

It’s an order, and everyone follows it.

As I watch the men go, I don’t feel the least bit of disappointment. Not with Reaper still with me, holding me like I’m precious to him, his cock still inside me, fingers caressing my sweaty skin.

The hot tub seems more alluring than ever right now, but just as I open my mouth to suggest getting in, Reaper takes a step back, releasing me from his embrace.

A shiver races down my spine, my body already missing him.

“Come with me.” He pulls me into a corner and extinguishes the torchlight so the shadows swallow us both.

It’s so dark I can’t see a thing. I can only feel Reaper towering over me.

Then I hear the rustle of clothing, and . . .

Wait. Hang on a second. Is he taking off his mask?

“Reaper . . .?”

Suddenly, my muscles tense and my heart races for completely different reasons than before.

He doesn’t say a word, just takes my face into his hands.

Then he crushes his mouth to mine.

CHAPTER NINE

At first, I’m too stunned to respond. Then my body reacts before my mind can catch up. My heart explodes in my chest as I wrap my arms around his neck and start kissing him back.

Reaper and I may have had sex a couple of times now, even including other people in our games like we did tonight, but this is the first time he’s taken off his mask and kissed me.

This is our first actual kiss.

He pulls me closer, one hand on my hip, the other roaming up my back, until he plunges his fingers in my hair, holding me close. My moan escapes into his mouth as he bites my lip, then again when our tongues first touch. Little by little, the fervent kiss turns into something else. Something deeper. Crushing lips and longing moans, where dreams and reality bleed into one, until I don't know where I end and he begins. Until there’s nothing else but this kiss and the man devouring me.

When he finally lifts his head, we’re both breathing hard.

I still can’t see his face, because he’s towering over me in the dark corner, the only light coming from the room behind him. But I’m pretty sure the intensity of our kiss surprised him just as much as me. And yet neither of us seems able to find the words to describe what just happened or what it meant.

If it even meant anything.

But it has to mean something. Right?

“Riven . . .”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I blurt out, “I need to clean up.”

He hesitates for a heartbeat or two, not moving an inch.