Lahat ng Kabanata ng Property of Reaper King: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

I couldn’t sleep. For one, my cock was so painfully hard I couldn’t move comfortably. Two, she was cuddled so closely into me, I feared waking up. Her hair was over her face, her naked body pressed into mine from behind. She was small compared to me, so soft and curvy and—Her body pressed deeper into my hard on. I winced, fighting the urge to touch her. I could move her away. That would be best. Especially after all of this. After I…Fuck. What was I thinking? That I helped? That eating her out wasn’t feeding my selfish, pathetic desires but her? That I didn’t want to do it again and watch her eyes flutter open?I could already imagine it. I’d place my hand over her mouth this time so she couldn’t scream and wake everyone up. Then I’ll slide in. She’d be ready. She’d want it—You’re fucking disgusting.But how can I concentrate on that thought with her so close to me?I leaned in closer. She used shampoo and soap products but they weren’t harsh scented. I could still smell her, sm

Slink and I got in my car and drove to the Quarry. The second we arrived, I found him. My brother, Wolf, right on the edge. There was no one else there. Just him. Standing there at the edge, his face looking down with his hair blowing in the wind. “Wolf!”He turned his head to the side. I saw the bruise on his face and for a second, I was worried but that didn’t stop me from marching to him. “Don’t come close to me or I’ll—”The moment I was close enough, I grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him back. He fell to the floor, dust gathering over his face. I walked to him and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. dragging him further from the edge. He fought, struggled, said words I couldn’t give a fuck about, and when we were far enough, I released him and he sprawled onto the ground, coughing. “I’d hit you but it seems like someone already has.”He stared at me, his eyes filled with rage. My brother who’s never been confrontational had eyes that reminded me far too much of our Fathe

“Yes, mama. I know. I—” I squeezed the washcloth on my thigh, pressing the phone closer to my face. “Yes. Of course. I understand.”The call ended immediately after, the sound of the kettle filling the empty cabin. I forced myself to spread a happy smile on my face and took it off the mantle. Then it fell. I held back a scream as the kettle fell to the floor, my face grimacing as the hot water splashed over my legs. It hurt but I was used to it. “Are you alright?” Joseph’s voice had me opening my eyes, settling on him on his knees, his hand on the back of my leg as he stared at my skin before looking at me. “Answer.”I forced another happy smile. “I’m fine. Just clumsy.”Joseph's jaw tightened. His hand didn't move from my leg. “That's not what I asked. I asked if you were alright.”The weight of his stare made me want to look away. But I'd learned long ago that looking away made people suspicious. Made them ask questions. Made them think something was wrong. “I'm fine, Joseph. Re

My hatchling was as beautiful as the day I lost her. How long had it been? She walked into the house, ignoring the guards around the place. Her eyes were dead and hollow, the fire in her gone. I hated it. I wanted to slap it out of her. Tell her to focus. Tonight was not the time. Not when he was so close to coming here. But I smiled and took her to my room. “I’ve called in a personal stylist and a hairdresser.”“Okay.”Doesn’t matter. He’ll take the bait. She’ll be easy for him to feast on in this state. But I did not leave. I watched as they did her hair, did her makeup, put her in a dress that I specially picked for this occasion. She said not a single word. Not a joke. Not even her usual sarcastic remark. Speak. Speak. Speak. That was everything my brain screamed at me as I prepared for the dinner before I walked back to where she was. My study. She stood at the wall, a cigarette in her hand. I took out mine and stood by her side, lighting it. “It’s ill advised to smoke ins

I shouldn’t have come. “You must be insane.” Blake Benson’s voice stayed stable even if I could hear the venom as I closed the door to my truck and turned to look at him. “Coming for her twice publicly.”My knuckle bones hurt from smashing in the face of the guy I’d noticed pointing a gun at me from above. I’d already sent Buggy to come take Samantha home. All that was left was her. “Then your sniper should do his job better.”“You’re putting her life at risk, making yourself a cause of liability—”“Benson.” I said, my voice cutting into the conversation. I needed to be by her side. I needed to be with her. “You don’t seem to understand it yet so I’ll explain because it seems your father didn’t tell you. But I will kill you the next time she’s by your side and she ends up in tears. I let her choose you but you keep failing. If you can’t stop being a liability and a mistake, I’ll make sure you never see her again,”I didn’t wait for his response. In the next second, I was turning ove