Criminal Minds Fanfiction Reid Hurt Novels & Stories

My beast still claws at my insides, desperate to rip through the walls, to burn the New Moon Pack to the ground—and maybe even the Blood Moon Pack for giving up on her so easily. “He hurt her,” I finally manage, my voice cracking under the weight of the words. Reid’s posture stiffens, his eyes narrowing as his arms drop to his sides. “Who?” he demands, his voice sharp, his fists already curling in anticipation I know he's ready for a fight. “Her husband,” I grind out, pacing the room to release the restless energy building inside me. “That son of a bitch is more twisted than I thought.”

Reid had always been the same jerk he was years ago when Adrian first met him, and now, as on every occasion they crossed paths, Adrian regretted the day he ever got to know Reid. "Why all this commotion, huh?" Reid mocked Adrian. "I've already touched her. I felt her skin under my touch," Reid said, releasing amused laughs as he enjoyed every bit of fury he saw in Adrian's face. "I put my hands into her body and touched her, perhaps in ways you never did," he continued. "You simply did your work as a doctor. Cut out this stupidity!" Adrian shouted. Reid drank from his small glass of champagne and flashed a sinister smile.

Her scent was trapped in my senses, clinging to my skin, my clothes, my whole damn room. I’d spent half the morning trying to drown it out, but nothing worked. The smell of her arousal was like a drug driving my wolf crazy. I knew more than anyone else that it was crazy to see my daughter's best friend in that light but seeing how hungry she was for me made my thoughts spiralled out of control. “Maybe I should just have called for Jessica instead,” I contemplated as I rubbed my temple. Fingering Reina had given so much satisfaction, one I hadn't felt before. I just needed to see it again one more time to confirm if I'd finally ran mad.

Occasionally, I hear him moving, hear his deep voice arguing, and always fading before it can land any blow. Mostly, there is silence that seeps into my bones, presses down on my chest, fills my head with cotton, and slows my thoughts until everything blurs together: the memory of blood slicking my thighs, the burn of shame, the cold bite of marble on my cheek as I lay at the foot of the stairs. Miles's cold and contemptuous voice. Roxy's last text, gloating from the darkness. I replay it all on a loop, searching for the seam that will let me rip the memory out and throw it away.

“And you! ‘Minimize it later’? ‘No permanent damage’? Is that all you have to say? She was in pain! She’ll have to go through more procedures because of your boss’s stupidity!” Domenico bore it all. His eyes held only profound remorse. “You are right, Marta. She is right. Signorina Serena, this leg is my responsibility. For life.” A wave of bleak irony washed over me. This stranger, a man from a violent world, offered sincere penance. Yet Cassio, the man I’d loved for eight years, had offered only betrayal and a death sentence. My face must have darkened. Marta misinterpreted my expression. She grabbed the knife from the car’s first-aid kit and pressed the hilt into my hand.

“You, me, here. This is your life now. Not some spoiled sociopath trying to rewrite the past.” She didn’t answer. She just buried her face in my chest and let herself finally breathe. And I held her. ~ ~MARCUS REYNOLDS~ Crack. The glass tumbler hit the wall and exploded, scotch dripping down the paint like blood on silk. His jaw clenched. His breath was sharp. Shallow. From across the darkened room, the glow of the laptop screen lit up the place. Slightly. The image froze for a moment... Raven’s face, red and humiliated, being dragged past a hedge maze like some drunk wedding crasher.

A time I played by rules that kept him untouchable. Not anymore. This time, I’d rip his liver out while he watched. I’d paint his legend with his own blood. Reid is back? Not for long.

Alice's suicide. My destroyed reputation. All just an accident to him. Seeing Marcus's earnest appearance, his genuine belief that we could just move on, I felt something snap inside me. I picked up the bowl of mushroom soup—Alice's favorite—and poured the entire contents over his head. The hot liquid soaked through his hair and dripped down his face, instantly making him look disheveled and pathetic. Marcus sat there, stunned, soup dripping from his chin. "To compensate her," I said, my voice deadly calm, "you didn't hesitate to frame your intended mate for seducing others. You personally locked me in a mental hospital and made me kowtow and apologize to that rapist."

One of his hands was on his hip the other bouncing a flogger on his shoulders. "Do you know why you are acting this way?" he asked as if he already knew all the answers. I gave him a confused look and shook my head. "To get my attention and now that you have my attention what are you going to do with it?" he said as he got closer until all I could see was his eyes. Reed in the waking world and the Dom I dreamed about merged into one.- I shot up out of bed because the memory and the reason why Reed was so familiar came into focus. I dropped my head in my hands and shrieked in anger, in frustration, in embarrassment.

Xander tried to walk past her, but the nurse blocked his way, “Sir, please. The patient needs some rest." “I won’t disturb her. I will only see her once and get out without bothering her.” Xander walked past her, but the nurse again tried to block him. This time, Riley intervened, “Let him go. It will not take much time.” The nurse watched Xander enter the ward helplessly. She sighed and shook her head, "You don't understand." She looked back at Riley and explained, “She is mentally ill. But those monsters haven't stopped raping her. She is scared, and Mr. Reid’s presence would only stimulate her. I don’t know how will she react.”