The Reaper's sons
As I wiggle my eyebrows, I can’t keep a straight face anymore and laugh at the look on Kiera’s face while the men who overheard me start whistling, screaming and clapping their hands.
Kieran stops right in front of me, leans in, and whispers, “Tonight, baby, that ass is mine. If you think I won’t eat it like a starving animal, you’re dead wrong. Don’t go crying around because this time, I won’t be gentle with you. I won’t hold back. Not anymore. Let’s see if I can fuck the sass out of you.” He presses his lips to my neck and steps away, grinning like a fool.
I stay where he leaves me for another few minutes, gaping at him even as he enters the tent inside which Octavius is hiding from the su