I scooted down his thighs, yanking his fly open and shoving down his pants. His semi-erect dick bobbed in the air.
“This is for raping me, you sonofabitch!”
I stabbed down, cutting into his shaft, watching with satisfaction as he jolted, trying to scream but all that came out were gurgles.
He lifted his gun with the last bit of strength left and pulled the trigger.
I didn’t move or avoid the bullet. A sharp sting accompanied by a dull throb in my left shoulder proved he grazed me, but I wasn’t shot. Sudden rage overcame me, and I kept plunging the knife down, stabbing his groin and chest until a deep, unsettling growl snared my attention.
Lifting my head, I faced a nightmare.
A man with dark hair brushing his shoulders and the mask of a devil on his features. A skeletal, demonic face that smiled down at me with the familiarity of a certain biker.
Daniel. Only . . . not quite Daniel.
“Rise, my precious. Drop the knife,” he ordered in a deep, guttural, commanding tone I couldn’t ignore.
The knife clattered to the ground, useless at my feet. “What are you?”
“Death,” he answered with a sardonic laugh. “A Reaper.”
Now it clicked. Everything Daniel said about being different and not to fear him. “My Reaper.”
“Yes,” he rumbled, staring at me with dark hunger.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me yours.”
“Yes,” he repeated, unable to hide the bulge in his jeans.
He strode forward, picking me up as he stepped over Bruiser’s body. My back met the seat of his bike as he yanked down my jeans, ripping them off with my shoes. His hands lifted me by the hips as he dove into my core, feasting on my pussy as my hands slammed down on the bike for balance. He licked, sucked, and fucked me with his tongue as a scream of pleasure left my lips.
“Need you.”
“Please,” I begged, opening wider.
His cock sprang free as he tore at his clothes, desperate to connect. I barely had time to drag in a single breath before his hips thrusted forward, and his cock slammed inside me. I didn’t know how, but with Daniel like this, he was bigger all over, especially down below.
He pounded into my pussy, driving me wild. I didn’t have to touch my clit to come. With a few more powerful thrusts from his hips, I exploded, crying out his name. A combination of Daniel and Reaper left my lips.
“Mine,” he snarled.
“Yes,” I answered, my body taking his dick and the hard pounding, another orgasm building.
“No, hear me,” he growled. “MINE!”
“Take me. Claim me,” I moaned. “I already told you I’m yours.” I could tell he was more this Reaper than man right now. More demon than human.
I loved it.
“I will paint you with my seed, and you’ll take all of it.”
Paint me—wait!
He had his dick in my face, the tip smacking my lips to open before I could say a word out loud. I opened my mouth, flicking out my tongue as a primitive yell seemed to burst free from his chest.
Jets of his cum spurted from his cock, coating my lips, throat, and tongue as I did my best to swallow it all.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Mine.”