Taken by a Monster (In the Arms of Monsters 2)

“To be out in the open with you. To be fair. I took you to hurt you. I was going to break every single part of you. Crush you. I didn’t want Preacher to ever get you back and if he did, you were going to be nothing more than a broken shell of who you used to be.”

“Why did you change your mind?”

“You.” He laughed. “You started talking and I don’t know what the fuck it is you’ve done to me, but I can’t get you out of my fucking mind. I care about what you think and what you feel.” He shook his head. “Nothing is ever going to change that. Not after last night.” He turned to look at her. “I’ve had my share of women, Robin. I’ve fucked plenty of women in my time. I’ve made them do dirty things just because I could, and they were that desperate for what I could give them, I’d make them beg. I’m not a good man. Last night, I don’t … I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me.”

Tears filled her eyes because what he was saying weren’t lies.

This was … real.

“I went out today because after you fell asleep last night, I spent all night watching you. You’re so beautiful, and I … I just wanted to be with you. I’ve never felt that about anyone. When the sun came up, and you were still asleep in my arms and I still didn’t know what to do, I had to go for a ride.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t think my change of feelings for you is going to let me let you go. I can’t let you go.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.” As Reaper was spilling his soul, leaving him was the last thing on her mind, which was crazy. This man wasn’t a good person.

He was a monster.

So was Preacher.

Both men were monsters, and here she was … falling for him.

Reaper looked at her and then averted his gaze.

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. “I’m going to go take a shower.” She climbed off the bed and walked back toward the room. “If you’d like to join me, you’re quite welcome to do so.”

She left him alone and stepped into the bathroom. She didn’t close the door. After removing her clothes, she turned the water on, waiting for it to heat up.

When it was ready for her, she stepped into the stall, keeping it nice and warm. Tilting her head back, she ran her hands across her face before running them down her head.

She heard him seconds later. Opening her eyes, she waited.

The curtain opened and he stepped beneath the spray.

She tensed up, waiting.

He reached past her, getting the bar of soap. Whenever they went to a new place with running water, he always had soap with him. She hated using the soap in the hotels where they stopped. One of the first places they’d stopped at, there had been blood on the bar of soap and she freaked out.

Reaper always got her the soap she needed, and whatever else she asked for. He cared for her that much. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes as his hands touched her. They were lathered with soap, and he ran his hands down her body, going between her thighs then back up again. He never lingered too long in any one area. When it came time to her hair, she leaned back against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her back.

After he finished, with shaking hands, she took the time to wash him. Soaping up her hands, lathering his body. Heat filled her cheeks as she saw the length of his cock standing out.

“I won’t bite,” he said.

She burst out laughing. “I didn’t think you would.”

She smiled at him and wrapped her fingers around his length. Her nerves were back, but she pushed them aside, instead, focusing on giving him pleasure.

How her life had changed.

One moment, she was begging to go back home, and now she stood in the shower with her captor, washing his body. By the time she was about to get to his hair, Reaper didn’t let her. He pressed her up against the shower, lifting her up, and sliding her down over his dick as he started to sink inside her.

She moaned his name, not wanting him to stop, to keep on going.

“Please,” she said.

“I love how tight you are. I could be inside you all day long. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.”

He used the cold tiles as leverage, and she rested back against them as he cupped her tits, pressing them together.

His tongue came out, dancing across each nipple, flicking the tips, going back and forth across each mound. She cried out for more as the pleasure went to her pussy.