Make You Beg

Law reaches up and runs a hand down his chin. His pretty-boy face cracking a mouthwatering smile.

Kids start seeing me, and once again, all conversations come to a stop. Realizing something is up, he starts looking around to see what the cause is. And his eyes meet mine.

That smile turns into a devious grin, making my heart pick up speed. He didn’t know I was going to return today. We hadn’t discussed my first public appearance. I’ve been hiding since I first came forward to the police, and it was time to hold my head high and be the strong woman my father raised me to be.

“Little doll.” His deep voice sends a chill down my spine as he pushes off his locker and turns to fully face me. His eyes drop to my heels and slowly work their way up my body, taking me in, running his tongue along his lower lip before pulling it between his teeth when he sees I’m wearing the choker he gave me.

I run to him. He bends down and opens his arms for me as I jump into them. Spinning me around, I grip his face as he grips my ass, and I kiss him. Passionately. He presses my back into a locker, and my legs tighten around his waist to hold myself up as his hands cup my face as I open up for him.

I let him devour me in front of everyone. A total act of submission to a man who owns me body and soul.

Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with a Reaper—he took my soul and demanded I beg for freedom. But instead, I let him consume me to the point of suffocation. Breathing is overrated anyway.