Page 9 of Run, Little Thief

My heart explodes in my chest. This would be the perfect moment to bolt, but I need to come, and knowing what he’ll do to me in a second fills me up with a sick sort of excitement.

So I let the chance of freedom slip by. I don’t move. I wait for whatever’s coming next, knowing I’ll love it even though I’ll have to pretend like I don’t.

“Open that pretty mouth.” Reaper’s eyes don’t leave my face as he takes out his cock. It’s massive, with angry veins and pre-cum leaking out of it. And he’s pointing it at me.

But instead of doing what he wants me to do, I shake my head no.

One hand grabs his base, and the other fists my hair, pulling me forward so he can trace my tightly closed lips with his crown, smudging them with his pre-cum. It’s so downright hot and dirty I have to turn away. At least, I try to, but his fingers grasp my chin and force me to meet his eye again.

“Open.”

There’s a slight possibility I’ve lost my mind, because this time I follow his command. I take a deep breath and part my lips.

“That’s it,” he murmurs as he pushes inch after inch into my mouth. “Take it like a good little thief.”

I moan at his words and grip the base with my hand. Then I start to bob my head slowly, sucking and licking and swallowing more of him with each passing second.

He’s breathing hard as he pumps himself into my mouth, not stopping when I gag, only granting me the slightest bit of air as he fucks my mouth like he’s punishing me. I hold on for dear life, sucking the cock of the man who wants to kill me. The stranger I don’t even know the face of, because he’s still wearing that damn mask.

Andfuck, that’s hot.

His fingers thread through my hair, holding me still while he thrusts into my throat. His other hand reaches down, fingers pinching my nipple through my bra and making me gasp at the intensity. When he repeats the gesture, my eyes almost roll back in my head at the sudden pain that turns into burning pleasure.

“Fucking hell. You’re too good at this.” He curses under his breath and pulls out.

Before I can even react, he sets me back on my feet, spins me around, and pushes me forward. The cold stone meets my heated skin, and I shudder.

“Still no memory of the files?” he hisses into my ear, taking off my shirt—or what’s left of it. In one swift movement, he shoves my jeans and my panties down to my ankles and spreads my legs with his knee. Then he presses himself against me.

His cock slides between my thighs as he lubes himself with my wetness, teasing my clit with every thrust.

I should tell him the truth. I should stop him right now.

But fuck, I don’t want to. The only thing I can think about is how desperately I want to feel him inside me. How desperately I want him to make me come, make me forget everything butthis, right here, no matter how disturbed and wrong and dangerous it is.

The future be damned.

But as I open my mouth to tell him, Reaper uses that exact moment to enter me in one long, hard thrust.

Instead of words, a cry escapes my lips, echoing through the church as he fills me up to the hilt.

Burning heat sizzles through my core and spreads throughout my body.

He pushes me down to the stone and leans over me. “Let me hear your screams, little thief. That’s what you get for not cooperating.”

“Yes,” I pant, digging my fingernails into the stone. “Oh God, yes!”

“There’s no God here.” He holds my hips in a punishing grip. “Only the Devil himself.”

My moans reverberate through the holy walls as he truly starts to fuck me. Hard.

The smacking sounds of our colliding bodies in this house of God should make me blush, but I can’t think straight anymore. Can’t feel anything but my growing need for this man and my despair at everything he’s making me feel.

“Please . . .” The word escapes my mouth before I can stop it.

Reaper grabs my hair in a ponytail and pulls me back into him, his mask grazing my cheek. “Pleasewhat, little thief?”

His harsh voice is a stark contrast to the pet name, his fingers as punishing as his hips when he rips off my bra and pinches my nipples again. But when I don’t answer him instantly, he stops moving, stops fucking me, and holds me completely still.