I could not believe this oversized bully stole my knife. Threatening him with it was all in good fun, but I wanted it back. I planned to do so. How was one to carve the turkey without a knife?
Carving a turkey was like carving a man. The men…squealed a little more since they weren’t cooked to perfection, though.
Now ham? Ham was the shit. A ham sandwich was calling my name from the fridge—leftovers from that utterly fantastic deli while I was staking out my target.
Speaking of, there he was.
The brute strode around like he had a third leg in his pants. It couldn’t have been that impressive since his current display wasn’t grey sweatpants worthy. Well, there was some movement, I thought, pushing my binoculars further into my eye sockets, hoping to make out more of his dick in his pants.
My stakeout snacks for the day consisted of chocolate-covered cherries. Christmas season started early, but chocolate-covered cherries made a better complement to Thanksgiving than canned cranberries ever could.
The powers that be—the ones controlling my life, happiness, and future—had me on high alert with the elite happenings and murmurs in Willow Bay. Holiday season? Yeah, right. Powerful men didn’t give two shits about our pitiful wants or needs—especially my needs for spa days and vegging out on the couch watching shitty TV.
No, my days were spent watching…
Wait.
Where did he go?
“Fuck!” I chucked a cherry into the tree next to me. “Lost him again. This big ass fuckwad has to know what the fuck I’m up to. No way he could disappear like that again.”
I was off my game, I was sure.
Whatever. I packed up my shit to leave. It was getting far too chilly to sit in the great outdoors following a man that didn’t want to be followed.
A small shift behind me had me ducking quickly and pulling out my not-so-fun pocketknife. My carver was preferred, and her sheath was empty.
Pity that huge hands circled around my neck and shoved me to the ground before I could at least get a jab in.
“Troublemaker,” he growled.
“Aw, fuck. It’s you,” I groaned, grasping at the tree to find my footing.
He looked down at me, only his eyes visible behind his really stupid pink ski mask. “I thought after I disarmed you last time, you’d get the hint and bug off. You keep putting your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Why?” I threw a rock at his head. “You don’t like your salad tossed?”
It hit him square in the face, and he was unmoved. Stupid brick wall. “You need help.”
Ha! “Funny coming from you, the literal nutcase that works with the Vaughn family. Like I said last time, I also have work to do. So mind your own business, Reaper.”
“You are my business, you little troublemaker. Bug off and go eat your beloved holiday food with your friends—I’ll deal with you after the new year. How’s that sound?”
Feeling spicy, I threw a bigger rock at his face and took off.
Sans my shit.
It was packed up enough that I could come back for it later. Not like my shit was that important.
Heavy footsteps trailed behind me in my mad dash to escape the man—who had named himself after death—following far too close for comfort. My stupid legs weren’t track legs, and after today, I considered taking up track and field just to escape this oddly nimble prick.
“Stop. Fucking. Running.” Each word was punctuated by a crunch of his boot on the forest floor.
Even more concerning, he sounded just out of arm’s reach, which meant I was not running fast enough to evade.
Great.
I considered a hefty haircu,t too, since he grasped it easily and yanked me back. We collided midair, and I fell to the ground. Wind knocked out of me and everything.
Rolling over and ignoring my pain, I tried to get back to my feet only to hear the rip of material echoing between us.
Looking down, mouth agape, I scoffed. “Did you just rip my clothes?!”
“I’m about to do more than that.”
Reaper yanked my leg, planting me on my back below him while I thrashed the entire time. “Going to show me how much you’re not working with downstairs?”
“Hush.” He shoved something in my mouth—another ski mask perhaps, since he seemed to have no shortage of those.
“Mmphh!” That was supposed to be a ‘fuck you, ’ but clearly, I was gagged.
The large, gloved hand pressed over my mouth. It was like he knew I’d try to spit out whatever nasty-tasting fabric he shoved in there.
Ugh, my mouth is drying out already!
“MMMPNNGGHHHHH!” Translation? Not sure, actually.
“Now that this,” he ripped off his other glove with his teeth, “annoying mouth is properly gagged, shall I make good on my previous threat?”
Ah, yes. That threat. Last time I saw him, I told him I’d cut his dick off. He said he would at least fuck me with it before I could try.
And we both knew who the loser of that bet was. Only, it didn’t include my clothes being torn to shreds—I would be salty over this jacket for a while. It was one of my favorites.
I shook my head no since my words were unfortunately lost in muffled translation. Though he seemed the type to like the chase and the fight. We all knew Reaper was an enigma.
Would I be one to find out a piece of him?
God, I hoped so. Despite his general…everything, I felt like everyone was curious how he was in bed.
In my case, it was how he would be on the near-frozen ground in the treeline outside of city limits.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? At least, not in my line of work. God forbid I get married off to some stiff, stick-up-his-butt wealthy guy to keep the elites happy with their power structure.
Reaper’s dick would do just fine today.
He stared at me, green eyes like the trees, intense on mine. Warm fingers trailed down my stomach, shoving my shirt out of the way. “You know, when you’re like this, you’re almost tolerable. Maybe even cute.”
Rude. I muffled a dissatisfied sound in response.
“What was that? ‘Reaper daddy, take me here under the trees’? All you had to do was ask instead of stalking me across the entire East Coast, baby girl.”
With the flick of his fingers, my jeans unbuttoned. Damn my vagina and the mask kink. Being fucked up didn’t bode well when this…specimen was taunting me with something out of a wet dream I had after reading some slutty little book at night.
Aaand… I just nodded yes.
“That’s what I like to see. Let me hear some of those muffled little moans while my oh-so-underwhelming cock is inside you and your eyes beg me for more.”
One quick motion was all it took for him to yank my jeans down, along with my lace thong. I didn’t wear it for him, I swore to myself. It’s all I wore!
Fuck, I am wet. Help. The thought in my mind manifested into “Mmph gmph emph!”
Reaper slid a finger between my legs, swiping slowly across my pussy. “Cold outside, but look at the heat between your legs. Is this all for me?”
Bold of him to assume it was all for him. The mask certainly helped his case. If my mouth wasn’t stuffed, I’d have called him ugly.
His fingers teased my entrance before sliding a single finger inside me. If all I got was a few fingers, I’d say mission accomplished, and I lost the target. The entire dick? I’d say I fell asleep on the job and take my punishment like a woman.
If my mouth could have formed words, I would have yelled at him to stop teasing and fuck me already. More than likely, he read that statement right out of my pleading eyes.
“You think I’d give it to you that easily? No. You need to work a little bit to earn my cock inside you. How about we try…this?”
Smack! A quick jolt sparked through me. This man was out of his mind!
“One more,” his thick voice cooed.
Smack!
“That’s for giving me such a hard time.”
Oh, this motherfucker… When I got my knife back, so help me—
Oh. That was two fingers.
“Mph!”
“Just a little more… maybe an orgasm or two? How many can you give me before I fuck you like the troublemaker you are?”
His thumb worked over my clit as his two fingers curled inside of me. What was it they said about large hands?
Had I died? Was this heaven? The way his fingers moved inside me sure felt like it. My body dripped in pure bliss, and I never thought I’d leave this place.
Fuck… yes! My groans with the gag was the answer he was looking for.
With no way to give him directions of ‘more’ or ‘right there’, I tried to guide him with affirming mmhmm’s.
“Just like that.” He kept his fingers just like I wanted him to. “Such a good girl. Come on my fingers.”
Fucking praise, of course. On cue, my body writhed and jolted as I built up and crashed over the edge, giving him the satisfaction of an all-too-quick orgasm.
Stupid big fingers. Stupid mask. Stupid praise.
Reaper moved quickly, freeing my legs from the entrapment of my jeans so he could show me how uneventful it would be.
If his fingers moved like that…
Oh. God.
In one swift thrust, he was inside me. I was full. How big was his dick? I didn’t even see it! “Mmm!”
“Aww, baby girl disappointed with a huge cock? Can’t run home and tell everyone big, bad Reaper has a small one now?”
Each thrust was a punishment. A making good on every word he said to me. A promise for whatever he had in store for me. We danced around this long enough, and finally—
My throat constricted, hand squeezing just below my jaw. His punishing thrusts pressing me down into the dirt made it all feel like a fever dream.
I was so, so full.
And I was fucking the Reaper. What a life I was living.
He bit down on my ear with ragged breaths. Clearly, he was having a hell of a time on top of me, punishing me for my typical disobedience.
The only rules I followed were the ones that kept me alive.
Plus, breaking his rules got me fucked, and I didn’t mind.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re such a fucking troublemaker.” I felt him pulse inside of me, but not before he pulled out, spilling his cum all over my stomach.
“Mmph…!”
He yanked the fabric out of my mouth and patted my face—which felt more like a slap than anything else. “Next time will feel like a real punishment. If you know what’s good for you, stop skipping classes to stalk me, baby girl.”
On his way out, leaving me a mess on the ground, I heard a thump before he sauntered off to only God knew where.
“Fucker,” I hissed, fumbling around to get my pants back on after using my ruined jacket to wipe his cum off me. “Thanks a lot, asshole!”
Now, what the fuck did he do to that tree?
Oh my God.
“Baby!”
Sticking out of the tree, the glimmering blade of my carver shone in the light. He left it—probably as a warning not to fuck with him.
Too bad I literally just fucked him.
Skipping over to grab my shit, I planned to make him regret ever fucking with me in the first place.
Game on, Reaper.