Taken by a Monster (In the Arms of Monsters 2) - Page 80

“Touch yourself, Robin. I want to see you come,” he said.

He ran his hands down her body, stroking over her clit, driving her crazy for more.

He bounced her on his cock and she was so close to release. Reaper kept her at the edge. She was at the mercy of his touch, and only when he said she could fall on over into bliss did she.

She didn’t mind being under his control. They found their orgasm together and he pulsed inside her. Each wave made her aware that each time they had sex, there was an even bigger chance of her getting pregnant.

At that moment, in his arms, she didn’t care. Reaper didn’t let her go. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he climbed out of the stall, taking her through to the bed.

Still deep inside her, he pressed her to the bed and stayed within her.

“When do we have to go back on the road?” she asked.

“Tomorrow. But we’ve got all night and I intend to make every second count.”

He took her lips, and Robin didn’t fight him. Against all the odds, this was what she wanted from him. This was what she’d begged for. She didn’t want him to stop, or to let her go.

For Robin belonged to Reaper, and the very thought didn’t scare her, it excited her.

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“You’ve got to keep them closed.”

“They are closed. You’re being all mysterious here. I’m kind of afraid.” Robin wasn’t. When he’d put the blindfold on her, she’d been a little nervous, but now, she was thrilled and wanted to know more.

She and Reaper had been together now for a month, and during that time, she couldn’t help but feel … different with him. He was still a monster and she knew he did bad things on a daily basis. He didn’t stop being the leader to Slaves of the Beast. They were still part of him, and she couldn’t deny that element of who he was, no more than she could Preacher. When he came to her though, there was no violence or anger.

They were simply together. It was hard for her to even understand what was going on.

He’d have these moments either during making love or fucking, and she did know the difference. She loved his hands on her body and the feel of his cock inside her more than anything else.

It was afterward, when he held her, stroking her head and promising her it was going to be okay. Part of her knew she could trust him more than anyone else in the world. It was that part, she followed, that part she had no problem being with. Like now, he’d placed the blindfold gently on her face and she trusted him not to hurt her.

The scent of the open air, dirt, and the sound of trees filled her senses.

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” she asked.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t go to this much effort to kill you.”

“Nice to know I’m not worth the time.”

“You’re always worth the time and the effort, you know that.” He leaned forward, kissing her temple.

They came to a stop. Where, she had no idea, and so she waited.

“Right, sit down,” he said.

She lowered herself to the floor, crossed her legs, and waited. “I’ve done it, Sir, what next.”

“I think I can get used to you siring me.” He removed the blindfold. “Open your eyes.”

She looked out on a picnic blanket. Wine and an abundance of food were laid out. “You made me a picnic.”

“Hey, I’ve told you before, all you need to do is ask and I will deliver for you.” He winked at her. “So, enjoy.”

“I can’t believe you made me a picnic. You know this is romantic, right?”

“I know, and it’s why you won’t be telling any of the guys what it is I did today.”

“You don’t want them to know how sweet you can be?”

“They don’t need to know. Sweetness is a weakness to them.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and couldn’t stop smiling. This was real. All of it was … sweet.

“You’re surprised?”

“This is a really good surprise. I’ll never forget this,” she said.

“You haven’t even tried any of the food. I’d be careful about judging it. You’ve got to taste it.”

“It’s a picnic. You can’t go very wrong with picnic food.” She reached out, taking a strawberry, dipping it into the cream, and tasting. “I have to wonder how you got this past your men, though. Wouldn’t they have attacked you for this?” She’d noticed the men loved to have good food, and they weren’t shy about pointing out their need for it.

“I’m the boss. I can come and go as I please.”

“Must be nice,” she said.

Reaper moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “And what does that mean?”

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