—JOHN MITCHELL, BEING HUMAN (UK)
That fucking demon tortured me all night. I felt like I might literally go insane with need by the time he decided he was finished with me. He never ended up letting me come, and he forbade me to touch myself until he returned.
He had brought me to the brink so many times that when I got up to get dressed, putting on pants had nearly driven me over the edge. I was so sensitive and over-stimulated that something as mundane aswalkingwas torture. My thighs rubbed against each other, and my clit burned with the need to be touched with each step. I didn’t even have room in my head to obsess about how much I hated my shadowy stalker. The fucked up thing about it was he had left me in so much need that I was now anxious for him to return to finish what he started.
I had been so distracted by the absolutely deranged torture I’d just endured that I nearly forgot I agreed to a training session with Reaver that morning. I groaned when my phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see that it was him.
Fuck.
Reaver:
I’m picking you up in twenty, deathtrap. Be ready.
Death had mentioned Reaver and Shem the other night. My heart started hammering in at the thought. Why were they still alive? Not that I was complaining. Reaver was a dick, yes, but I didn’t necessarily want him to be adeaddick—not anymore, at least. Idefinitelydidn’t want Shem to die. I was playing with fire, and someone was going to get fucking burned.
‘Say it, or I’ll kill someone at your precious restaurant.’
I was starting to wonder if Death had changed the game and just hadn’t told me the new rules. Ever since that first night, he seemed more interested in punishing me through sex than murder. Maybe Reaver and Shem were safe as long as Death was happy playing with my… well, playing with me. I cringed and ran a brush through my hair. This was royally fucked up.
Finally, I got around to messaging Reaver back. I should probably start trying to distance myself as much as possible. I didn’t want to put anyone in more danger than I already had.
Lilith:
I don’t need a ride. I can take the subway. And stop calling me deathtrap.
Reaver:
It’s cute that you think you have a choice. I’m already outside. You’re also already saved as deathtrap in my phone.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. My heart stopped.
Fuck me.
I hurried to open the door and found Reaver leaning against the frame. He was holding a to-go tray with two coffees and a greasy bag of food. He was in his motorcycle jacket again with his helmet under his arm. A piece of dark hair had fallen into his hazel eyes, and there was a sexy little half-cocked grin on his perfect lips—it wasn’t fair for him to look that hot when I was feeling this fucking horny. I tugged on my chunky beige cardigan and swallowed. Was it warm out? Why was I sweating?
“Morning, deathtrap. Sleep well?” he asked, pushing past me and letting himself in. He put the coffees on the kitchen table and pulled out what looked like a couple of breakfast sandwiches before falling effortlessly into one of the chairs and sprawling out.
“No, actually. I didn’t,” I grumbled, and he frowned at me.
“Oh, no? Why not?”
I avoided his gaze and sighed, moving to sit across from him at the little table. My pussy was on fire, and all I wanted to do was straddle him and ride his cock until I fucking came. This was absolutely nuts. I squirmed in my seat, rubbing mythighs together against the burn, and he raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to respond.
“I don’t know. I had a horrible nightmare.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. He unwrapped his sandwich and took a bite, eyeing me up and down. “What was it about?”
My face flushed, and I shook my head. “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised an amused eyebrow and shrugged.
“I brought you a pumpkin spice latte,” he said, gesturing to the second cup in the to-go tray with a grin. “Bitches love pumpkin spice lattes.”
I eyed it warily, narrowing my eyes. “Did you poison it?”
He barked out a laugh, taking a sip of his own coffee. He observed me carefully over the rim.
“Is that how you do it? Poison?”
I scowled. “I don’tpoison people,you asshole.”
