A lethal shadow of night was silently watching me from the end of the aisle, his face shrouded in darkness.
“Fuck. You.” I hissed as he began to float forward, the end of his scythe dragging on the floor behind him. My blood turned to ice, and I suddenly felt nauseous. That sound triggered so many bad memories. My entire body was locked into a state of crippling panic, and for a moment, I couldn’t move.
As the train sped forward, lights from outside flashed through the windows, periodically illuminating the inside of the train. Each time light slashed through the glass, he was a step closer.
With my heart in my throat, I launched myself out of my seat and ran. I sprinted down the aisle toward the door on the other end of the train car and felt a jolt of satisfaction as my hand curled around the handle before Death could get to me. I tugged on the heavy-ass door, willing it to open with every single fiber of my being, when suddenly, there was a cold, ink-black hand on my shoulder. I ignored it and kept yanking on the handle. Why wasn’t it turning? I was nearly sobbing in terror when I realized it was locked. He had locked me in here with him.
Death whipped me around to face him, and I looked up into the shadow of his hood. I was no longer afraid. I waspissed.I was so angry ateveryoneand so tired of being treated like a fucking punching bag. Something in me snapped, and I finally lost it.
“What the FUCK DO YOU WANT!? LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed, and Death chuckled. Not in my mind, but out loud.
I felt a spike of horror and adrenaline shoot through my chest when I realized I knew that chuckle. I had heard it every day for the past week.
Death pulled his hood back, finally showing me his face, and I felt the blood drain from mine as I realized that my fucking tormentor was also my goddamn trainee at Voodoo.
“You think you can run from me, Lilith?” Reaver asked, his voice dark and dangerous. His hazel eyes flashed, and a sinister smile spread across his perfect lips.
“I’ve been stalking you your whole fucking life; what made you think tonight was going to be the night you got away?”
This couldn’t be fucking happening…
“Get your filthy hands off of me!” I snapped, trying to shove him away. He laughed and picked me up by my upper arms as if I weighed nothing. He threw me over the back of one of the seats. I grunted as the force of the impact took the wind out of me, my hip bones bruising against the hard back of the seat.
“I’ll be putting these filthy hands inside every single hole on your body, Lilith.”
I kicked my feet behind me, struggling to push myself up. My ass was in the air, and I was feeling way too exposed. I knew what would come next if I couldn’t get away in time.
I should have known there would be no escape. Tears of rage burned behind my eyes as he reached deep within me and took control of my soul. He forced me to still and ran his hands up the backs of my thighs.
I squirmed against his influence as he traced a long, ink-black finger across the hem of my skirt. I gasped as he flipped it up to expose my ass.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in this skirt since the first moment I saw you in it,” he growled.
“You’re such a fuckingdick! I hate you!”I screamed, and he laughed. His face was so close to my ass I could feel his breath on my skin.
He hooked a finger under my thong and peeled it down my legs, exposing my pussy to him. He spread me open, and I cursed as he ran his hot tongue from my cunt all the way up to my asshole.
“Don’t worry, my little deathtrap. This time, I’ll make sure to let you come.”
“Reaver! Let mego!”I screeched, and without warning, there was acrackfollowed by a blinding pain across my ass. I screamed bloody murder as Reaver rubbed the sore spot tenderly with the palm of his hand. He made soothing sounds as he massaged the place he struck. I grit my teeth in rage.
Did he justSPANKme?
“Shh, Lilith. You’ve been a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls.”
“You’re a sick twisted piece of shit, Reaver, let me go,now.”I was still reeling from the revelation that Reaver was fuckingDeath—this man had killedeveryoneIhad ever known and loved. He had tortured me, and now he was acting like I belonged to him or was some sort of pet that needed correcting.
He cracked his hand across my ass again, and I cried out in pain. He was not being gentle about it. Every time he hit me, it fuckinghurt.What was confusing was that each time he did it, I felt myself get a little wetter.What the fuck was wrong with me?I blinked back angry tears. Everyone was a fucking traitor. Even my own damn body wasn’t on my side.
“Watch your mouth, Lilith. You will show me respect, or I will make things so much worse for you.” He gently rubbed my ass again, and I felt him lean forward to kiss it better.
“Now, we’re going to make these cheeks nice and pink until you’re ready to apologize for trying to run from me.” He stroked a finger down my wet cunt and paused at my clit, giving it a little wiggle. A line of heat shot directly to my core. I was instantly on the verge of an orgasm. I may have forgotten that he had edged me for hours and didn’t let me find any release all week, but my body hadn’t. I gasped and felt myself involuntarily try to arch.
He chuckled. “Mmm. So responsive. Does my little deathtrap still need to come?”
“Fuck. You!”
Crack.
