A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters #3) - Sam Crescent Page 0,40
and it’s not him. They are just words. He doesn’t own your heart. I fucking do.”
He spread her legs and lifted up. The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy and slowly, he began to sink inside her, going inch by inch until he slammed the last part of him in deep. He gripped her hips, and she couldn’t help but tense up as he traced over the name. “This means nothing to me. You’re what matters. You and the way you feel about me. Tell me how you feel, Robin.”
“I love you,” she said. They were the right words. They didn’t leave her feeling sick to her stomach or heavy with regret. Her words had meaning, and they were real.
All of her feelings for Reaper had no real meaning.
Preacher pulled out of her and slammed back inside, fucking her harder, driving in deep.
He was so deep, she truly believed he was in her stomach. The edge of pain and pleasure was so fine she didn’t want him to stop and kept begging him for more. She didn’t care about anything but what he was doing to her.
Preacher slid his fingers between her legs and started to stroke over her swollen clit. “I want you to come for me. Scream my name, baby. Let me hear it.”
He circled her clit, both fingers stroking across, over, and around. Mixed with the feeling of his cock, she couldn’t think straight. As she came, she did so with his name on her lips.
It was Preacher, it would always be Preacher. Nothing would ever take him away from her.
He pounded inside her even as her orgasm started to fade but with the pressure of his cock driving in her, she moaned his name, hungry and desperate for more. When he came, she felt his cock pulse, filling her with all his cum, and she loved it.
He nibbled on her neck, biting over her pulse. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. Tonight, I’ll show you who you really belong to.”
****
The following morning, Preacher allowed himself the luxury of watching Robin sleep. She was finally his. There was no confusion after last night or during it. Robin belonged to him, and there was no way he was going to let Reaper take her from him. He knew the truth and now all he had to do was find the right time to show Robin what she didn’t know. Reaper had lost her. It was only a matter of time.
After kissing the back of her neck, he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and left his bedroom. He intended to make her breakfast in bed.
Men and women had passed out in the halls and it kind of reminded him of a few years ago, before Robin was taken from him. When he’d allow his men to have fun. Those days were fast returning and as his men saw he was back in charge, not that he’d ever left. But he’d also given them all the update of what had happened. What his plans were and how he intended to execute the Slaves to the Beast.
When he got to the kitchen, he found Anne at the table, nursing her head and drinking from a steaming cup.
“Don’t even look at me right now. If my kids could see me, they would be horrified.”
“Don’t worry. No kids are allowed here. I take it you had fun last night.”
“I don’t recall ever drinking or dancing so much in my life. I didn’t try to sing, did I?” Anne asked.
“No singing that I know of.”
“I didn’t see you or Robin at all last night.”
Preacher raised his brow and didn’t say a word.
“You know, I’m rooting for you,” she said.
“I know.”
“Kill me now,” Bear said, stumbling into the room.
“Did you drink a lot last night?” Anne asked.
“I don’t drink.” Bear slumped into a chair.
“What’s your deal then?”
“I don’t like to wake up. Mornings are always a challenge for me. Did you have fun last night?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good singing last night,” Bear said with a smirk.
Anne groaned. “This is why I should stay away from alcohol. The control I have on myself becomes limited.”
Preacher laughed. This was the first conversation he’d had with the woman. He liked her. Of course, anyone who would persuade Robin to pick him was in his good books.
“Where’s Robin?” Anne asked. “I haven’t seen her this morning.”