Page 52 of The Reaper


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She shook her head. “What? No, he couldn’t be. He’s too nice to betray anyone.”

I barked a humorless laugh. “Torin only showed you a side to himself that you wanted to see. The bastard is a snake. He sold out our clan to save his own skin.”

After a long minute of silence, she asked, “Where are we going exactly?”

“Finnan doesn’t know. He only has a hunch. But he went missing, and Finnan wants him back.”

She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “What are you going to do with him once you get him back?”

“Nothing I want to do,” I muttered darkly.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t want to hurt him?”

“Quite the opposite.”

She gaped at me. “You want to kill him?”

“I want to prove to all the other clans that the Mac Tíre are not fucking pussies when it comes to punishing insurrection. Every day, everyhour, Finnan sits on this fucking issue, tears away our credibility, and buckles our reputation.”

Fallon blinked at me. “Everything is black and white for you, isn’t it?”

My hand tightened around the steering wheel. “The world is black and white, sweetheart. If someone hurts me, I hurt them back. It’s simple.”

“I used to think that way too, until …”

As if on a string, my head jerked toward her. “Until?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

She wanted to keep her secrets? Fine. I would let her.

“Where is Torin right now?”

“Don’t know exactly. We just have to look for him, I guess.”

“Fantastic plan.”

“Don’t be a smart-arse,” I whipped back at her.

“Or what? Going to put me over your knee?”

I was hard in an instant. Actually, that wasn’t true. I’d been semihard since she came into the kitchen, but now, hearing her ask if I wanted to take her over my knee, my cock had gone from semi-firm to a fucking steel pipe.

I peered over at her to see whether she was interested in goading me more. “Is that what you want?”

Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink, and then I could see it all. Fallon’s body draped over my fucking knee, her ass bare and ready for my hand. She would whimper with the first stroke because she’d be embarrassed that she actually enjoyed impact play, but soon she would be mewling for my touch, begging me to spank her harder and harder until she came spectacularly in my lap.

“Yes.”

Licking my lips, I pushed a little deeper. “I don’t fuck like most men.”

“I know. You told me. You like to inflict pain.” Once more, she nibbled her bottom lip. “Would you hurt me?”

The wordneverhovered on my tongue, but that was something I couldn’t promise because pain was the only thing I was capable of delivering on. Pain and a rough fuck.

“I might in the heat of the moment.” I took my eyes off the road to look at her. “Does that scare you?”

She nodded.

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