The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 270: Sweetest Hell

Chapter 270: Sweetest Hell

’No!’ Isadora thought, desperate to say that out loud, but the words choked in her throat as a moan broke free instead.

Kraven had picked the pace, and he was anything but gentle; the snapping of his waist against hers made her bones ache.

Her nails dug into his skin, gliding and leaving behind a trail of red marks.

"Kraven!" She begged for a halt or an ease, but the only response she got was his cruelty.

"Maybe this will stop you from meddling with my head."

He was angry.

Isadora gasped when he picked her up, locking them tightly until he was deep within her.

"You saw it yourself, didn’t you? Never toy with that part of me, do you understand?"

"No!" Isadora countered. "And I’m not toying I—" She didn’t get to finish before her back met the bed, knocking the air out of her.

He rammed into her until she screamed, called his name, and wriggled but she was locked tight as passionate bittersweet bliss consumed her.

"What are you trying to do then?" he asked, lips covering her nipples and sucking hard on the skin until he made them sore.

"To understand."

Kraven barked a laugh. "Silly girl." He slapped her breast multiple times until she cried out. Then he bit again and again until he broke the skin there, licking through the crimson fluid, his tongue wiping everything clean.

Isadora came, her hands flying above her head as she clenched the sheet tightly to brace herself.

Kraven hoisted, his arms bracing at her sides, watching her coiled in ecstasy, the back of her head pressing the sheets, her lower body rising and thrusting into his manhood more.

"You always react wonderfully to my sweetest punishment," he amused. "Now I want to torture you more and break you."

Isadora rasped through her breath, eyes locking on Kraven’s gazing upon her like you would do your next prey.

"You can’t keep me out of your head," she said in a whisper, little quivers taking over her body every second.

"Hmm," he murmured. "Then I need to make myself clear. Don’t make me torture you, Isadora, even if you tell me to stop, I won’t." He leaned close. "I’ll make it your sweetest hell."

"I don’t care," She replied with the bravery of a lion. "You bonded with me. It means we own each other, in body, mind, and soul."

"Can you handle that, darling?"

"When have I never?"

He grinned widely, making the dimple carved into his cheeks. At the glimpse of it, Isadora’s heart stilled briefly, her eyes taking in the sight of him like it was the first time.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he said, thrusting back inside her, going all the way in until he filled her up completely.

He groaned deeply as her intense warmth wrapped around him like a coil. It felt like his manhood would melt.

Grunting, he spread her legs wider, hooking them between his arms.

"W-We’ll wake everyone up!" She said, begging for quietness, but in the look in his eyes told her he wanted the exact opposite.

"I don’t fucking care, darling. I want all of them to know just who mated you and who owns you."

~♧~

Rav grabbed the jug to turn some water into the wooden cup. Hearing coming footsteps, he turned and found Logi walking down the stairs, yawning wildly.

"Why are you awake so early?" Logi asked, taking the cup from Rav, who shot him a deadly glare.

"I couldn’t sleep."

"Me neither," Logi confessed, giving the cup back to Rav as he walked to take a seat.

Rav wanted to say something, but found the words choking his throat.

"I know what you want to ask, and yes, you can’t have a proper night of sleep with those two going feral on each other."

Rav swallowed thickly. "It’s always like this?" He couldn’t help the sting in his chest at the thought of their intimate sessions.

He had always thought Kraven would never go down that road again after what happened with the woman at that brothel, but he thought wrong.

Isadora could handle him. And they were mated now. The most shocking truth that ever slapped him in the face.

"Yes. I must say Isadora’s strong enough to keep up. I think they are in heat. You know, like the mating—"

"I get it, alright?" Rav snapped, making the mistake of facing Logi to show how vexed he was.

"Would you look at that?" Logi was amused because he got the reaction he wanted. "I don’t think I need to warn you anymore. If you think Kraven’s level of obsession is like a winter ago, then you’re wrong. Presently, he won’t hesitate to cut you down, his childhood friend, if you so much as look at Isadora’s way."

"You’re saying he got worse?"

"No, he got better. His dark weaves? He’s completely in control."

"And his thirst?"

"Shows up whenever he wants it to."

Rav gasped in disbelief. "A-Are you sure?"

"All thanks to our Isadora. So I won our little wager, Raviel."

Rav’s teeth clenched. "You only made that wager because you knew what was on the tables. You won because of that."

"No," Logi countered, standing to his feet. "I won because Isadora loves Kraven unconditionally, purely and madly. She accepts him as both mad and sane. She’s ready to go to any length for him. So don’t think about it, Raviel."

"Think about what?" He played dumb.

"Getting in their way, if Kraven doesn’t take your head, then Isadora will burn you."

"Isadora is nothing like that!" he seethed to his face.

Logi huffed. "You know nothing of her like I do. Go on, give it a try, if you’ve got the balls. She’ll hate you forever if you think of coming between her and her monster."

With gritted teeth, Rav said. "I’m not trying to get in between them. They are mated, and I know better."

"But you’ve thought of it, haven’t you?"

Rav chewed the inside of his mouth but didn’t say a word.

Logi tapped the back of his hand on his chest. "See you at the meeting and don’t be late," he said, walking away and leaving Rav to his thoughts.