Property Of Reaper King

6- Decker

Remy was light. And she made it far too f*****g easy to pull and tug her every which way. She was quiet, thankfully as I pulled her into my cabin.

I walked away, heading to my fridge. I took out a bottle of beer and chugged it, hearing her finally speak again, “Not gonna close the door? Afraid I’m gonna hump you like a dog and take your chastity away?”

The alcohol burned through my chest but it did nothing to quell the fire in me that had started ever since she arrived. “That’s not how to speak to your Sponsor,”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Wow, I guess you’re back to being that when you were so f*****g ready to ship me to someone I’ve never met,”

I twisted the cap from another bottle and chugged it down, slamming the fridge shut. “Every action has consequences.”

“You’re right. Maybe you forgot to teach me that particularly important detail all those years ago.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was she blaming me somehow? “What?”

Remy stood, her hands still cuffed to her back and her hair sticking to her face. She looked angry, a different expression from the sly, arrogant one she’s worn since she got here.

I wanted to touch her and see what her reaction would be. She was always so head strong, stubborn. If I—

No. Stop.

“You taught me not to accept bullshit since I was like, what? Five?” She tilted her head. “You said I was a princess, that no one was allowed to treat me without respect. You taught me everything I know and now, when I’m actually a good student, ‘actions have consequences’?”

I set the beer harder than I meant to on the table. “Is that all you wanna f*****g remember? What about me telling you to stay the f**k away from me? That didn’t stick?”

Her face puffed up. I could see her all so familiar rage returning and I knew she would have hit me with that stupid bat of hers if she could. “Why the f**k was someone like you even around me when I was five?!”

Jesus f*****g Christ. “Someone like me?”

“You are called the Reaper King, so you’re not a f*****g saint either,” She yelled. “What? You think being in this club changes all the terrible things you’ve done? Or taking care of the president’s orphaned daughter abstains you? You’re a f*****g hypocrite. The fact that I’m such a raging b***h is because you’re a—”

I didn’t know when I moved.

My hand was over her mouth, slamming her to the wall.

Her eyes stared up at me, wide like she was scared. The thought sent a thrill through me. “No one f*****g calls me that anymore. And you? The name is ‘Sir’, and you’re going to accord me with respect or you’ll find out why I was called that,”

Her eyes darkened. I felt her mouth slightly open, her teeth grazing the insides of my palm. Tingles spread up my thighs to my balls. I gritted my teeth. “Bite me. I dare you.”

Something flashed in her eyes but she stayed still. The fire in me quietened. Finally.

Then she licked my hand.

I jerked away, a low growl leaving my lips as my head snapped back to her. She was smiling again. “Was that supposed to be a threat? I’m seeing your hard d**k and I want you to show me. What are you going to do? Push me to the wall and f**k me till I can barely speak? Or choke me with your c**k till I can’t breathe? Because what, the f**k, is so deadly about your c**k that I haven’t had before?”

My c**k thrummed with life. She looked so defiant. Like she knew everything. I wanted to see her with tears all over her face as she creamed all over my c**k, begging me to go deeper as her voice—

No. No. No. Decker. Stop.

“You’re right,” My voice was gruff. “There’s nothing special about it,”

Her smile faltered then quickly, she slammed it back. “That’s not the f*****g response you’re supposed to give—”

“You’re right.” I picked up my jacket. “Every mess you’ve made out of your life was because of me. I f****d up by being there. I f****d up by ever coming close to you. What was I thinking? That I could do some good by teaching you the same things that kept me alive?”

Her voice turned to steel. “Where the f**k are you going?”

I ignored her. “It’s why I’m going to speak to your Father. Tell him I’m not being your Sponsor anymore,”

She slammed the door with her feet and stood in front of it. “And I’m the one acting childish? Why is it so hard for you to admit it? You want me.”

Remy looked like a guard dog. Her hair was wild and makeup messy. I wanted to kiss her again because she looked like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I don’t want you.”

“Liar.”

I leaned closer. “Why would I want a girl that keeps running laps around me like a b***h in heat?”

The pain in her eyes appeared instantly. My jaw clenched to stop the apology about leaving my lips. This. This was how it was supposed to be. I kept being kind to her and she kept returning to me like she had no f*****g self respect.

The girl I raised was better than that.

And she was better without me.

Her chin trembled just once, she swallowed and stepped out the door. Her eyes blazed with hate. “You’re still such a f*****g coward, Decker Kane,”

I looked away. “Wolf would come uncuff you. There’s food in the fridge. Don’t wait up. You have work to do tomorrow,”

As soon as I stepped out the door, her voice came out, “You better not f**k any of those other bitches. I might still be unable to cause you real damage, but I will hurt them.”

My balls tingled again. I slammed the door.

After a few steps away from my cabin, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. “Chrissy. I’m coming to your room. Clean it up before I get there.”