The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 143: The Night Visitor

"Are you cold, love?"

At the familiar gravelly voice, Isadora’s blood ran cold. Her eyes moved quickly to the chair by the window.

There was a presence there—an unwelcome one.

’Kraven,’ Isadora thought as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

The night lights barely reached him, reflecting only on his boots and parted thighs.

He sat there relaxed like he owned the room, this gave Isadora the strong impression that he’d been there for a while, waiting only for the right time to announce his presence.

"I could’ve offered to warm you up but..." He paused as if thinking about his options. "I’m tempted to strangle you too."

"And I’ll return the favor by ensuring we both greet Daudi together."

He laughed, the rich sound ringing through the room and causing a mix of sensations to storm her body.

His silver eyes stared right through the darkness. "Darling, I escaped Daudi’s Hand. What makes you think I won’t the second time? It’s easy to cheat death."

"Don’t call me that!" She seethed, hating that endearing name, it wasn’t meant to be thrown around like that.

Because It made her heart flutter and she didn’t like that.

"I heard you got your penalty. Kitchen duty," he suddenly said, ignoring her outburst.

"I’m just a warrior who got what she deserves."

"Are you?" He leaned forward, shifting away from the chair, and rested his elbows on his lap. "I thought I already made myself clear."

Isadora gulped as she caught a glimpse of his corded arms, exposed by the rolled-up sleeves of his tunic.

The same hand that held her through multiple mind-shattering releases. Touching her in ways she never thought existed—the blissful feel of his rough hands.

Realizing what her mind had conjured, she shook her head to rid them.

"What are you thinking about, love?" Kraven asked with intrigue, noting how torn she was like an internal battle with herself.

A battle she was not winning.

"That I need to sleep and you’re stopping me from doing that," she replied.

"It wasn’t much of a sleep to begin with."

"Go away!" she yelled not caring if Vanya heard downstairs. "Go back to Nyssa."

A frown took over his features. "Nyssa?"

"Yes!"

"And what does she have to do with this?" he asked like it an insult to mention her.

"Everything!" she bit back. "She’s the woman by your side." Saying those words was nails to her mouth.

Kraven narrowed his eyes. "Nyssa is insignificant."

"Is she? You’ve been with her!"

Gods! She sounded like a child right now but didn’t care, she was eager to tell him off once and for all.

Let him go back to his perfect lover and leave her alone!

Kraven suddenly rose to his feet and Isadora tensed.

"Is that what she told you?"

"She told me the truth."

"Truth?"

"I’m just a fresh body to fuck, you’ll get bored and you’ll go back to her."

Kraven paused, processing what she said and then the amusement wrecked him.

’Oh, Nyssa,’ he thought. So this was the reason his little bunny was acting like a brat. Nyssa had whispered her way into her head.

At the sound of his amusement, Isadora fumed, noting that this was just some kind of joke to him.

Kraven released a sharp exhale as he rested his hand on the footboard, staring at her with twinkling amusement. "I’ve never kissed or lay with another woman before. You’re my first."

At his confession, Isadora’s heart momentarily stopped. "You’re lying," she mumbled with wide eyes.

"The first woman I tried to be intimate with was many winters ago. A celebration was ongoing and Rav being the goofy bastard he was, took me to a brothel because he wanted me to have a good time."

Isadora gulped. "W-Why are you telling me this?"

It felt like he was unraveling a dark part of himself. He was being vulnerable again. Because the look in his eyes was not hard to miss, he may be smiling on the surface but the way he gripped the footboard spoke volumes.

"I strangled her to death, Isadora. My first kill, this is one of the darkest memories I have, a skeleton out of the door," he added the last part with a slight frown against his features, almost like the mere mention of it disturbed him.

"If I had been with Nyssa she would have been a corpse." He clenched the board tighter. "Do you have any idea how much control I’ve for you? You could’ve easily been that unfortunate girl but you’re not. Here you are... alive because I want you to be."

"Should that make me feel special?"

"You don’t trust me?"

"No." Her answer wavered because she was uncertain.

"I can work with that."

"What?"

Kraven suddenly moved away from the footboard and closed in on her, a fleeting smirk on his lips.

Isadora panicked but her body froze up. Her wide eyes on the massive Fae who ate up the air in the room, his spicy cinnamon blacking her mind.

"Win Isadora’s trust." He mused. "Do you think a madman can accomplish that?"

Her breathing hitched when he trailed his hand to her legs.

"Can a madman win the trust of his obsession?"

Isadora yelped when he grasped her thighs and yanked her forward, causing her to sit on his lap. She could feel his bulge pressing against her core.

"You’re my obsession, darling... a no doesn’t exist between us."

"I hate you," Isadora said, the only word she could form.

"I know," he mumbled as he pressed his lips on her nipple poking through her nightgown.

Isadora’s lips parted at the indirect contact, and when he used his teeth to grease the tender flesh she jumped but his hand gripping her thighs only tightened.

"You can say all you want, yell or curse, but your body? It knows who owns it." He directed his advance to the other one.

Isadora gripped his broad shoulders so hard her nails dug through the material. Her body succumbing to the sensations storming her body.

"You’ve no idea what you unleashed that night." He bit on a sensitive spot.

"Kraven!" she gasped, taking her head backward at the momentary bliss.

Suddenly her body lost gravity as her back slammed against the bed with Kraven on top of her, using one hand on the bed so that he wouldn’t crush her with his weight.

The other was still tightly secured on her thigh, braced on his shoulder.

Isadora’s heartbeat thundered heavily in her chest, heaving, as she stared at the Fae who made her heart flip and caused her body to sing for him.

Her fists clenched harder on her fur sheets as he brought his lips to her leg, running his tongue through the silk flesh.

Isadora bit her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. And just when she thought he would go further with his tongue...

"Goodnight, love."

Her eyes flashed open and found him gone.

Isadora sat up as her eyes skimmed through the empty room. He just left.

She released a sharp frustrated sigh as she dropped back on her bed, her face heated and contoured in anger.

’Why did he leave?’