The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 151: History Will Repeat Itself

A tug found Rav’s chest at Logi’s words. The gravity of it shook him to the core. ’Jealous?’ he thought, taking a step back as if the word insulted him.

A frown was carved into his features. "I care for Isadora, that is all."

Logi barked a scornful laugh at the ridiculous answer. "And I’m slow-witted like you."

"I’ve seen it, Logi!" Rav closed the distance between them as he grabbed Logi’s collar. "Isadora will not survive this."

No one understood this better than he did. He grew up with Kraven and had been there his entire life.

He watched the demons of Kraven’s past grow wings, the darkness that haunted his home, his downfall, and death with his own eyes.

Logi may claim he knew everything but he knew nothing. Not like he did.

"It doesn’t matter now, you don’t interfere. You gave me your word, Raviel Ignisar!"

Rav gulped. "Don’t you care about her life? Don’t you care that one day she will be a corpse and Kraven will go berserk? He shouldn’t have been attached to her because I know... one day he will make a mistake."

Logi opened his mouth but no words formed.

"I guess a genius didn’t think of that, hm?" He let him go, shaking his head. "This is not a game. This is Isadora’s life, this is Kraven’s insanity."

"She can tame him, Rav, I believe it."

Rav laughed but it was more mocking. "Do you know what happened when his own father succumbed to the madness?"

"Rav, stop."

"How much his mother suffered, until she begged for death?!"

"I’ll not let that happen, history shouldn’t repeat itself. Isadora is different and you know that too, she’s his mate."

"The mate bond is useless!" Rav snapped. "She’s a mannfae and It’ll only end the same way, this is no different from a Forced Mate."

"Maybe..." Logi said. "Maybe she would end up like his mother and we’d lose him, but is it too much to believe we could change all that?"

Rav scoffed. "For someone who lives entirely based on logic, it’s funny to hear such a word from you."

"Isadora survived the Hunt, she fought a fucking sigil beast and survived. I think I’m a believer."

"It doesn’t change anything!"

"You claim you care for her but you don’t believe in her?"

Rav chewed inside his mouth. "I stopped believing in things a long time ago. I stopped believing... when my sister was sacrificed by my own Court. I believed I could save her from her fate, but that didn’t change anything."

He shook his head. "I stopped believing when Kraven died before my eyes and all I could do was watch." He pointed to Logi’s chest like a warning. "It’s in your hands now. Break the bond when he gets out of control."

Rav stepped back—his eyes moving to the door a few feet away before he turned his back and strode away.

~♧~

The moment the doors slammed shut, Kraven grabbed Isadora’s neck, angling it so her eyes met his.

"Such a sharp tongue you have, putting Nyssa in her place," he mused, his chest swelling with pride.

"I-I only spoke the truth," Isadora replied stiffly, the adoration in his eyes was too much for her to bear.

Kraven chuckled deeply, the mere sound vibrating deep in his chest causing goosebumps to her skin.

"You’re such a tease, love, you dared ruin yourself before their gaze. What exactly were you thinking?"

The reminder of what she had done caused a hot blush to spread across her cheeks.

"I-I didn’t mean to—" Isadora’s words hung in her throat when his hand palmed her core, the heat from it caused her breath to shudder.

"Too late for that, darling."

Ripping sounds followed, as Kraven tore through the material between her legs.

Isadora desperately struggled to move away after his bold move but dark weaves came forth, hooking under her knees and spreading her legs apart for him.

They also banded around wrist and kept her hands stationed on the stone armrest.

"You started this, now endure it."

"K-Kraven—"

Kraven thrust two fingers inside her, causing her to squirm against him at the connection.

"Stay still, and take it," Kraven said through clenched teeth overcomed by the feeling of her insides squeezing his fingers.

His mind recalling how hot they felt wrapped around his length and caused a deep groan to vibrate from him.

Isadora trembled against him, the feeling of his fingers buried inside her forced a strangled sound from her throat.

"Did it feel good? As they watched you sit on my lap?" He pumped his fingers in a desired rhythm, but there was nothing gentle about it. "Knowing they can’t do a thing? Knowing you’re mine?"

Isadora’s body quivered profusely, trying to get comfortable in this position but she couldn’t, she was completely exposed and faced directly at the door.

Her mind was torn between pleasure and the fear of someone walking in.

"Look at you, dripping all over my hand." Kraven groaned.

His words snapped her attention away from the door. He pulled his fingers out and slapped directly at her core, the sound reverberating around the hall.

A yelp escaped Isadora at the impact, her face contouring in pain, each hit caused a sting as well as a mix of sensations.

Kraven chuckled deeply, loving the way her body responded to him. "Well aren’t you a shameless little thing, you like this don’t you?" He did it again and again.

Isadora broke in a sob unable to take anymore, he wasn’t gentle as he slapped his palm against her sensitive area, it hurt the same way it caused a heavy chill down her spine at each impact.

The slapping sounds mingled in the air, becoming the only ones she could hear aside from her whimpers and sobs.

Something must be wrong with her because there was no way this should hurt and feel good at the same time.

By the time Kraven ceased his advances, her core burned and ached, like the spot had a heart. The air kissed the sore area causing hisses to escape her lips.

Kraven gripped her neck tighter as his hot breath brushed against her neck, his tongue running through her silky skin.

He stopped for bites but not enough to break skin, just to tease for more responses even though her body felt like it would break from the simplest friction.

So fragile in his arms, utterly ruined with just a push. And all his.

"You’re making a mess, darling, drenching all over my throne," he murmured, the scent of her mingling with the desire in the air.

Kraven’s mind spiraled beyond control, each whiff was heavenly and lured him to take her right here and now.

But he restrained himself knowing if he succumbed fully he might break her.

But Gods! He wanted to, and the thought excited him, causing a suffocating constriction in his pants, the leathers becoming a frustrating barrier between them.

Isadora bit her bottom lip, her waist angling more to his hand palming her core in a possessive hold.

She urged for something that only he could give, she hated that he had total control of the situation and her body was not listening to her, eagerly driven by this Dark Fae’s obsession to possess her entirely.

Should she let him?

"Say it." His gravelly voice broke through the echoes of her mind. "I want you to say you’re mine."

His demand caused Isadora’s pulse to race. The intensity with which he said it hit her so hard she was suddenly short of breath.

’His?’ The thought of it caused a twisted feeling in her stomach. The mere idea of belonging to him both thrilled and terrified her.

Kraven’s fingers returned, thrusting deeper and stealing her breath away.

"Say it," he whispered huskily to her ear.

But a weight held her tongue, the last stance of her walls coming forth, her body might be succumbing to his touch but her mind hadn’t.

It was the only sane part of her left and she didn’t want him to have it.

Kraven smirked, sensing her resistance, she didn’t want to give in. But she had no idea it only made him hungrier and frustrated.

He began pumping his fingers, slow and deliberate, taking his time as he worked her body up, hungry eyes fixated on her as her body surrendered but her mind was still holding her back.

And so he went more slowly, teasing, not lingering longer when she arched her hips for more and pausing if needed just to get his desired reaction.

Her insides pulsed and ached, torn between sensations and insatiableness.

It was enough to drive her insane. He wanted her insane, he didn’t want her to think clearly. He wanted her utterly ruined by him and consumed to the point she couldn’t bear to stay away.

Isadora moved her waist, needy and desperate for something only he could give, but it did nothing to drag out what she wanted.

Kraven controlled the situation and she hated him for making her shameless. It was at the tip of her tongue to give him what he wanted but she refused, steeling her pride and resolve.

’Don’t give in.’