The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 163: Hate It But Like It

Kraven’s teeth clenched at her words, something inside him twisted when he heard them.

He couldn’t understand why she was saying this, taunting him with those words as if she could see inside his soul.

He couldn’t decide if he liked or disliked it. He never let anyone inside his head and never will.

His little bunny will only get him physically not mentally.

Isadora observed him closely, he hadn’t said a word but just kept his gaze on her with an eerily calm expression.

She preferred it when he was aggravated—it was easy to read him, and he showed anger and irritation then.

But now she couldn’t read him. He was sealed shut and whatever glint of that familiar emotion she’d dragged from him was gone.

Isadora stood by what she’d said earlier, she can’t have him hurting himself all the time. It was wrong.

But this was Kraven... would he even listen to her? It was always about getting what he wanted no matter the lengths or ways he had to go through. He was a difficult person.

It was always impossible to reason with sometimes. This whole heated conversation might be pointless after all.

Sighing in defeat, Isadora took his hand and summoned her weaves to close up the wound, she took his other hand and repeated the action.

The silence grew between them and it got awkward because it felt like there were many unsaid things but none of them chose to speak.

Isadora exhaled a sharp breath taking a step back but her eyes spun and her body almost lost balance if Kraven hadn’t held her.

"You haven’t had anything to eat."

Isadora slowly raised her gaze to meet his. "Can’t be the only reason my body feels heavy."

He took her chin, not soft but rough, imprinting himself against her skin. "You made a mistake, the punishment was necessary," he said. "Words don’t always work."

"Hurting me works then? Did it feel good when you tortured me, and spank my ass like a child?"

Kraven tilted his head to the side, for someone who hated what he did she was flushed as she said those words, and the desire in her eyes bloomed too.

’Silly girl.’

"Blatantly throwing meaningless words at my face only makes me want to do it again and this time I’ll make sure you bleed."

Isadora’s body tensed at the promise of his words, suddenly getting rid of the idea to say more and frustrate him further.

But there was this tempting push to do it and see how far he would go.

’No, no, no!’ she thought mentally shaking her head. ’Stupid Isa! You hate what he did right? Then why are you trying to irk him? What happened was wrong! You shouldn’t like it!’

A wicked smirk found Kraven’s lips, seeing his amusement Isadora growled and pushed his chest to get away from him but his other hand remained secured on her hips as she threw her little tantrums.

"You can hate it, love, but I don’t care. I’ll show you there are things you hate and still like," he promised, drilling the image of her body responding for him, she may be angry but it doesn’t change what he saw.

She took everything he offered like a good girl, denying it won’t change a thing.

Isadora glared at him, chest heaving, and the strong urge to claw at his face was tempting. He had his way of making her furious every second.

"It’s always about what you want!" she snapped. "You’re impossible!"

Ignoring her tantrums, Kraven reached for something on the table. "Maybe food will clear your head, love. It’s a good thing I brought this."

Isadora veered her gaze to the table. Kraven opened the lid and revealed a large platter of food.

Her mouth watered at the mere sight of them making her stomach growl too, she blushed at the embarrassing sound before forcing herself to speak. "Y-You brought me food?"

"Why do you sound surprised? If I don’t take care of you, who will?"

She huffed at his words. "You mean torment me?"

"Both."

Isadora rolled her eyes, turning back to the delicious platter. "This is too much."

"Is it?"

She chewed the inside of her mouth, of course, it wasn’t! She would gladly finish this in one sitting. Her stomach growled again and she couldn’t wait anymore.

Sensing this, Kraven released her and Isadora wasted no time grabbing a napkin to wipe her hands, took the chicken drumstick, and bit on the tender flesh, moaning at the taste.

It felt like the whole conversation hadn’t happened as she stuffed her mouth with food.

Kraven reached for her, pulling some strands of hair behind her ear, prompting Isadora to turn to him with puffed cheeks.

She half expected him to be disgusted by her eating habits, she had just finished two drumsticks and was down to the third but he didn’t seem to care, if anything he looked fascinated by her, his eyes twinkled too and the color remained her of the moon.

Was the moon always so beautiful?

"We’ll leave for our mission in a week, I need to get you ready."

Isadora swallowed down her mouthful. "R-Ready?"

"Follow the raven at noon, heal your wrist..." He paused as he leaned down to her. "But don’t heal this." He squeezed her cheeks causing a painful groan to escape her.

How in the seven gods’ name did he expect her to walk around with her burning bottoms?

"And If I don’t?" She dared defile. "I’m still angry at you."

"Try me," he urged with a dangerous edge to his tone.

Isadora shivered at the look in his eyes.

"Follow the raven when you’re ready," he walked past her.

"B-But I don’t have my clothes here!"

"Check the wardrobe and don’t forget your daggers."

Isadora turned to him but her words hung in her throat when she found him gone. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Placing the bone in her mouth, she walked to the wardrobe he mentioned and pried the doors open.

She scoffed upon seeing some of her things stacked in with his. ’When did he get them?’

The audacity of this Fae must be studied, he keeps eating up her boundaries like the space between them is an insult to him.

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Isadora exited Kraven’s residence, fully dressed and stuffed with food.

The Gods knew the last time she ate a fulfilling meal. It must have been a moon ago because her mind had been more consumed and she had been eating less.

She made a mental note not to do something like that again, a full stomach was always refreshing.

But the pain on her butt killed the moment because it was a reminder of what transpired.

The impact of his hand against her ass was painful but there was an edge to it she couldn’t explain.

Was it a bad thing if she liked it? Was she broken for welcoming such a thing?

The sound of a croak pulled her attention to the raven perched on the rock beside her.

"You must be the raven then," she voiced.

It wasn’t noon yet and she needed to see Vanya to let her know she was okay.

"Follow the Raven when you’re ready."

Recalling Kraven’s words she chose to find Vanya first.

It didn’t take long for her to reach Vanya’s home, knocking on the door for the past few minutes but there was no answer.

"Vanya!" she called, pounding against the wood.

Still no response.

Isadora walked to the window, leaning closer and squinting her eyes for a better view.

There were no candles lit inside. Where could Vanya be then? It wasn’t dinner time yet so she should be resting.

"The runic on the door says she is out on a mission."

Isadora gasped at the sudden voice and twirled, her erratic eyes searching the lonely area but hearing the trees rustling and the lanterns hung against the branches dangling, she veered her gaze there.

Her paled ambers landed on Ekko casually sitting on the branch, a leg up with his arm resting against it.

"In Alda’s name have you been following me?" Isadora demanded.

If he did, she did not sense him at all, even now he was no presence, he was like a ghost.

"No," he replied in a simple word.

"You want me to believe you were just relaxing on that tree?"

It took a moment before he replied. "Yes."

Frustration curled deep within Isadora, his single answers were not helping. If he were telling the truth he wasn’t doing a good job.

"Do you just happen to creep around people all the time?"

"It’s not my fault if they can’t detect my presence. I’m not a creep... just a simple fellow enjoying solitude."

That was more words than she’d ever heard him speak and he sounded sassy reminding Isadora of herself if she couldn’t take anyone’s bullshits anymore.

Isadora sighed, choosing not to question him further, she had a feeling he would decide to go mute.

However, what he said at the beginning pulled her interest. "Earlier you said Vanya’s on a mission?"

"The runic."

Isadora turned back to the house, then the door where a rune was drawn on it with chalk.

"It means mission."

Isadora gulped and lied. "I-I knew that, I just thought she may be inside."

She wasn’t about to let him know she couldn’t read.