The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 177: Tell Me What You Want

The sensation of his wet tongue running through her skin scorched her body alive. Her senses picked up, and a pulse between her legs that almost made them give out.

Kraven growled in satisfaction, loving the way her body trembled and the fine hairs at the back of her neck standing. She was completely ruined for him.

Nothing could ever amount to this perfection.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked. It was a risky move—a mistake.

It was a good thing he always took risks.

"Y-Yes."

Gods! She was a frustrating little thing he wanted to squeeze with his bare hands sometimes.

"Mean it."

The words to say hung in Isadora’s throat; she knew she couldn’t, and when she did, he would taunt her for it. He wanted to see how completely helpless she was.

He wanted her to need him.

"I always told you to mean your words." His other hand moved to her neck, not gripping but merely resting there. Yet, the heat of his touch seared through her skin, leaving a suffocating sensation.

"Because if you don’t... it only makes me irritated."

Her breath shuddered as his hand slipped down to her chest, her heart pulsing rapidly against his palm.

"And when I’m irritated, I’m angry."

Isadora swallowed thickly when he groped her breast.

"When I’m angry, darling, I take it out in ways that satisfy my rage."

Isadora bit her lip as he squeezed harder. His touch was never gentle, yet it had a way of making her body respond sinfully. She couldn’t understand it, but it was as if an invisible force tethered the connection.

"And in your case, my darling Isadora, I take it out on your body." His tongue swiped on her neck, licking directly at the vein pulsing there. "I want you to bleed, tremble, and break until there’s nothing left to destroy, leaving you entirely in a perfect mess."

She gasped when he nibbled the skin, not enough to break through, but enough to make her body tremble in his hold as it tried to filter through the sensation invading her body.

’So responsive for me,’ he thought.

"I’ll ask again for the last time." His thumb pressed hard against the material of her tunic, rubbing roughly at the sensitive spot.

Isadora bit her lip hard, so hard it drew blood, to keep from making a sound; the walls here were thin, and any loud noise would awaken the others.

"Do you want me to leave?" He mercifully pinched the area.

Her body flinched and almost jumped out of his hold, but he held her in place.

"Kraven..." she murmured.

"Yes, darling?"

She gulped, unable to bring herself to say it.

"You’re so stubborn, the more reason to do this." He pinched again.

A deep shiver flooded through her body in waves.

"I-It won’t change a thing if I say it."

"Why don’t you say it and find out then?"

Her teeth clenched. "You’re just keeping up the disguise."

He chuckled. "Come on, darling, that’s a little low to think of me. I don’t give any fuck about that, it doesn’t dictate what I chose to do to what’s mine."

"I’m not your possession!" She struggled in his hold.

"You’re a living thing, darling. My living thing." He squeezed her breast and a breathy moan escaped from her.

However, Isadora was determined to question him, ignoring how her body came alive to his sweet torture. She needed to get the weight off her chest because it would crumble if it stayed any longer.

She didn’t want it to dictate her actions.

"W-What are we, Kraven? I’m Lady Raven. The woman who sits at your side, is that only what I’m meant to be?"

"That depends on you." His hand moved to her neck, angling it backwards so that her eyes met his. "I’ve already made my intentions clear, or is that not enough for you?" he mused.

The look in her eyes was easy to read, and she did nothing to hide it. There was a desire seeped within them, and it spoke louder than any words she had ever said to him.

"What do you want from me, darling? Tell me."

Her lips pressed in a thin line.

"Words only work when you say them. Don’t make me repeat myself."

Isadora couldn’t hold it in any longer, her brows drawing together as a newfound emotion gripped her. "I want more of you," she murmured breathlessly. freewёbnoνel.com

Kraven exhaled sharply as a sensation ignited within him, wiping away everything he had ever known—his purpose, goals. They all crumbled beneath the weight of her desperate gaze.

She wanted more of him. But she was foolish to do so.

"Be careful what you wish for, darling. When you say things like that to a madman, you’ll only get more than you bargained for."

Isadora uttered two words she never thought she would say. "I don’t care."

Kraven licked his lips. "We’ll see about that." He suddenly released her, her body moving forward, and she held onto the wall for support.

When she turned, Kraven held her dagger. Without breaking eye contact, he cut his palm, the blood dripping to the floor.

Isadora stared wide-eyed at him, her heart breaking at the sight of this. He said nothing, but his actions spoke volumes.

She could strangely tell.

She could tell that no matter what, his thirst would never stop him from doing what he wants.

Kraven was selfish, but a person like that would do selfless things for his obsession.

"What do you want now?" he asked. "Do you want me to cuddle you? Hold you through the night and whisper loving things to you? Isn’t that what a sweet thing like you would want?"

Isadora searched his eyes, but there was no emotion behind them as he said those words.

"I’m not a gentle person, Isadora. I don’t do cuddles or affections that stem from the heart. You say you want more, but do you even understand what that means?"