The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 226: Seed Of Doubt (2)

Aric blinked. "No. We’re hunters. Lone wolves and the only higher power we serve is Krig, the god of war and chaos. Why would I subject myself to serving as a puppet? I’ve dignity."

A faint smile found Marek’s lips. "I believe you."

"You should, because no one will be as honest as I am to you. Do not let your mind wander to such a thing again. You must be headstrong and know that my unwavering faith and trust will never quench."

"Of course, master. Forgive me..." Marek paused. "My mind has just been clouded."

"Well, clear it, I don’t need you to be divided. We’ve got a missing ravenite to find."

"What will you do when we find the ravenite?"

"That, my son, is a mystery I’ll gladly unravel when I get my hands on them."

"Them?"

"Yes. I have a reason to believe it wasn’t that female with a bloodthirsty glare. Knowing the Reaper, he might have sent more or worse, he’s here."

Marek swallowed hard. "I’ve heard the Reaper is a terrifying warrior wanted by the Court."

"Yes," Aric nodded. "Kill the other ravenite, but if by chance the Reaper is here. I’ll need him alive." ƒreewebɳovel.com

’Why does he need him alive?’ Marek thought, confused. Aric’s orders infused another doubt in Marek’s mind. He had every intent of revealing the Reaper’s location.

Yet, strangely, he didn’t utter a word.

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Isadora’s back met the wall, knocking the air out of her.

She raised her gaze and glared at Kraven, who returned the favor with a devilish smirk.

"You shouldn’t have saved me."

"And why is that, darling?"

"I think Serena is a prisoner here, I would have gotten the chance to find her in that cold cell."

He encased his hand around her neck, her pulse racing under his touch. "It would have been a lost plan, darling. The prisoners are not much of one, they are his members who defiled him. She’s not there."

"You wouldn’t know. I need to see for myself." She thrashed against his grip, but it only tightened more until it felt like he would snap her neck like a twig.

Isadora tensed, her body going impossibly still.

"What did I say about stealth?" he said in a low, deep tone.

It took everything for Isadora to find her voice and not be overpowered by his dark presence that ate up the air. "I-It’s not much of that now, is it? The bodies, they will know they’ve been infiltrated."

"Fun, isn’t it?" He leaned closer. "Aric will be intimidated, knowing there’s a ravenite in his Tower and even more when he doesn’t know how many."

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Isadora asked with certainty. "The need to plant panic in his mind."

"As much as you give me credit, darling. The answer’s no. I wanted you back," he voiced. "The idea of you slipping through my fingers does not sit well with me. You come first, you’re my priority."

Isadora could discern the tension in his voice. He sounded anxious, but it came forth as a mere vexation he wanted to be rid of.

But she could see it in the eyes. Gods! The look in those captivating silver orbs spoke more volumes than any words he had spoken. She could read them, feel them.

She suddenly realized how much he was troubled by her disappearance.

"I—"

His lip locked against hers before she could speak. Isadora paused in shock as they devoured hers.

Cold chills swept through her insides, freezing her innards as a subtle feeling spurted, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

The more his lips roamed hers, the more her anxiety broke free and became out of control until her body couldn’t take any more.

Isadora’s hands moved to his chest and they balled into fists. Using all the strength she could muster, she pushed him off.

Her chest heaved as she burned a hole into his face. Kraven had a satisfied smirk on his lips as if he had accomplished what he set out to do

"I told you I wouldn’t forget that kiss, this is me returning the favor."

The loss of connection caused an inexplicable sensation to feast through Isadora until she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

The hunger to feel his lips again, to have his warm body pressed against hers. She felt like an addict having her first withdrawal, and the only one who could make her better was him.

She hushed her demons raging to storm free and trap her in her mind. She let herself drown helplessly in what her body desired.

She would rather come apart for him than be imprisoned in fragments of memories that haunted her.

She needed him.

Kraven felt his heart flip as he gazed upon her lustful gaze. She was fighting it, and she was losing.

"Come to me, darling."

It took two heartbeats for her to close the distance between them, grabbing his shawl and pulling him down for another.

Kraven kissed right back, hands cupping her cheeks as he buried their lips more in a ferocious intensity that stole their breaths away.

A moan buzzed from Isadora’s throat as the passion stirred the flame radiating from them. Seizing their bodies like the scorching blaze, ready to consume them alive.

But they welcomed the idea because nothing could ever substitute this moment as their hearts intertwined as one.

Isadora’s hands blissfully slide in his braid, gripping the weaves like her lifeline, keeping her pinned to reality.

Kraven grasped her waist, tightly, fixated on the thought that she might pull away, and he didn’t want that. He pressed their bodies more until it seemed like they would merge as one.

A chill surged down Isadora’s spine when she felt his bulge poking dangerously at her abdomen.

She rasped, yanking away from him with force, backing away until the wall behind halted her need to flee.

"Don’t stop now, darling," he growled like a beast ready to pounce. "There’s a limit to how much a starved man can do to remain lucid. Don’t ruin me more than you already have."