Se connecterRoman The penthouse is empty when I arrive. No Raven. No sign she’s been here at all. I call her again. Voicemail. “James, take me to the estate.” The drive feels endless. Every minute that passes without hearing from her makes the knot in my chest tighten. Kingston’s words won’t stop echoing. I took her. If I take her again, I’ll send her body back to you piece by piece. We finally pull through the gates. Up the long driveway. I’m out of the car before James fully stops. Push through the front door. “Raven!” Nothing. Then I hear it. Laughter. High and bright. Coming from the back of the house. I walk through the hallway. Through the living room. Toward the wall of glass that overlooks the pool. And I see them. Raven. In a red bikini that shows far too much skin. Legs wrapped around Jack’s waist. His hands are on her ass. Both of them are laughing as he swims around with her clinging to him like they’re the only two people in the world. Wine glasses si
RomanJames pulls the car up to the office building. I should be thinking about my meetings this morning, but it’s last night that’s etched into my head.What the fuck was I thinking, having Raven on my lap and touching her in public as I did in that cinema?My behavior around her is not normal. It’s insane. Obsessive.My lack of self-control whenever she’s around me, and the way she begs me to fuck her, and I just do feels like something born from obsession.This needs to fucking stop. Touching her whenever she asks for it—it needs to stop. I have an empire to protect, and this risks everything.My thoughts are still spiraling when I see him.Alexander Kingston is standing in front of my building, with two men flanking him like bodyguards.Fucking bastard. What does he want?“Sir?” James looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Do you need me to do anything else for you this morning?”“No. You should go home. I want you to drive Raven wherever she’s going today.”“She doesn’t let me driv
RomanMy cock is still buried deep inside her.Raven’s tight, young cunt stays wrapped around me like a hot, silky fist, even as I soften. Every tiny shift of her hips sends a fresh trickle of our mixed cum leaking out around my shaft, coating my balls and soaking into my shorts. I don’t dare lift her off. Not with Vivienne now leaning her head on my right shoulder, one hand resting casually on my chest while she reaches into the popcorn bucket with the other.“This part always gets me,” Vivienne murmurs, popping another kernel into her mouth. “The way he looks at her in the rain scene? So romantic. Don’t you think, babe?”“Mhm,” I answer, keeping my voice low and even. My left hand stays locked on Raven’s waist under her nightdress, holding her down so I stay buried to the hilt. “Yeah. Romantic.”On screen the couple is laughing in some cliché meet-cute, and Dave barks out a loud laugh from the back row. “Man, that guy is smooth as hell. I’d never pull that off.”Aria snorts. “
RavenI don’t want to be here at all.The idea of a movie night with this fucked up family sucks.But Roman won’t come upstairs to me. He won’t even give me a few minutes of his time and I’ve been dying to be with him.But good, if he won’t come to me, I’ll go to him and I’ll take what I want in front of everyone knowing he won’t protest even if he wants to.The thought sits heavily in my chest as I walk into the cinema room. The lights are already low, the big screen casting flickering colors across the walls. Dave is taking up half the back row. Aria’s legs are stretched across two seats in front. And right in the middle sits Roman with Vivienne tucked against his side, her head on his shoulder like this is exactly where she belongs.My stomach twists, but I keep walking.The in-house cinema is a space for ten people, and with Aria and Dave taking up almost all the space, they made things easy for me, because now I have a reason to be close to Roman even if there's no more seating n
RomanI’m already running late when I walk into the kitchen.No coffee brewing. No breakfast on the table. Nothing.Vivienne sits at the counter scrolling through her phone.“Where’s breakfast?” I ask, grabbing the Mercedes keys from the hook.On days James would drive me I never thought twice about it, but lately I’ve preferred taking the car myself. Maybe it’s having Raven around, the need to be more conscious, more private. I didn’t even realize how much I missed driving until the night I took her to dinner. There’s something about being completely alone with her that I’ve started to cherish.Vivienne finally looks up from her phone and waves her hand dismissively. “I placed an order. I don’t know why it’s taking so long.”I stop and turn to face her slowly. “You ordered breakfast?”“Yes.” She holds up both hands to show me nails painted some shade of pink with tiny crystals embedded in them. “I just had these done. Aren’t they beautiful? I can’t mess them up cooking. Besides, I ha
RavenThe house is quiet when I finally make it home.Too quiet.I slip through the front door as carefully as I can. Lock it behind me. Kick off my shoes.Maybe everyone’s asleep. Maybe I can sneak upstairs and pretend this whole nightmare of a day never happened.Light spills from the kitchen.My stomach drops.I walk toward it slowly. Peer around the doorway.Roman stands at the counter. Cup of coffee in hand. He’s in a white-sleeve polo top that hugs his body and a pair of joggers. He looks exhausted.Roman stands at the counter, a cup of coffee hanging loosely in his hand.A white short-sleeved polo clings to his body, outlining hard muscle like it was designed just for him, paired with low-slung joggers that sit easily on his hips.But the usual sharpness in his eyes is not there.There’s a heaviness to him tonight—shoulders slightly slumped, jaw tight, eyes shadowed with exhaustion like he hasn’t slept in days.He glances up when I enter.“You’re home late,” he says. Voice neut
RavenI find leftover pasta in the fridge and heat it up and sit at the kitchen counter with my phone and a cup of coffee and try to feel normal. It is not working but I am trying.I am scrolling through nothing in particular when I hear the elevator open.I already know who it is.I keep my eyes o
RavenVivienne is already in the kitchen when I come downstairs and honestly, I should have turned around and gone back to bed the moment I saw her.She is standing at the stove in a silk robe, her hair twisted up perfectly, looking like someone who woke up beautiful without trying.“Good morning,”
Raven“Make me.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Bold. Reckless. Everything I shouldn’t be with this man.But I can’t help myself. Not with him. Not when he looks at me like that.“Get out of the pool,” he says. His voice is rough and commanding and it sends heat pooling between my
RomanThe spreadsheet on my desk shows three months of movement across the Harlow Port acquisition and every number on it tells the same story. Someone has been quietly buying up surrounding parcels of land in small, untraceable increments, and I know exactly who it is without looking further.“How







