INICIAR SESIÓNRavenRoman finally pulls his clothes off, exposing the body I’d spent the past weeks touching and memorizing.My eyes dragged over his broad shoulders, his defined chest, and the hard lines of muscle leading down to his hips. His cock was thick and hard, angled toward me like a threat wrapped in temptation.Then he’s on me.He positions himself between my spread thighs. The head of his cock presses against my entrance. I’m so wet already that he slides through my folds easily, coating himself in me.“Look at me,” he commands.I do.Our eyes lock as he pushes into me. Slowly, stretching me around him inch by devastating inch.I gasp at the stretch and the ache, at how naturally my body takes him in. Like it knows him better than it knows me. Like I was made for him to wreck and remake however he wantsRoman lets out a rough groan, forehead falling to mine. “I swear I’ll never get used to this.”He sinks in fully and stills, giving me a moment to breathe through the overwhelming stretc
RavenRoman doesn’t take me to my bedroom.He leads me down a hallway I’ve walked past a thousand times. Past the library. Past the wine cellar. To a door at the very end that I always assumed was storage.He stops in front of it.Pulls out his phone and enters a code into the keypad I never noticed before.The lock clicks.He pushes the door open and gestures for me to go first.Stairs lead down into darkness.“Where are we going?” I ask.“Somewhere no one will hear you scream.”The words should terrify me.They don’t.I descend the stairs with Roman close behind me. His hand is on the small of my back. Guiding me down into whatever lies below.At the bottom, he reaches past me and flips a switch.Light floods the space.My breath catches.The room is enormous. Walls painted deep charcoal. Hardwood floors polished to a shine. And everywhere I look, there are things I’ve only seen in movies or read about in books.A leather bench with restraints. A St. Andrew’s cross mounted to the wa
RavenAnaya won’t stop crying.She’s been sobbing for the past hour, curled up on my bed with her knees pulled to her chest and her face buried in her hands. Every few minutes she looks up like she’s going to say something, then breaks down again.I sit beside her with my hand on her back, feeling completely useless.The authorities have already called Jack’s family based on the information I provided. His mother. His father. His younger sister who just started college.I had to tell them their son drowned in my pool.Had to listen to his mother scream. Had to hear his father’s voice crack when he asked how this could have happened.And now I’m watching Anaya fall apart.“He didn’t drown.” Her voice comes out choked and raw. “You know Jack. He was captain of the swim team. Three-time state champion. He lived in the water, Raven.”“I know.”“He competed in nationals. Won medals. He was training for the Olympic trials.” She lifts her head and her face is blotchy and red. “He swam across
RavenEveryone is home now.Aunt Martha sits in the living room with her hand pressed to her chest like she might have a heart attack any moment. Dave stands by the window looking pale and shaken. Aria is curled up on the sofa pretending to cry while scrolling through her phone.And Vivienne paces back and forth, perfectly styled even in crisis.Roman left with the police an hour ago to make a statement at the station. They needed to ask him questions about what happened.I’m sitting in the armchair with a blanket wrapped around me even though I’m not cold.I can’t stop seeing Jack’s face. His pale lips. His empty eyes.He was alive this morning. Laughing and spinning me through the water.And now he’s dead.Because I invited him over.Because everything I touch turns to poison.I wish I’d never had him over. If I hadn’t, he’d still be alive right now. He’d be at home or at work or anywhere except lying in the medical examiner’s office with a sheet pulled over his face.I ruin everyth
RavenDid Roman do this?The thought is terrible and poisonous, but it’s there.Roman had to be jealous even if he didn’t show it. And then I left them alone.But now he’s trying to save him, breathing life back into him and fighting so hard.Why would he do that if he’s the one who caused this?“Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.”Roman leans down and pinches Jack’s nose. Covers his mouth with his own and breathes.Two rescue breaths.Then back to compressions.“Come on, kid. Don’t do this.”His voice is strained and desperate. Real desperation.Not the voice of someone who just tried to kill someone.But then where was he when Jack went under?“One. Two. Three—”Jack doesn’t cough. Doesn’t move.Roman keeps going. Compressions and rescue breaths. Over and over.“Come on. Come on, Jack. Breathe.”Nothing.The guard who checked his pulse earlier presses his fingers to Jack’s neck again.Waits.Shakes his head.“Sir, he’s gone.”Roman doesn’t stop. “No. He’s not. Keep going.”“Mr. Bell
RavenI stand in my room, drying my body with a towel as water drips onto the hardwood floor.Roman wasn’t angry, which is not typical of him. He hates seeing men around me, especially Jack.Roman had invited him over for dinner, but I’d asked him to come earlier to keep me company because I was bored as hell and didn’t want to follow Vivienne shopping and fake a smile the whole time, pretending to be happy.I am actually sick of pretending around these hateful people.Roman should have been angry when he walked in on me wrapped around Jack in the pool.But he just smiled and asked if everything was okay.I wrap a towel around myself. My hands are still shaking from the cold,Jack had been joking around, grabbed me, and spun me through the water. It was playful and innocent, but it didn’t look that way. And Roman didn’t react at all. Not even a flicker of jealousy or possessiveness or anything.What changed all of a sudden?And, oh, I finally accepted Jack’s offer to date because why
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
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
RomanWhen I kissed Raven, I called it a moment of weakness and almost felt guilty about it until I almost fucked her on my desk and I stopped lying to myself about what this is.I’m a terrible person because tell me why I should not get the thoughts of ruining Erica’s daughter out of my head.If s







