تسجيل الدخولRavenEveryone 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
Roman 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 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







