로그인RavenI’m already walking away when his hand closes around my arm, yanking me back hard.“Stop.”I spin around, fire burning in my veins. “Don’t touch me.”“Stop throwing tantrums.” His voice is low, controlled, infuriatingly calm. “Every time things don’t go your way, you act like a child.”Something snaps inside me. I plant both hands against his chest and shove him with everything I have.“Stop calling me that!” I snap. “Stop treating me like I’m five. I am a grown ass woman, Roman.”His hand shoots out and catches my wrist in an iron grip.“Let go—”“Enough.”“Stop telling me what to do!” I yank and twist against his hold, fighting to free myself, but he doesn’t budge. Not even slightly. It’s like trying to move a mountain. I swing my other hand at him and he catches that one too.Both wrists trapped in a single, iron-strong grasp. He wrenches them high and slams them against the wooden shelf above my head and steps right into my space, his body pressing flush against mine, and su
RomanWe walk into the building. Vivienne loops her arm through mine instantly, pressing herself close, playing the part of the perfect bride-to-be to perfection.“Isn’t this place divine? Everything is so exclusive.”I grunt something noncommittal. My mind is already elsewhere.My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out. Marcus. I gesture for them to keep walking and hang back, lifting the device to my ear.“Boss.” His voice has that sharp edge. The one that means trouble. “Have you seen the news today?”“What news?”“Alexander’s son got shot last night.”“I heard. Gerald called last night.”My mind flickers back to last night. To the bastard who thought he could put his hands on what belongs to me. The one I put bullets in. It might just be a coincidence that Alexander’s son got shot around the same time. I got rid of the trash that needed to be taken out to the street.“Kingston is losing his mind,” Marcus continues. “He’s promising to tear the city apart. Every contact, every fav
RomanThe zipper moves down tooth by tooth. The sound is covered by traffic noise and Vivienne’s voice droning on about wedding details.“The cake tasting is on Thursday. You promised you’d be there this time. No excuses about work or meetings or anything else. You promised, Roman.”“I’ll be there,” I manage to say.Raven’s hand slips inside my pants and inside my boxer briefs. Her fingers wrap around my bare cock and I have to close my eyes.Fuck.Her hand is small and soft and wrapped around me firmly enough that my breath stops. She strokes me from base to tip in one long pull.I feel precum leak from the head.“And we need to discuss the honeymoon,” Vivienne continues. “I want two weeks in the Maldives but your assistant said you can only do one week because of some acquisition in Singapore.”“We’ll figure it out.” My voice sounds strained. I clear my throat and try again. “One week is fine.”“One week is not fine. This is our honeymoon. It should be special.”Raven strokes me aga
RomanI am sitting in the black Maybach with Raven and Aria who is glued to her phone playing some game with bright colors and annoying sounds even through her headphones.I did everything to get out of this one, to not be closer to Raven because it doesn’t always end well with her but Vivienne insisted we all ride together to the fitting. Some bullshit about family bonding and making sure I’m involved in the wedding planning.I would rather be anywhere else.Vivienne sits in the front passenger seat going through her iPad and rattling off details about the reception. James navigates through midtown traffic while I’m trapped in the back seat between Aria and Raven.Raven is on my right.She’s wearing a yellow sundress that makes her skin glow. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail and I can see the curve of her neck. The place where I love to kiss her.“The caterer confirmed the menu changes,” Vivienne says without looking up from her phone. “But they’re charging an additional three t
RavenI hold the phone to my ear, walking back and forth in front of the window while the morning sun filters through the curtains.“Girl, are you sure you’re okay?” Anaya’s voice comes through, still sounding a little tired but relieved. “I felt so bad leaving you like that. My mind has just been all over the place with Mum.”“I’m fine, I promise.” I lie smoothly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.I can’t tell her. I can’t tell anyone. How do you explain to your best friend that you were almost raped, and then the man you are in love with shot the guy multiple times in front of you? It sounds like a movie. It sounds insane.And the images are still flashing behind my eyes every time I close them—the blood, the sound of the gunshots, the way Roman looked so calm while he did it.“I got a ride actually,” I say instead. “Someone came and picked me up. Got me home safe.”“Thank God.” She breathes out. “I was worried sick. Okay, good. Mum is doing much better now, by the way. The do
RomanMy wet shoes leave dark wet stains on the expensive hardwood floor as I walk into the master bedroom. I feel heavy. Tired. And still buzzing with that dark, violent energy from what happened with Jared.And Raven.God, Raven.The taste of her is still on my tongue. The feel of her coming apart on my fingers is still etched into my memory. I can still hear her begging me for it.“Roman?”Vivienne’s voice pulls me out of my head. She is sitting at the vanity, facing the mirror, dabbing some expensive cream into her skin. That is all she ever seems to do. Take care of her face. Take care of her image. Perfect, polished, plastic.“You’re back late,” she says, not looking up from her reflection. “I was starting to worry.”I don’t answer. I just start unbuttoning my shirt, peeling the damp fabric off my body, throwing it onto the chair.“I was going through the schedule for tomorrow,” she continues, smoothing lotion into her neck. “The fitting for my wedding dress is at noon. I need y
RavenRoman is driving me absolutely crazy and he knows it. He knows exactly what I need yet he is intentionally denying me.He will use his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, anything to make me scream and shatter but when it comes to his cock he pulls away, leaving me empty and throbbing and begging
Raven “I’m not a kid. I’m twenty-two.” His jaw tightens, eyes darkening as he looks at me like he’s trying to hold something back. “You think saying that changes anything?” “It should,” I shoot back, my voice unsteady but stubborn. “I’m not a child. And I’m tired of you acting like I am.”
RomanFifteen minutes later, James is driving us down Clement Avenue where her phone last pinged. The rain picked up almost as soon as we pulled out of the Cole residence driveway, coming down in heavy sheets that pound against the windshield.My heart is hammering against my ribs.The need to get
RavenWe spill out of the club doors still laughing.The bass from inside still thumps through the walls, and Anaya is doing an impression of Jared’s face when the bouncers grabbed him, so accurate I nearly double over.“Do you know who I am?” She puffs her chest out and does a voice three octaves







