LOGINRaven“Come here.”He’s moved to the couch, sitting back with his legs spread and his eyes on me, and I look at the distance between us like it’s a mountain because my legs are not working properly right now.I push off the table.My knees nearly buckle immediately and I have to grip the edge and breathe through it. Every muscle I have feels like water. I’m still trembling, still breathing hard, my hair everywhere and tears dried on my face and he’s sitting there watching me try to pull myself together with dark patient eyes.I make it to him on legs that barely cooperate.He reaches up and unzips slowly and pulls his cock out and wraps his hand around it, running his fist up and down the length while he looks up at me, and my mouth goes dry.“Don’t keep me waiting,” he says. “Come sit that hot pussy on daddy’s cock.”I swing my leg over him and sink down slowly and the stretch as he fills me makes my eyes roll back and a long broken moan leave my throat that I have no control
Raven“How much can you take?”Roman’s voice is quiet. That particular quiet that fills the whole room.“Whatever you give me,” I say. “Don’t hold back.”He looks at me for a moment, spread open and chained and already dripping, and something tightens in his jaw.He turns to the box on the shelf.When he turns back he has a whip in his hand, thin and supple, and he trails the tail of it slowly down the center of my body, from my collarbone, between my breasts, down my stomach. I whimper at the drag of it against my skin, my nipples pulling into hard peaks just from the contact.“Mmm.”“You’re pregnant.” His eyes come up to mine. “I’ll be careful. As much as I can.”The tip grazes my inner thigh and I roll my hips toward it without thinking. He pulls back and snaps it lightly against my pussy and the sting lands right on my swollen clit and I cry out and arch hard off the table, the chains biting into my wrists and ankles as heat explodes between my legs.He does it again. A
Raven(Present)“Playtime,” Roman says the moment we step into the underground room.It’s only the second time he’s brought me here, but I already know exactly what that single word means.My pulse stutters.Every visit to this room ends the same way—with him taking complete control, and me discovering another limit I didn’t know I had.The lighting is low, amber, and warm, and the space has that particular hush that exists outside of ordinary time, which feels right. Because the man standing across the room from me is supposed to be sleeping right now, hours away from standing at an altar, and instead he’s here, and I’m here, and neither of us is pretending that makes any sense.He sets his jacket on the back of the chair.Then he reaches for his shirt buttons.I tell myself not to watch.I watch anyway.Roman without a shirt is not something you look away from—the breadth of his shoulders. The hard, defined lines of his chest and stomach speak to a discipline he never discusses but
Roman(Past)18 years ago.The club was loud and dim and exactly the kind of place I wouldn’t normally choose for a meeting.But Randy had picked it, and Randy was one of the three men who had survived the night Mario Cole’s empire burned, and when survivors of that night asked for anything I had learned to say yes without argument. They had earned that much.We sat in a corner booth, far enough from the stage that conversation was possible, close enough that the music covered it.“The Kingstons are moving east,” Randy said, turning his glass slowly on the table. “They’re not being subtle about it either. Three ports in the last six months.”“I know about the ports.”“Then you know they’re filling the gap Mario left.”“Everyone is filling the gap Mario left.” I kept my eyes on the table. “That’s what gaps do. They get filled.”“The difference is, the Kingstons don’t leave witnesses.” Randy’s voice dropped. “They’re not building an empire, Roman. They’re burning everything they touch…
RavenRoman keeps me open with the width of his body standing between my thighs, my legs draped over his forearms, and every time I try to close them he just pushes them wider without even looking down. Like keeping me open is something he does without thinking. Like this is his and he’ll take it however he wants.I’m shaking already.“Keep your eyes on me.”I try. God, I try. But he curls his fingers again and my head tips back and a moan tears out of me that I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.“Raven.”I bring my eyes back to his.“Good girl.”He adds a third finger and my body arches off the bonnet, my back lifting, my mouth falling open on a silent cry. He pushes me back down with the flat of his forearm across my hips, pinning me there, not roughly but completely, and keeps fucking me with his fingers, deep punishing strokes that push every thought out of my head.“Stay still,” he says.I can’t stay still. My whole body is moving with him, chasing him, rolling towar
Raven Roman steps between my thighs, one hand already sliding up under the fabric, fingers brushing my soaked pussy. I’m dripping, the night air making it worse, and the low sound that leaves his throat when he feels it sends heat rushing through me.“You are my girl,” he says, voice rough as he starts stroking my clit in tight circles. “What does that make you?”“A human,” I gasp, even as my thighs tremble around his wrist. “With feelings. Forgive me for lashing out because my man isn’t loyal.”He stops.Withdraws his hand and I almost cry at the loss.“I am loyal to you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, gripping my chin hard enough to force my eyes to his. His fingers dig into my skin. “Do you know what you did to me when I sent you to London?”I hold his gaze. Don’t look away.“You fucked the first woman who threw herself at you,” I say. “Because that’s who you are.”Because Roman Bellerie always had women around him.I grew up watching it. Mom and he fought about
RavenThe cemetery is smaller than I imagined.Gray headstones are scattered across clipped green grass. Trees cast long shadows against the afternoon sun. Beneath a white funeral tent, Jack’s casket hangs suspended over an open grave like the earth itself is waiting to swallow him whole.I stay
Raven “Do you think your mother’s death was your fault?”The question hits me like a punch to the gut.I look at her. Really look at her.“The gun went off accidentally. That’s what the police report says. That’s what everyone believes.”“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you think it was y
RavenDr. Robin’s office looks exactly the same as it did six years ago.Same beige walls. Same potted plant in the corner that’s probably fake. Same leather couch that’s supposed to make you feel comfortable but just makes you feel like you’re in a therapist’s office.Dr. Robin sits across from
Raven“Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.”I do. The pain is sharp and bright and somehow it makes everything else fade.Jack’s face. The guilt. The fear.All of it dims under the overwhelming sensation of Roman destroying me.“You fuck me so good.” I’m still crying. Still shaking. “Feels so f







