登入Raven“It’s freezing.” I whimper. “It’s… oh fuck. Daddy.”“That’s right,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied.He keeps my thighs spread wide with his hands, pinning me exactly where he wants me so I can’t close my legs, can’t shift away from the intensity of it. Then his mouth is on me again, hot and hungry, lapping at my pussy, his tongue chasing the melting ice mixed with my own arousal, sucking and drinking every drop. The contrast between his scorching tongue and the freezing melt makes me sob, my whole body trembling under his hold.“Daddy,” I whimper, blindfolded and lost to nothing but his mouth on me.“I know, baby,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh, his voice vibrating through me. “Tell me how it feels.”“It’s too fucking good,” I gasp, broken and desperate as another wave of cold and his relentless mouth sends sparks through every nerve. “Roman, I can’t—it’s so much.”He chuckles, low and warm, his tongue circling my clit before pushing back inside me. “I’ve g
RavenThe text comes through just as Griffin pulls up to the estate.*Come to the garden.*I stare at it for a moment then look up at the dark silhouette of the house ahead. Griffin parks and I climb out and follow the path around the side of the house toward the garden gate.Nothing prepares me for what’s on the other side of it.Rose petals scattered across the grass in a winding path toward the center of the garden. String lights threaded through the trees above, warm and low. A thick cashmere blanket spread on the ground with an ice bucket beside it, a bottle resting inside, two glasses waiting.I stop walking.I have known Roman Bellerie my entire life.I have never seen anything like this from him. Not once. Not even for my mother.Roman is sitting on the blanket in white trousers and a brown button-down, sleeves rolled, collar open, the moonlight catching the hard lines of his chest. He looks completely out of his element and completely unwilling to admit it, which is the most
RavenThe hallway outside Anaya’s apartment is quieter, but not by much. The party noise leaks through the door behind us, muffled bass and laughter, while Detective Reyes leans against the wall like he has all the time in the world.“I’d rather not do this here,” he says. “But you’ve made yourself difficult to reach, Miss Bellerie.”“I don’t have anything to tell you.”“You were sent three separate requests to come in for questioning regarding Jack Davidson’s death. You didn’t respond to any of them.”That actually stops me for a second.“I never got any requests.”“They were sent to the address on file.” He says it mildly, like he’s reading off a form, but his eyes don’t leave my face. “Your Dad’s residence.”Of course.Roman. Or someone working for Roman. I don’t know if he intercepted them to protect me or because he didn’t want anything official touching this family at all, but either way, I’m standing here looking like someone who’s been deliberately avoiding the police
RavenIt’s Anaya’s birthday party. The one she’s been excited about for days.I’m not even fully through the door before Anaya stops dead and stares past my shoulder.“Um.” She crosses her arms. “Raven. Why are there two men built like refrigerators standing in my hallway?”I glance back. Griffin and the other guy, the quiet one whose name I always forget, are right behind me, just few steps away. “They’re still following me around,” I say.“Still?”“It’s the only way Roman would let me come tonight.”Anaya marches past me into the hallway, hands on her hips, and looks the two men up and down like she’s inspecting furniture that doesn’t match the decor.“Okay, hello, gentlemen.” She says it brightly. “This is my birthday party. It is full of soft girlies and cool guys having a good, low-stakes evening. There are no dangerous people here, as you can clearly see.”She gestures grandly at the apartment behind her, where someone has just put on a playlist and two of her cousins are
RomanRaven got discharged from the hospital, and I’m the one driving us away.“I don’t want to go home yet,” she says softly.She’s been quiet since we pulled out of the hospital car park. Not the heavy kind of silence that comes with fear or pain. Just quiet. Her head rests against the seat as she watches the city slide past her window.“What do you want to do?”“Can we just drive around for a little bit? But if you have meetings, you can take me home. I wouldn’t want to be the reason you miss an appointment.”I reach for her hand where it’s resting beside her and lace my fingers through hers.“We’ll do whatever you want.”I’d already called my assistant and cancelled every meeting on my schedule.I tighten my grip on her hand and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles.The thought of losing her still sits in my chest like a wound that hasn’t decided whether it wants to heal.For days, all I did was sit in hospital corridors, listen to doctors talk, and wait for u
Raven“Sorry to interrupt,” the doctor says. “We would like to do an ultrasound this afternoon if you are feeling up to it. To check on the baby given everything your body has been through.”I nod. “Of course.”The machine is brought in. The gel is cold against my skin. The probe moves across my abdomen and the screen fills with the image.There it is. Bigger than before. More defined. A certain small shape that makes my throat tighten with emotion.Then the sound.A heartbeat. Fast and strong and completely indifferent to everything complicated about the world it’s been born into. My hand finds Roman’s arm and grips without thinking. A sound escapes me, small and involuntary and embarrassing — and I don’t care at all.“Strong heartbeat,” the doctor says. “Good size for gestational age. Everything looks exactly as it should.” He makes a note. “You’ll be able to see a lot more detail at your next scan.”I can’t look away from the screen.This is mine. This tiny, stubborn, already-fight
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
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,”
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







