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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 fucking good, Daddy.”“Because you’re mine.” He bites my neck, hard enough that I feel his teeth break skin. “My girl gets exactly what she needs.”His hand slides between my legs, finding my clit, and the pressure he applies is almost painful but perfect.I’m making noises I’ve never made before. Animal sounds. Desperate and raw.Sobbing and moaning and begging all at once.He’s groaning too, deep vibrations against my back, primal and uncontrolled.The wet sounds of him inside me are obscene. Echoing in the empty kitchen.I’m dripping. Down my thighs. Onto the floor. Making a mess just like he said.“That’s it.” His breath is hot against my ear. “Show me how much you need this.”His fingers

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 me in her chair. Notepad in her lap. Pen in hand. That same gentle smile she always wore.“It’s good to see you again, Raven.”I don’t respond. Just stare at the plant in the corner.“Roman said you’ve been having a difficult time lately.”Silence.“He mentioned that a friend of yours passed away. Jack Davidson. I’m very sorry for your loss.”I shift in my seat but say nothing.Dr. Robin waits. She’s good at waiting. Used to do it all the time when I was younger. Just sit there in silence until I felt uncomfortable enough to speak.It’s not going to work this time.“Raven, I know you don’t want to be here. But Roman is worried about you. And from what he’s told me, I think there mi

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 at the back.Far from the family. Far from anyone who might recognize me.The air smells like fresh soil and dying flowers.Anaya stands near the front beside Jack’s mother and sister. The three women cling to each other like they’re the only things keeping themselves upright. Their tissues are already soaked through, faces swollen red from crying.And somehow that hurts more than the casket.Because this is real.Jack is really dead.There are maybe fifty people here.Friends from high school. Family members. Old neighbors. People who loved Jack and would spend the rest of their lives missing him. And me. The reason they’re all here.Roman didn’t want me to come. Said it wasn’

Raven I can’t sleep.I’ve been lying in bed for two hours staring at the ceiling. Every time I close my eyes, I see Jack’s face. His mother’s tears. The casket being lowered into the ground.I need Roman.I need to feel something other than guilt. I need him to make it stop even if it’s just for a little while.I slip out of bed and pad down the hallway to his room.The door is slightly open. Light spills out from the bathroom.I push it wider and step inside.Roman emerges from the bathroom drying his chest with a towel. Water still drips from his hair, trailing down his shoulders, his chest, the defined lines of his stomach.He’s completely naked.My eyes drop immediately to his cock.Thick. Heavy. Hanging between his legs.Heat floods through me so fast it makes me dizzy. My pussy clenches. I feel myself get wet instantly, soaking through my thin panties.“Raven.” His voice makes me look up. “Why aren’t you asleep?”He doesn’t make any effort to cover himself. I don’

RavenI wake up slowly.Something hard presses against my ass. Thick and hot and insistent.Roman’s cock.We’re still tangled together. Both of us completely naked. His arm heavy across my waist. His chest against my back.I push back slightly. Rubbing my ass against him.He groans behind me. The sound still rough with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs against my neck.“Morning.”His hand slides up from my waist to cup my breast. Squeezes gently.“You sleep okay?”“Better than I have in days.”“Good.”I push back against him again. Feeling his cock twitch and harden even more between my ass cheeks.“Someone’s awake,” I say.“Someone’s been awake for a while now. Feeling you pressed against me all night.”His hand slides back down. Over my stomach. Between my legs.I’m already wet. Already ready for him even though we fucked for hours last night.His fingers slide through my folds. Collecting the wetness there.“Always so ready for me,” he says.“Always.”His cock