Chapter 45
Her trembling fingers sit on her lap, as I walk around the bench until I’m facing her. I kneel in front of her, and immediately spot the solitary tear traveling down her cheek.
“What are you so afraid of, pretty girl?”
“You,” she breathes.
Unable to not touch her, I slide my hands up her thighs, and she shivers like she’s freezing but I know it’s fear. While I do enjoy it when she’s scared, I also want her to stop running from me. I do like a game of hide and seek, but I like her beside me twenty-four-seven, far more.
“I know what you’ve been through. You’re running because you think I’ll turn into him, but I won’t.
I’d rather carve my own damn heart out of my chest, than ever do what he did.
I’ll never give you more than a red handprint on your ass or a pretty little hand necklace.
And I think we both know you liked that. ”
Her cheeks blush beautifully, and I fight the need to adjust my hard cock.
“We are leaving, but I’ll give you a choice in how we do it. Hand in hand, or do you prefer to travel over my shoulder?”
She shakes her head and says,
“What do you want from me, Raven?”
It takes me a moment to respond, since I’m confused by the question. I think I’ve been clear about what I want.
“I want you to choose me. It shouldn’t surprise me that you don’t. Nobody ever does. So I’ll settle for having you. Maybe I will never have your heart, but I know you feel something for me. Not love, but something. If you’d stop fighting so hard, who knows what it could be.”
“You’re a killer,” she whispers.
I nod in agreement.
“I am, and I always will be. I’m also the man that helped you get the revenge you needed. Don’t deny it, pretty girl. You needed it, and it felt freeing.”
Bianca’s lips pull up into the slightest smile.
“It did. He deserved it, after everything he did to me.”
Rising from the ground, I sit on the bench beside her, and take her face in my hands.
“I didn’t know why I didn’t break out of the asylum sooner. I was more than capable of it. Now I know. I was waiting for you.”
“Raven,” she breathes, and it makes my cock even harder, painfully so.
Sliding my hand into her much shorter hair, I tilt her head to the side and lean into her.
I swipe my tongue over her slightly parted lips, enjoying the moan it elicits from her. Tilting my head, I press my lips to hers, and she cups the back of my neck as I slide my tongue against hers.
Moving my hand down her back, I lie her down on the bench and hover over her, pressing soft kisses along her jawline.
“I feel like the painted raven is watching us.”
Biting her neck gently, I say, “Ravens are always watching, pretty girl. They are often thought to represent death, but I think that’s wrong. They start off in gangs, before they go off on their own. It’s life the raven is looking for, and once he finds it, he’ll never let it go.”
Sliding my hand up her shirt, feeling her soft skin under my fingers, I move up until I get to her tits.
“Oh my god, not here. It’s broad daylight.”
If she thinks she’ll change my mind about touching her, she’s right. I move my hand in the other direction, under her pants.
“When you’re with me, you don’t think about anything other than what I’m doing to you. If you’re a good girl, and come for me, I’ll take you somewhere private, before I fuck you into next week.”
She shakes her head no, but the second I brush her clit with my thumb, she seems to change her mind.
“Raven,” she gasps, as her legs fall to the sides, opening for me.
I push two fingers in her wet pussy, and she bites down on her bottom lip, stifling her moan.
“That’s not allowed, Bianca. Wherever we are, I want to hear you. Your orgasms are mine. You will not keep them from me. Every sound. Every scream. Each breathy moan belongs to me. Understood?”
Releasing her bottom lip, she says “Yes,” and it’s a mixture of a spoken word, and a needy cry.
“That’s my good girl. Give in to me.”
Bianca bucks her hips up, and I continue rubbing her clit and finger fucking her, as she unravels.
A soft cry of my name leaves her lips, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes wide with lust. She tends to overthink things, and imagine the worst case scenario, except when I’m making her feel good.
When I’m making her come, she forgets all her worries, and just lets herself feel what I’m doing to her.
I remove my fingers from her pants and demand, “Open.”
She parts her lips, and I shove my fingers into her mouth.
“Look at what I do to you, and you choose to run? We both know no other man has ever given you the kind of pleasure I do.”
After she sucks my fingers clean, I remove them, and she flashes me a brief glare.
“Cocky asshole.”
Tilting my head to the side, I chuckle, “Do I lie, pretty girl? Can you honestly tell me I’m wrong?”
Bianca pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, before her lips pull up into a playful grin.
“No, but you’re still a cocky asshole.”