Chapter 14 #2
Raven left the main house, likely because she knew I was coming for family dinner the way we try to do every Sunday night. Especially since my mom was diagnosed with recurrent breast cancer and has been undergoing treatment.
And if I were a better man, I’d respect the fact that she doesn’t want to see me and leave her alone. But I think at this point, it’s pretty damn obvious I’m not a better man. She thinks she hates me. And maybe part of her does for what I did to her.
I deserve it.
I was an asshole. Worse than that. I watched her heart break before my eyes, and I kept going. In fact, I dug the knife in deeper. I didn’t have a choice. But other than hurting her and going four years without her, I don’t regret what I did.
She was so young and so in love and terminally blind to the reality of us.
I was not going to ruin her life. I was not going to kill her dream.
Even if it meant I had to kill us.
But it was temporary. In my mind, in my heart, I knew she was it for me and I knew I’d find my way back to her. When the time was right.
In all the years I lived in my parents’ home, I’ve only been in the staff house one other time. And both times revolve around Raven.
It’s quiet and dark as I enter the large home.
Sophia, our head chef, is preparing Sunday dinner for my entire family and her husband, Carlos, is likely in the stables looking after my mother’s fleet of horses.
We have a driver, Travis, who is singing horribly off-key to some country song—no doubt driving Raven mad.
Our head groundskeeper and last, Morgan Fairchild, Raven’s father, lives here, as do a floating pool of security and gardeners, depending on need.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I slink past door after door, all the way down to the end.
The building is a series of apartments and single rooms and I already know Raven is occupying one of the single rooms because Morgan is now in one of the one-bedroom apartments.
But Morgan has never been one to stay still or stay quiet.
I’m counting on him not being in the house since there is no light from beneath his door and I don’t hear him moving in what I know to be his place.
Thank goodness for that since Raven’s room is directly across the hall. She was eight or so when I carried her up here, soaking wet, shivering, and scared out of both our minds. She’d nearly drowned in our pool, and I found her just in time.
I saved her life that day and years later, I stole her innocence like an unrepentant thief. Now I’m here to win back her heart because it’s only ever been her.
When I near her door, I pad silently, creeping along until I touch the plank of wood that separates us. A sliver of light shines from the gap between the door and the floor, and I know she’s in there.
“Are you trying to hide from me?”
Something hard hits the floor from within and then the air falls still once more.
“Is that why you fled back here instead of staying? Did you think you were safe from me, Little Bird? That I wouldn’t come for you?”
I test the door and to my surprise, it’s unlocked.
A fatal mistake or calculatingly intentional, I don’t care.
She’s standing against the window facing me, her hair wet from a recent shower and tangled on top of her head in a messy bun.
She’s barely wearing anything. So similar to how I found her in the garage that night.
It won’t take much for me to bare her fully to me.
Entering her room, I kick the door shut behind me, lock it, and plant my feet.
“You have no business being back here. Get out.”
She’s breathing heavily, angry as a bull at a rodeo, and I like this Raven.
The one who knows exactly how to handle me and isn’t afraid to do so.
Her eyes breathe fire and mine do the same, ready to tear this room and this woman apart.
I was a wounded predator when I crashed at her feet, and she was the innocent blackbird who had never been touched. But now we’re playing on an even field.
I’m no longer wounded and she’s no longer innocent.
“What if I don’t?” I take a step. Then another. Closer in this small room that doesn’t have much to it. A tiny bed with a dark purple comforter, a small white dresser, a large mirror on the wall, and a couple posters of dudes with cellos who I don’t recognize. “Are you going to make me?”
“You think I won’t?”
“No. I think you want me to touch you. Desperately.”
Her body flushes against the pale linen she’s hardly wearing, and my cock thickens in my jeans.
Her fists ball up at her sides and I know she’s trying to fight this.
Trying to fight it and failing, judging by how blown out her pupils are.
I came out here to talk, but with her dressed like this, with this crackling energy swirling like gasoline waiting on the flick of the match, there is no way that’s happening now.
I haven’t been with anyone in four years. Her. It’s only been her and I’m dying.
“The last thing I want is you to touch me. It’s over between us. Now get out!”
“Oh no, Little Bird. We’re just getting started.”
Retreating another step back, she presses into the window behind her, her chin defiantly raised, eyes narrowing into hateful slits, but it’s too late. I’m right here. Right in front of her, so close I can smell her skin and feel her heat.
“You’re such an arrogant bastard. Thinking every woman who looks at you wants you.”
“And yet I only care about one.”
“Liar. This is all about you wanting what you can no longer have.”
My hand hits the bare skin of her hip and a jolt of wild, unbridled longing shoots through me. This girl. I’m starving for her. The primal need to erase every trace of any other man who came before this moment consumes me.
I tighten my grip. “You, Raven Fairchild, are all I’ve wanted for four years.”
She laughs bitterly. “You’re photographed with women practically every night. Luca Abbot-Fritz, billionaire playboy.”
“That’s the media. Not reality. I haven’t been with anywhere close to the number of women they claim. Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me touch you? Let me drop to my knees and eat your sweet pussy? Fuck you so hard and so good you feel my cock throbbing inside you for days after?”
Please, dear God, say yes. For four years I’ve been a hungry, unsated beast.
Her “half-mast, hotter than the blazes of hell, I want to kill you and fuck you” expression is only egging me on. Angry Raven is insanely hot.
Splaying my fingers across her hip, I drag my hand down along the outside of her thigh and with my eyes still locked on hers, I move lower, inward.
She’s had plenty of time to push me off and I see the internal war she’s waging splashed across her face.
She wants to push me away, but she wants my touch more.
Sliding beneath the short hem of her shorts, I find the lacy edge of her panties and groan. “Fuck. You’re wet.” So wet, my dick pulses and I groan again as I pull them to the side and touch her bare, soft lips.
Long fingers cinch the tiny crotch of her panties, balling it up in my fist, and in one sharp motion, I rip them.
The fabric tears away and she gasps, rattling the windowpane as she falls against it.
The panties find their way to my pocket—apparently, I’m starting a collection—and then my hand is back, up her inner thigh, running my finger through her drenched seam to her opening.
I slide one finger inside her, stepping in close so I can press my hard cock into her, and dip down, staring straight into her eyes. I pump my finger in and out so slowly, it’s little more than a tease. She whimpers, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to try and stop her reaction to me.
But it’s no use.
Shaking, fury dancing harshly in her expression, but still, she’s not fighting me and she’s not telling me to stop.
I lick along her jaw, up to her lips where I place a kiss, and whisper against her, “Tell me you want it and I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
Her hand dives into the back of my hair, gripping me roughly by the roots.
“You better be as good at this as I remember, asshole.” Then she crashes her lips to mine, and I absolutely die, having reached heaven.
Her lips are as perfect as I remember them being.
Cupid’s bows that were made for mine slide roughly against me before she dives her tongue into my mouth.
I bite her lower lip, letting her know she’s not going to be the one controlling this.
That’s all me, sweetheart, and that’s not changing despite the years of groveling I’ll have to do to win her back.
Our tongues thrash violently, her hands ripping at my shirt, balling it up in her small fists as I press her back against the glass.
She shivers and I pull out of her, painting her lips with her arousal that she greedily licks up. Such a good girl. I reward her for that by finding her large breasts under her tiny shirt—no bra—and squeezing them hard.
“Fuck,” she hisses as my thumbs coast back and forth over her nipples, rolling them, my eyes fixed on her as I do. She thrusts into my palms, wanting more, needing it harder because her breasts, especially the undersides and her nipples, are sensitive as fuck.
My lips find hers again, tasting her sweet pussy on her, and I grind against her hip, driving my cock into her. Showing her exactly what she does to me. The sort of power she wields over me.
Only her. Forever her.
Her hands cover mine over her breasts, demanding I give her more, and I growl, tightening my fingers on her nipples, aching to see them.
So I do. I drop down to my knees, slide her top up, and bite the underside of her breast. Hoping I mark it, so she remembers who these belong to.
My large hands squeeze and lift, pressing her tits together, and I lick the seam of her cleavage. I’ve missed these so much.
These perfect fucking tits.
I suck one nipple into my mouth. Then the other. Loving how rosy and hard they are.
“Raven. My sweet, delicious Little Bird.” My hands drift, lowering her shorts to the floor, and I take a deep inhale, still nipping and sucking on her gorgeous tits.
She emits a loud moan as I slip a finger back in.
“No one else has touched you like this. Made you feel this good. Known exactly what you need and how to give it to you.”
“Stop talking, Luca.”
I grin into her, and she shoves me down farther, right into her dripping pussy. Throwing her leg up and over my shoulder, I angle her back and lick her seam, tasting her arousal. Reacquainting myself with her body. My tongue plunges up, diving in as deep as I can go.
“No one will ever taste you here again. This pussy is mine .”
“Not even close.”
“Here. I’ll prove it.” Sucking mercilessly on her clit, I look up, wanting her eyes.
She rocks into me, her thigh locking around my head as I hit her just right.
I flick her clit harder, thrusting two fingers inside her.
Her back arches as she lets out a shuddered moan, her hand tearing at my hair.
But dammit, I need to see her as I pleasure her. “Look at me, Raven.”
“No.”
Goddamn her.
“I said look at me.”
She shakes her head, pinching her eyes closed, and I remove my fingers and lips.
Her hand rips violently at my hair, trying to force me back into her, but I resist, watching as she breathes harshly.
Until finally, in an act of pure frustration and need, her eyes spring open and she drops her chin, her expression thunderous.
So beautiful, my breath quakes in my chest.
“You’re such an asshole. Stop staring at me like that and just eat me out. And for Christ’s sake, stop with all the demands and talking.”
“Beg me to make you come.”
She pushes me back into her. “Make me come or I’ll never let you touch me again.”
Fuck, I love this woman. God, how I’ve missed her.
“Say please.”
“Now.”
I pull back and blow cool air on her wet heat, causing her back to arch and her eyes to flutter closed once more.
“Say it.”
“Please. Now.”
Close enough.
Pushing two fingers back into her, I start to fuck her with them.
Not stopping. Not slowing down. I crook them at the perfect angle and hit her spot with each thrust. All the while my lips and tongue feast on her.
Licking at her wetness, playing with her clit, teasing and flicking and sucking with the right amount of pressure.
Getting her close and then backing her down again.
Watching as she moans and whimpers and writhes against me.
Against the glass. Her hands in my hair.
“Filthy girl, you love it when I tease you.”
“Shut. Up!”
“Shhh…” I vibrate into her. “You’re going to get us caught and then neither one of us will come.”
“Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I pump harder, my hand soaked in her, her taste edging me closer, my cock leaking in my jeans, needing to be inside her.
With my eyes on her face, I suck her clit into my mouth one last time, massaging her inside spot, and she detonates against me with a garbled scream she’s desperately trying to stifle.
Her pussy gushes all over me and I lick it up, getting every last drop I can before sucking her off my fingers.
She sags against the glass, panting heavily, smiling softly. I fall back on my haunches, feeling smug and satisfied even if I didn’t get off yet myself.
“That was exactly what I needed.”
I start to stand. “Happy I could—the fuck?!”
Before I know what the hell is happening, she kicks my feet out from beneath me, tightens her hold in my hair, and drags me toward her door.
It’s all I can do to try and get up, so she doesn’t rip out my hair, my feet scrambling beneath me.
My scalp is screaming as I try in vain to free my hair from her ninja grip.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Shhhh…” she mocks. “You’re going to get us caught.
Though I already came.” She throws me a wink just as she tosses my ass out into the dark hall.
Freakishly strong woman, I forgot all that she’s physically capable of.
“Thanks for the orgasm, Luca. And for the closure I never got four years ago. Have a great rest of your life. Enjoy your blue balls.”
And then the wicked siren of a woman slams the door in my face. Locking it behind her. How in the hell did that just happen? And why am I smiling? My little bird just kicked my ass and despite what she says, I already know I’ll be coming back for more.