Chapter 4 – Ravyn
The soft hum of the engine filled the car's cabin, puncturing the silence between us as I sat in the front passenger seat, looking out the window. He was nestled behind the wheel, his sharp eyes fixed on the road ahead.
This was a huge risk, and I only realized it when I stepped into his black Ferrari. I had never met this man before, and if he was anything like what Tessa had described, then it was a bad idea.
However, a part of me didn't share her opinion. She might be right about him, but she also might not be. For all I knew, those allegations against him could just be a ploy to ruin his name. Whatever the case, I didn't change the fact that I was super fascinated by him.
I could sense the negative energy oozing from him, but I couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Usually, I wouldn’t have accepted his proposal to take me somewhere quiet, away from those people—all those eyes and witnesses. But I simply couldn't turn him down.
A couple of reasons drove me to accept to leave with him regardless of the part of me that had objected.
To begin with, my dress was completely ruined, as was my mood, and I couldn't walk around the party reeking of champagne. The stares of the onlookers alone had embarrassed me to death, and there was no way in hell that I was going to spend another minute at that party.
Also, I was already bored out of my mind and needed an escape from this snooze-fest. Not to mention, the proposal to leave had come from the one person who had stolen my attention.
Maybe he felt drawn to me, too, considering that he'd been following me around back at the party. It wasn't creepy or anything, and I didn't get any bad feelings about it. The whole situation with him was just a pull of attraction that neither of us could resist.
I enjoyed the awareness that he was watching me, maybe even drooling over me, which made my fingertips tingle. Not once, not twice, had I caught him staring, and although his expression was blank, those hollow eyes betrayed emotions.
He was mysterious in more ways than one, and that mystery was one of the reasons I was fascinated by him. Of all the men at the party, he was the only one who had me enthralled, and I wasn't the kind to be easily drawn by men.
I needed to understand the reason for this strange spark that he had ignited in me. I'd never been so attracted to someone to the point where I lost my sense of reasoning before.
Over the years, I'd learned to control my emotions and not let them get the better of me. However, tonight was different. With him, it was like I’d thrown away all of my training, standards, and rationality.
I knew he had a bad aura—I could sense it, and something about him exuded evil, trouble, and danger. Yet, despite all of this, I was willing to risk it to find closure on why I felt the way I did.
This man was twice my age, maybe even as old as my dad, and seemed to be a lot worse than that perv, Fisher. He had a sinister look in his cold eyes that could scare the living daylight out of anyone.
I saw it happen firsthand with the guy who spilled that drink on me. The way he fidgeted when he saw him was a clear indication that this man was deadly.
Yet I couldn't stay away.
It was as though setting eyes on him had awakened the wild part of me that craved the freedom to do as I pleased. I wasn't Mother Theresa; I was far from being a saint, but prior to tonight, I'd always been able to keep my feelings in check. The fact that this time, I couldn't was rather intriguing, and I needed to know why.
A million questions were tugging at my mind at the same time, threatening to rip it apart. However, the prominent one was: Why wasn't I afraid of him? He could be what Tessa believed he was, yet I wasn't terrified for some reason. Instead, I felt peaceful, relaxed, and safe. Why was that?
As he drove, he'd steal glances at me, and a few times, our eyes met in a fleeting moment, my heart skipping every time. He made me feel a certain way that I couldn't explain, but all I knew was that I loved the feeling.
“My place is up ahead,” he said, his husky voice sending jolts of electricity surging through my body.
I looked in his direction, catching a glimpse of those eyes—dark and hollow. My lips parted into a smile.
After a short drive, we approached the outskirts of town, the cityscape giving way to rolling hills and towering trees. My breath logged in my throat for a moment, and my eyes widened as a glimmer of fear crept in. However, it was just my natural instinct kicking in.
We took a turn, the car slowing down as we neared an imposing structure—automated gates adorned with intricate ironwork. Through the giant bars, I could see glimpses of the vast expanse on the other side. The gates swung open with a soft creak, welcoming us into what seemed like a secret realm set apart from the outside world.
He navigated the car through the gates, and we glided along a snake-like driveway flanked by towering trees and meticulously trimmed lawns. This place was massive, exuding wealth and power. The landscape unfolded like a canvas of emerald green, a beauty to behold.
We snaked through the compound, ascending a gentle slope, and soon, the mansion came into view. Its magnificent and imposing facade was a perfect blend of classical and modern architecture, simply breathtaking.
He steered the car around a circular fountain, bringing it to a smooth halt at the building's grand entrance. He killed the engine and turned to face me, his expression softening ever so slightly. “We're here,” he announced, his voice a gentle whisper. “Let's get you inside.”
As he stepped out of the vehicle, I opened the door and did the same. The soothing sound of water from the fountain—dancing and splashing in perfect harmony—filled the air, blending with fresh flowers' sweet fragrance.
The night was cold, and the gentle breeze brushed against my face, whipping my hair into a frenzy. I squinted, walking over to the entrance, where a pair of huge stone gargoyles stood sentinel, their eyes seeming to watch with quiet intensity.
A little creepy, but okay.
Above, a starry expanse adorned the celestial canvas, the full moon casting an ethereal glow over the compound. The mansion loomed ahead of me, its turrets and gargoyles reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.
This looked so much like a scene from a Gothic horror novel, the kind where a young, naive girl ventured into an old, creepy mansion and never came out.
I half-expected to see a ghostly figure lurking in the shadows, yet for some reason, I was so calm and unafraid.
He opened the door and ushered me in, the grand foyer's high ceilings enveloping us. Chandelier lights brightened up the space, the warm glow reflecting on the polished marble floor as he led me through the opulent space, our footsteps echoing off the high ceilings.
As we entered the living room, I was struck by the perfect balance of modern style and luxurious comfort. Low-slung plush sofas and armchairs in rich cream leather were strategically arranged around a gleaming glass coffee table beside a crackling fireplace.
In a few easy strides, he waltzed over to a minibar with a fluid motion, his long steps eating up the distance. He shot a quick glance at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Need a drink?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, standing by the fireplace, my gaze sweeping across the opulent setting.
He carefully selected a bottle and two delicate glasses from the minibar. With practiced precision, he opened the bottle and generously poured a portion into each glass before returning to me.
“Here you go,” he said, his voice deep as he handed me a glass.
“Thanks,” I muttered, accepting it with a faint grin.
“We haven't been properly introduced,” he began, his eyes fixed on me. “Lev Tarasov.” His hand stretched out.
I felt a flutter in my chest, my breath ceased for a moment, and I almost forgot my name. “Ravyn Jensen,” I said, delicately clasping my palm in his firm yet gentle grip.
An awkward silence fell between us, a strange tension rising as we stared at each other. At some point, I couldn't remember the reason I was here—it suddenly didn't matter. What did was the unspoken words, the chemistry that crackled in the air.
“So…Lev….” I finally broke the silence, my heart pounding in my chest as some illicit thoughts ran through my mind. However, I struggled to maintain my composure, fighting the sensual images in my head. “Are you always this nice to strangers, or is it just the pretty ones?” My lips twitched at the corners, my eyes jerking to meet his.
“I've been called many things, but nice isn't one of them,” he said, holding my gaze with an intense stare that had me hooked. His expression softened slightly, and a small smile played on his enticing lips. “However, I did see a pretty girl in need of help, and I decided to step in.”
“So, what? You offered to help because I'm pretty?” I asked, my eyes squinting. I watched his reaction as if seeking clarity, whereas I was only teasing him.
Lev took a sip from his glass. “Perhaps,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or perhaps because my reason transcended your beauty.”
“How so?” I asked, my heart racing as I took gentle steps forward, my gaze locked on his.
His eyes roamed my body, head to toe, before settling on mine, with those lips quirking into a smirk. “Let's just say you're…attractive…irresistible,” he admitted, sipping from his glass, his gaze unapologetic.
I halted in front of him, barely inches away, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body, and my breath was hard to catch. Neither of us would break eye contact, and the excitement that came with this staring contest was overwhelming.
The temptation to give in to this jolt of lust surging through me grew stronger by the minute. All I wanted to do was claim those lips and devour them, and I'd done so already in my head. I just needed the courage to make the move.
He seemed to be in control of his emotions, but his eyes betrayed him. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, but Lev was choosing to take things slow. If he rushed this, it would make him look like a pervert, and I admired his strength to stay in control and composed.
I took his glass out of his hands and bent over with a slow, seductive pose, setting both glasses—mine and his—on the coffee table. “Well, here we are….” I straightened, eyes locking on him with an intimate stare, my tone a sweet whisper. “Alone, away from prying eyes.” My manicured hands brushed over the fabrics of his black suit. “What are you gonna do about that…attraction?” The slight pause came when I bit my lower lip, eyes boring deeper into his.
“What do you propose?” he asked, his husky voice deepening, lips curling up into a seductive grin.
My eyes traversed his form, and my heart pounded loudly in my chest. I battered my eyelashes at him, leaning forward to close the distance between us. I shoved my voice of reasoning to the back of my head. Right here and now, there was no reason for me to pretend, none whatsoever. This was my chance to do whatever I wanted without caring about holding up a perfect image.
My emotions were all over the place, driving me to go wild like a loose cannon. Don't think. Just do it. Go for it , I thought in my mind. He reached out, and feeling his hand on my arm, my body trembled, yearning for him.
In his eyes was a glint of desire dancing in their depths, and despite his composure, the subtle print of his cock exposed his longing for me.
Like a drum, my heart continued to pound, anxiety washing over me, threatening to steal my breath completely.
I'd never wanted anyone so badly before, and a mix of fear and lust surged through me. I was afraid of the outcome should I give in to this temptation. Yet, I wanted to satisfy my craving. I wanted to feel his touch and eventually have him buried deep inside me.
I wanted this, and I wanted it so bad that just the mere thought of it had me wet in my pants. Screw it!
With an intense rush, I dared to claim his lips, damning the consequences of my action. This was a mistake, and I might regret it, but I'd worry about that later. For now, I just wanted to get laid by him.
He kissed me back, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and I did the same, feeling his breath against my face. I could taste the wine on his lips and tongue, which fueled my passion.
His strong arms wrapped around my waist, fingers pressing my ass as our kiss intensified. Our heads tilted to the rhythm of the passion growing between us.
I was so horny that my whole body shuddered at the sudden chill that ran down my spine. I cupped his face in my palms, my lips devouring his with a fervent intensity that left us both breathless.
Consumed with the flames of passion and desire, I pushed against his chest, and he stepped backward, deliberately falling onto the couch behind him. I wasn't strong enough to move such a man whose feet were rooted to the ground. However, the power of a horny woman couldn't be overemphasized.
He lay on the couch, leaning against the backrest, a smirk lining the corners of his lips.
My chest heaved rapidly as I burned with desire, my nipples hardening at the realization of what was already happening. I tried to stop myself, but I was too far gone, drowning in a sea of ecstasy. The lioness in me had been set loose, and there was no going back.
I straddled him, grinding over the print of his cock as I shed his coat and tossed it aside. My hands roamed his body, fingers struggling with the buttons of his crisp white shirt.
He edged closer, reclaiming my lips, a hand massaging the back of my neck. Like the fireplace, the flame in me burned so bright I felt consumed by it. Lev devoured my lips, tongues twirling in our mouths.
Unapologetically, I ripped the buttons off his shirt because I wasn't patient enough to undo them. Maybe I'd be embarrassed about that later, but now was not the time to get distracted.
A glint of shock flickered in his eyes at my sudden action, but I ignored it, surrendering completely to the feeling that was driving me nuts. I kissed from the nape of his neck to his broad chest and chiseled abs. My hands caressed his torso, fingers tuning his hard nipples.
Fuck! He was so masculine—strong and sexy.
A shiver coursed through me as his fingers trailed down the zipper of my gown, the soft rasp of the teeth sending tremors down my core. His hands caressed my back, his strong palms brushing against my soft skin, amplifying my lust.
I straightened my posture, sitting astride him as I slid down the fabric of my gown, revealing the delicate curves of my breasts. I felt a rush of excitement as I exposed myself to him, my heart racing with anticipation.
His hand flew to my chest, fondling the lacy black bra that cradled my gentle swells. His touch prompted a moan out of me as I ground against his groin, basking in the erotic feeling of his cock beneath me.
Both his hands went around me, and with a fluid motion, he unhooked my bra and slid it down my shoulders, my breasts exposed. He took a moment to appreciate my moderately sized mounds, his lips curling into a faint smirk.
I edged closer, my waist twirling over his groin as he took my breast in his mouth, sucking on each of them, one after the other, with expert precision. His hands squeezed my voluptuous curves, switching between my peaks, sucking and fondling.
I burned with desire, a shiver sprinting through my body as my heart swelled with pleasure. His teeth deliciously grazed my nipples when sucking my breasts, fingers tuning them when fondling soft curves.
His touch was killing me, awakening every sexual flame I'd ever felt.
Sliding off him, I settled on my knees at the base of the couch, fingers unbuckling his belt while holding his gaze. I tugged his pants by the waistband, yanking it off him to reveal his nice pair of boxers.
I straightened on my knees, digging my hand to withdraw his cock, and the moment I did, my heart skipped at the sight. It was heavy to begin with, long and veiny.
Lev's shaft loomed before me like the Eiffel Tower, his bald balls inviting me. I lowered my head, taking his length in my mouth, my tongue twirling around his cap.
His muscles relaxed, a deep groan escaping him as I stroked his cock while going down on him. His hands flew into my hair, fingers massaging my scalp as the couch crunched beneath him.
I bent over and took his balls in my mouth, sucking delicately while my hand stroked his length, smearing drool over it.
The thick sound of his groan hinted at his pleasure, and that was encouraging.
Once done, I rose to my feet, taking off my panties, my eyes locked on his face as I straddled him. I took his cock in my hand, positioning it at my entrance. With deliberate slowness, I sat on his groin, his length traveling deep inside me. The drool smeared over it served as lube, easing his thrust.
I let out a soft purr, feeling a rush of excitement, my core trembling as he penetrated me. “Oh, my God,” I muttered under my breath, biting my lower lip as my eyes shut in ecstasy.
His hands grabbed my waist, directing my movement, my hips swaying back and forth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and arched my back, my breasts sticking out in his face.
I felt so alive with him buried deep inside me, his long cock hitting my G-spot. I writhed against him, twisting and twirling my hips, seeking a deeper connection.
He grabbed my ass, fingers digging into my flesh while I ground on his shaft. My body shuddered at his touch—his hands traversing my body, tracing my curves and contours.
I threw my head back, basking in the feeling of ecstasy coursing through me. My hands shot up into my hair, my body writhing on the long shaft inside me. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I moaned softly, feeling his hands on me, his mouth on my breasts. The chill of his tongue licking my erect nipples sent shivers down my spine.
As our bodies collided in the heat of passion, the tension between us intensified, and gradually, I began to quicken my pace. From underneath me, he did the same, his thrusts growing more and more powerful with each stroke.
My breasts bounced up and down as I rode him hard and fast, my heart threatening to explode from all that ecstasy jolting across my body. His urgent plunges hit the right places, causing my eyes to roll back in sheer pleasure.
I was losing my mind, his touch and kisses taking me to places I had never dreamed of. My heart raced in my chest, my pulse quickening at his powerful drives.
Lev's fierce strokes intensified with each passing moment, his relentless thrusts digging deeper inside me. I held on tightly, steeling myself at the sound of his primal growl. My body stiffened, feeling his length extend further into my cunt. His groin slapped against mine, and his groans deepened, his intense plunges accentuating his urgency.
My moans grew louder, a thrill of climax rushing through me. He drove deeper and faster with vigorous strokes that made me crave his load.
I wanted to feel him inside me—it was all shades of wrong, but I didn't care. I wanted his cum, and I wanted it deep inside my pussy. Why did I feel so naughty with him? Why did I completely lose control?
He growled like a beast, pushing his hips upward, eyes glued to mine as he released himself inside me. His legs trembled, his load filling up my cunt.
My lips curled into a self-satisfied smile, my palms circling his head, feeling the warmth of his essence. My pussy tingled, accepting his load, and a soft sigh escaped my mouth.
It felt so good—his cum in me, his hands around me, and my sweaty body resting against his. I was at peace in his strong arms, exhausted and drained but more than willing to go multiple more rounds with him.
This was an opportunity that I planned to utilize, as I wasn't sure what would happen after.
No one had ever made me feel this way before, and I'd never lost control in front of any man prior to tonight. It was amazing to be myself, to express and act on my deepest, darkest desires without having to pretend to be who I wasn't.
I’d just met this man and had absolutely no idea who he was except for the scary tales Tessa had told me about him. She'd be disappointed if she realized that I not only went against her warning but actually followed him home and had sex with him.
Fuck, I had sex with this stranger!
Ironically, it was the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had. Never had I ever ridden any man the way I rode him. It was different with him; I didn't know why or how, but it was.
As I pulled back my head to look at his face, his lips curled into a faint smile, his fingers combing through my hair. I could tell this wasn't just some random sex. No. It was beyond that, and something told me that this was the start of something new.
The question was, would it be good or bad?