Chapter 27 —Ravyn
My fingers clutched the sheets tightly, my back arching as soft purrs escaped my lips. His head was buried under the hem of my dress, his tongue parting my folds with practiced ease.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he ate my pussy like a hungry beast. I reached down, fingers ruffling his hair and pushing his head deeper between my legs. I couldn’t get enough of him, and clearly, neither could he.
He caressed my thighs, fondled my breasts, and ate more ferociously. Each flick of his tongue was deliberate and precise, his fingers tuning my nipples. I bucked my hips, grinding hard against his mouth.
I threw one hand into my hair, as if to curtail the sweet sensation jolting to my brain. My eyes rolled backward, legs shaking in the air. The feeling was electric, and the more I tried to pull away, the more he dragged me back, his strong hands pinning my thighs to the mattress.
It appeared he was trying to beat my record—make me feel as good as I’d made him feel earlier. And so far, he was doing a pretty good job at pleasing me.
Lev touched me like he knew he owned every inch of my body. He was just as great with his mouth as he was with his fingers and cock. His tongue performed magic on my cunt, reaching places inside me I didn’t think were humanly possible.
“Oh, Lev, you’re killing me softly,” I moaned, tugging at the sheets beneath me.
He didn’t answer; he was too busy making me feel like a woman. His drool mixed with my juice, and he sucked every drop with noisy slurps. He raised my legs higher, licking both of my holes, one at a time.
His fingers joined in on the fun, alternating between my ass and my pussy. When he was eating one, he was fingering the other and vice versa. At this point, all I could do was moan for him, say things even I couldn’t understand.
He made me feel so good that I spoke in unknown tongues—or more accurately…gibberish. Yet, he didn’t stop; he kept eating and eating.
When he was satisfied, he lifted his head, his mouth covered in my juice. We locked eyes, mine burning with desire, my chest heaving with anticipation. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to claim my lips.
The kiss was hot and fervent, his palms squeezing my breasts over the fabric of my dress. I slid down the thin straps, just enough to expose my gentle swells. He fondled them with both hands.
I could taste the remnants of my juice on his tongue, and it fanned the flames burning within me. He devoured my lips without mercy, then gently choked my neck.
My hand reached down, fingers wrapping around his length. And with one fluid motion, I inserted his hard cock inside me.
“Oh, it’s so big,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.
His cock stretched me out, each thrust leaving me undone. My eyes widened as he rammed me hard and fast, his grip around my neck tightening ever so slightly. My breasts were bouncing back and forth with each relentless stroke.
He looked right into my eyes as he destroyed my pussy without mercy. Occasionally, he’d smack my face—not too hard—but enough to make me feel naughty.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” I moaned, straining under the weight of his grip around my neck.
I couldn’t breathe, could barely move beneath him. But I loved the feeling of surrendering all to him—it was ecstatic. I’d given him total control of my body, mind, and soul, and at that moment, nothing felt better than that.
His hips ground against mine with vigorous thrust, his cock hitting my G-spot over and over again. My eyes were wide with pleasure, fingers clutching the sheets for support.
“Yes, yes, yes….” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. “You fuck me so well, Daddy.”
I hated myself for giving him everything—losing control and saying all the things I was thinking. But screw the consequences; it was worth it. And I couldn’t hold the words back anyway.
“You like it?” he asked, his voice cracking from how fast he was moving.
I nodded, biting my lower lip.
“Say it,” he commanded me. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I love it, Daddy.”
He let go of my neck and raised my right leg in the air, his eyes still locked on mine. Lev quickened his pace, hitting me faster and harder, each thrust more powerful than the last.
I cried out in pleasure, but he sealed my lips with a kiss I couldn’t resist. I moaned into his mouth as we exchanged warm breaths, while he kept a steady rhythm.
My arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer for a deeper connection. I couldn’t get enough of him—just wanted him and more.
“Go harder, Daddy. Harder,” I urged him, my voice laced with urgency and desperation. “Oh, yes, yes, yes….”
He drilled my pussy with relentless strokes, his cock traveling deep into my stomach. My fingers dug into his shoulders in a massaging motion as I held his gaze. His face was masked with sheer pleasure, his muscles tightening, revealing the veins underneath.
The sight was breathtaking, and my lips parted with no sound. I felt my eyes rolling backward, my legs shaking in the air as jolts of electricity surged through my blood.
“You’ve been a really bad girl tonight,” he said, sweat dampening his forehead as he drove deeper and deeper inside.
The intensity of his strokes almost felt like he was punishing me. I didn’t feel used—didn’t hate it. Not at all. Rather, I loved it. As long as he was satisfied, I was too.
My holes were wet for him, and I felt like his dirty little slut. At that moment, I referred to myself as his whore—his plaything. However, despite the way he possessed every inch of my body, Lev never called me any of those names.
Dirty little whore. Slut.
Those words never came out of his mouth, and that was a sign of a man who respected his woman’s body.
“I’ll cum when you say so,” he said, his voice deep and husky, as if seeking my permission.
I nodded, my eyes boring into his.
He unleashed a primal growl, his thrust stretching me out so good. With one last push, Lev exploded inside me, my pussy accepting all of his load.
I lay in bed that morning, reminiscing on the mind-blowing sex we’d had last night. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I let the images replay over and over in my head.
Alone in bed, I inhaled the scent of Lev’s cologne lingering on the sheets that draped over my naked body. I couldn’t bring myself to stop recalling the incident from last night. It was a marathon, and we both outdid ourselves in more ways than one.
We fucked all night long. Half the time, it was hard and fast. The other was slow and easy—reverent, even. He explored my body in ways that no one else ever had. Lev marked me as his own last night; he branded his name on my heart and etched his face in my mind.
There was no getting rid of him anymore; he’d claimed me for life. I should feel ashamed of myself. I should feel used and discarded like a worthless piece of property. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, I felt more alive than I’d been in a really long time.
It felt like something had shifted—like a door had just slammed shut behind me—locking me in this new, unspoken understanding with him. It didn’t feel off or out of place, and for the first time, I actually felt I belonged to him—like we were made for each other.
“Good morning,” he greeted me, his voice low and even.
Startled, I flinched subtly, my gaze shifting to the attractive man standing across the bed. He was all dressed up in his usual impeccably tailored black suit. He held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his eyes pinned on me like a hook to a fish.
“Good morning,” I answered, dragging the sheets over my chest as I sat with my back against the headboard.
His brows arched, probably wondering why I was hiding my nakedness from him.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, sipping his coffee with a hand in his pocket.
I wiped my eyes, casually scraping some dried cum off my face. “As a matter of fact, I did.” My cheeks flushed, a faint grin tugging at the corners of my lips. “You?”
“Mmm.” He took a sip, raising his cup in response.
I tossed the sheets aside and got out of bed, stark naked. He paused, his gaze unwavering as I approached him, my bare feet soundless against the cool marble floor.
Lev stared at my breasts with a smirk on his lips and a glimpse of something dark in his gaze.
“Hey, eyes up here,” I said teasingly, pointing two fingers at my face as I halted in front of him.
He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head with a hint of embarrassment flashing across his features.
I took the cup from his hand, lifted it to my face, and closed my eyes, reveling in the sweet aroma of the freshly brewed coffee. The steam was warm against my skin, and when I took a sip, the flavors exploded on my tongue.
“Hmm. This is really good.” I gave him a thumbs up. “Thank you.”
Then I patted his shoulder and walked past him, the floor cool beneath my feet.
“That’s mine,” he called after me, his voice laced with a hint of shock.
I glanced back at him. “Not anymore.”
He stood there in the middle of the room, unsure about what had just happened. Well, I just hijacked his coffee, and there was nothing he could do about it. I felt his gaze lingering on me even as I approached the bathroom door.
The low laugh that fell from his mouth hinted that he wasn’t mad. Just surprised.
This was one of the few decent interactions we’d had since I arrived at his home. And it all started recently—right after the library sex. I could feel the shift in his behavior toward me; he was no longer as guarded around me as he used to be. And neither was I.
I didn’t think that a day would come when he wouldn’t delight in my demise anymore. But I was wrong. These days, it was like my happiness was his priority.
He was still a monster, still terrifying in many ways. But there was a strange loyalty in the way he moved through his world—in the way he defended his home and protected what was his.
Lev was admired by all his men, both domestic and non-domestic staff alike. They listened to him and followed all his commands, not just out of fear but also because they respected him as their leader.
That was power at its peak. And I admired that about him.
There was a fierce protectiveness in Lev that, despite everything, called to something deep inside me. And that loyalty, that unexpected tenderness, was starting to matter to me more than I was willing to admit.
Unknowingly to me, I was beginning to love it here, and even the staff had gotten used to my presence in the house. I’d loosened up a whole lot—allowed the maids to get close to me, laughed with guards, and moved around the mansion like I owned the place.
All of Lev’s staff accorded me the same level of respect as him. They bowed their heads whenever I passed, appeared without hesitation whenever I called, and did everything they could to keep me comfortable.
I wasn’t in prison. I was in a palace, swimming in luxury and comfort.
Later that day, I was in the kitchen with one of the guards, laughing at an inside joke. Despite their mean faces and ruthlessness, a few of Lev’s men were actually fun to hang around with, like Mikhail.
He was a storyteller with a good sense of humor. If Mikhail weren’t one of my husband’s foot soldiers, he would’ve made a fortune from stand-up comedy.
“So, you’re telling me, Lev once tried to drive one of your trucks and ended up losing his mind?” I asked, laughing hard with misted eyes.
“You should’ve seen it—” he answered, leaning against the kitchen island. “Six gears, three clutches, and your husband cursing like a sailor who’d just stubbed his toe.”
I let out a soft chuckle, helping myself to an apple from the tray of fruits in front of me.
“We actually thought the engine would give out before he figured out first gear.”
A startled laugh escaped me, my hand covering my mouth. “Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Oh, it was, trust me.” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “To this day, none of us can tell you which one was louder: the grinding transmission or his temper.”
I laughed again, lighter this time—much more free with my shaking shoulders. It had been a really long while since I laughed so hard, bright and unguarded.
However, the laughter died in my throat the second I watched Mikhail’s expression shift from bliss to fear. His gaze was fixed behind me like he was staring at something—someone. There was only one person in this house who had such a powerful effect on people.
Lev.
Uh-oh.
I turned around to face him, and my heart dropped into my chest. He stood there like a ghost at the door, his expression dark and unreadable. The weight of his gaze pressed down on me like a shadow, and I swallowed hard.
Without saying a word, Mikhail dismissed himself and exited the kitchen through the other door.
“Come here,” Lev called, his voice low and controlled.
There was an edge in his tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
I hopped off the stool at the kitchen island and obeyed without hesitation. Each step forward felt like walking into a storm because I thought I was in trouble. He’d already made it clear that I belonged to him, so his jealousy was expected.
What he would do to me, on the other hand, was a mystery.
I stopped in front of him, my eyes darting around before finally meeting his intense gaze. His brows knitted together, as if trying to evaluate the situation with Mikhail.
“He was just telling me a joke,” I said, trying to clarify things. “I’m allowed to laugh, right?”
He didn’t respond, but his hand found the small of my back. His touch was possessive, though his face remained impassive. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger. But the message was clear: I belonged to him and him alone.
The quiet intensity of the moment made my heart beat faster. And I realized with a sick twist of guilt that I didn’t mind it at all. I should have, but I didn’t.
When he pulled me closer to himself, his touch dragged a soft gasp from me. He mirrored my face, his lips only inches from mine. I felt the charge in the air, the tingling between my legs, and the warmth of his fresh breath on my skin.
He looked into my eyes as if searching my soul. I shrank under his gaze, my heartbeat steadying by the minute. When I stared back at him, the man I found beneath the surface wasn’t the monster, the captor who once held me prisoner.
The man I saw was one who would burn the world for those he cared about—the one who jumped in front of a bullet to save my life.
I wondered, with a sinking feeling in my chest, if I was starting to fall for him. The realization gnawed at me, quickening my pulse and heartbeat.
Is this what it feels like to be caught in his orbit? To want something I shouldn’t?
For the first time, I was afraid of what would happen if I let myself feel more.