Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
I think I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming, right?
There’s no way Raven—angry, distrustful Raven—kissed me.
Kissed me, then claimed me in front of my brother.
She tastes like sin and heaven and fucking addiction all rolled up in one.
I let her take the lead, afraid to scare her off, but goddamn, I want more.
Raven drags me back to my room and then slams the door. As soon as it’s shut, she drops my hand.
“Don’t touch me.”
Her words are cold, and the whiplash makes me question what’s going on. I just stand still so I don’t scare her.
Raven’s in my room.
Her hands are on me, and she’s shoving me back, away from the door. I let her, but my hands are shaking again. What is she doing?
My knees hit the back of my bed.
“Don’t. Touch me,” Raven hisses again. Then she’s on me, and I must be dreaming again because she has me pinned against the bed, and she’s kissing the hell out of me.
My instinct is to grab the back of her head and pull her into me.
To get more. To plunder her mouth and suck the soul out of her body.
I find my hands moving up, and then Raven stiffens. Immediately, I drop them back down.
But the magic is broken. Raven pulls away from me, and I can hear her panting for breath. I want nothing more than to jump up and spin us around, pinning her against the bed so she can’t keep running from me. I want to grind into her and get some relief for my throbbing dick.
But Raven’s quick breaths sound an awful lot like fear, and that puts a stop to my crashing thoughts.
She’s still afraid of me. She’s still fucking afraid.
There’s the pound of footsteps past our door, and then Axel’s door slams.
Then, the puzzle pieces slowly fall together, and I know why Raven kissed me. She kissed me to get back at Axel. To make him angry.
She didn’t kiss me for me. She kissed me for him.
My chest feels tight.
“This means nothing.” Raven’s voice is tight.
The knife drives in further.
I try to find my voice, but I can still taste her on my lips.
“I’m going to stay here tonight, and you aren’t going to touch me. Do you understand?”
I can’t say anything around the hurt in my chest.
There’s a bolt of movement; something is ripped off my bed, and then I see the bathroom light flick on.
“If you try to come in here, I’ll kill you.”
Then, she slams the door.