Chapter Fourteen #2
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning my head to look up at my wife.
When I do, the sight of her hurts me. She stands at the threshold, clutching the hem of the sleeves of her oversized sweater nervously.
It hangs off one shoulder, going lower as she fiddles with the sleeves, slightly pulling down with each tug.
Her eyes and nose are red, and even though I want to go to her, take her in my arms, and punish her, I’m still trying to sort out my anger.
Christ, my sessions with Damon have been helping way too much. “Yes, Raven?”
She winces when I use her government name, but she lifts her hands.
While I was there, Kane said the games were being held at the Ainsworth Estate.
Not the one I was held in. Kane also said they have Maks underground.
He’s planning on killing him. She stops for a bit and steps forward, giving me her phone.
I take it from her, noticing her hands slightly trembling.
It takes everything in me not to pull her in my arms, but the anger I have makes it easier not to give in.
Her hands go back up and she retreats, the tension in the room growing by the second.
While I was there and Sabrina kept him distracted, I was able to go through some of his things.
I didn’t find much, but then I found this weird room hidden behind a huge portrait.
She points to her phone, and I put the code in to unlock it, going to her gallery. Pictures upon pictures of blueprints for an underground facility beneath a manor. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “Aleksi, come look at this.”
He takes the phone from me, brown eyes quickly scanning each photo before swiping to the next.
When he gets to the end of them, he quickly types something in and hands the phone back to Raven.
“Sent them to myself. I’m gonna print them out.
” He dips his chin at my wife. “You did good, Ray. You didn’t miss a single thing, and I’ll be able to look at it as a whole once they’re up.
Because of you, we’re one step closer to knowing exactly what we’re dealing with. ”
She blows out a breath, caramel eyes welling up with tears at the compliment, chin trembling, then scurries out without looking back, like she’s doing her best to get as far away from me as possible in the shortest amount of time she can.
Fuck me.
I shut my eyes, take a few deep breaths, then glance over at Parker, scarred eyebrow lifting as if saying, ‘Yup. Go handle that. We’re fine here.’
So I do.
Brushing past an irritated Jonas and Damon, I chase after my wife, who I find in our designated bedroom.
Raven stands in front of a mirror, sweatshirt tucked up under her bra, the waistband of her sweatpants scrunched down to her hips so the soft swell of her stomach is on display.
She has both hands on her stomach, rubbing the sides of her now growing bump.
It’s small, barely noticeable to others, but I am so aware of her body, like it was my own.
I was the one who noticed when her nipples changed just a light shade darker a mere two months ago.
I stand behind her, cradle her stomach in my hands, then plant a kiss on the back of her head.
Her eyes flutter closed in our reflection, but I stare in wonder at the life in my hands.
“Never again. Do you understand me? You did a good thing.
I know you did. I know you were trying to help.
And you did. You're an amazing woman, and I love you with every breath I have, but Raven…” My voice cracks and I spin her fast to face me.
I cruelly tug her closer to me, shove one hand in her silky chocolate tresses, and use the other to grip her chin so she sees me.
Her lips part in a slight gasp, and the sound awakens my beast. I lower my face to hers until her lips are only an inch away from mine.
“There is no future for me without you in it. If you go before me, they’re going to need to make the box big enough for both of us because I'm going with you. I will not take a breath, not one breath past your last one. So never again, do you hear me? Say you understand.”
“I… underss..tand,” she whispers against my lips. Only then do I cover her mouth with mine, letting my tongue dance with hers. I groan at the taste of my little angel of death, undress her and myself quickly, lift her easily, and take her to bed.
Her thighs spread for me, already glistening, clit swelling, but I want it pink and hot.
I want to dip my dick into her pool of liquid hellfire and burn with her.
I drop my face between her thighs, flatten my tongue, and lick long, languid laps over and over her until her thighs tremble against my ears.
I sit up on my knees and bring up her leg, putting her ankle on my shoulder, and watch as I notch myself at her hot, wet, welcoming cunt, always so fucking ready for me.
Her hands go to her breasts, pinching and tugging at her pearled nipples. Nipples I can't wait to watch leak with milk so they’ll feed me.
Fuck.
I am in love with the master of my soul.
Trapped in the pandemonium I fabricated for myself, and I don’t want the key.
Every look into her eyes is deeper destruction and restoration in the same breath.
And all I want is to torture her more so she knows the insanity she causes within me.
Within my beast—the one she so willingly left untamed but feeds from the palm of her little hand.
I pull out of her sopping wet pussy and rub my entire dick over her pink slit, coating myself in her cream. I fist my cock, tapping the head of it over that engorged bud, and her little gasp pleases me. “Do you deserve to come?”
She shakes her head. “No…” She moans when I thrust barely an inch into her.
“Why not?”
“I was…” She cries out when I withdraw and quickly shove all of me into her, only to withdraw once more and rub the head of my cock on her swollen clit. “A bad girl…”
“That’s right, Siren. You were so fucking bad.
Did Damon and Jonas punish you, too?” I kiss her ankle, then let it drop off my shoulder, putting my hands on her inner thighs and shoving them apart.
I enter her hot pussy halfway and pull back out, watching her clench around nothing but air, searching for me.
Fuck, it is so goddamn beautiful to know her body needs me so desperately.
I lick two fingers and plunge them into her, loving when her ambrosia clings to my wedding band.
I hook them and finger fuck my wife, waiting for her answer.
My wife’s back arches and she shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“But you deserve to be punished, don’t you?” I withdraw my fingers and spank her clit three times in fast succession.
“Yes!” she moans, biting her lip. I know my wife wants to beg for release but knows she hasn’t earned it.
“Now watch the way I punish you.” I reach up and grab her head by the hair so she can watch the way she takes me.
I grit my teeth, loving the way her hot, pink, sensitive flesh stretches to accommodate me inch by thick, hard inch.
I drag my hips back and thrust every fucking centimeter of my cock in one slow, piercing stroke until my balls are flush against her ass.
Her hands land on my chest, on the very center where there’s a heart that beats and bleeds only for her. “Maverick.”
I hang my head back, eyes crossing, heart splitting at the euphoric sound of my name on her lips in that sultry rasp. I look back down to find that molten caramel gaze. Twin amber flames that ignite my very soul—the soul that’s attached to hers. “That’s it. What’s the rule?”
“Take… what you… give me.”
And I fuck fuck fuck up into her sweet pussy to punish her with long, hard, bruising thrusts.
Roughly gripping at her flesh, biting at the delicate skin of her throat, leaving my mark both inside and out, so she feels me always.
I make her promise over and over that she’ll never leave me in the dark ever again.
Only when I believe her do I let my wife come, clawing at my back like a fuckin’ hellcat, gripping my cock like a goddamn vise, my orgasm only mere seconds behind hers. I flip us over so she’s on me… our labored breaths in synchronization.
Her song.
My Siren.
I call Damon and Jonas to join us an hour or so later when I have her bent over on her knees, ass in the air, wrists loosely tied to her ankles. Our beautiful wife takes it all. Every spank, every slap, every deep stroke, every tease, the degradation, the praise, for hours.
Until my beast feels satisfied.
I’m even a little proud of Jonas.
He still can’t orgasm unless she tells him I love you, though. He gives her just enough time to say it before he comes down her throat. Our sweet, mischievous wife swallows all of it, taking everything, every time.
After all of it, when she’s sleeping soundly after being cleaned, fed, and catered to in Jonas’ arms, Damon looks over at me, worry still etched across his face. I give a shake of my head. I know what he’s thinking. “We can’t leave, Damon.”
He sighs deeply. “There’s a risk she’ll run again to help Sabrina.”
“She won’t leave us in the dark, not this time.”
“What she did was reckless, Maverick. Although it came from a good place, I hope you’re right. I just don’t know if I trust her enough right now.” He then turns over to fall asleep for the night but not before mumbling, “It’s just something we’re all going to need to work on.”
I blink up at the ceiling and reach over to put my hand on my wife’s growing bump.
Her hand finds mine in the dimly lit room.
I peer over at her to find her staring at me, most likely having heard everything Damon just said.
I could scold, remind her this is what she’s done.
Broken our trust. But she grips my hand tighter and moves it along her tummy.
I understand what she’s saying.
No, she won’t. But she does utter the one word I need to hear—"Always.”
I dip my chin. “Always.”