Chapter Fifteen #2
His eyes narrow into slits and the muscles in his jaw tic. The emotions I can feel rolling off him are massively construed of anger, hope, resentment, desire and… his other hand goes up to my throat, squeezing.
I gasp, tears in my eyes.
“Oh, Raven… fuck, I missed you, baby.” My name on his lips breathes life into back into me and I melt against him. “What the fuck did you do, baby, huh?” He nips at my lips, his teeth also freshly brushed and minty. “Open your fucking mouth. Let me in.”
I do and he spits directly onto my tongue. I close my mouth and swallow, gladly .
“Can you taste my lies, baby?” he pulls my hair tighter into his grip, my scalp prickling. I shiver at the tone of his voice, hoarse and angry.
Heat, like molten lava surges through me, settling between my thighs and I run my fingernails down his back.
He takes little steps forward and I follow backward, then he licks my lips with his entire tongue like a starved animal and I open my mouth once again to let him in.
He consumes everything I am, licking, tasting, moaning into my mouth, growing hard against my belly.
“Why, baby? Why did I lie for you, hmm?” His lips are bruising mine, nipping along my jawline, teeth scraping.
His thumb runs up and down the column of my throat, every sensation causing delirium.
As murderous as his gaze is, as much as it scares me, I want more.
His voice lowers even further to a whisper as he continues kissing me.
My nipples are hard, rubbing against my camisole.
I want this, his wrath. I need it.
He bites my earlobe, his voice now a soft purr. “Riordan told me Chase planned on killing you, baby. He sat on the edge of my bed in a fucking towel and told me how Chase planned on seducing you. Did he? Did he fuck what belongs to me? Did he hurt you? ”
I shake my head, the back of my legs finally hit the edge of my bed.
“No, he didn’t. I knew he was fucking with me.
So, tell me, baby. Tell me all your dirty little secrets and never keep them from me again.
Show me exactly why I lied to the fucking cops for you.
Show me why I went back and erased anything that has to do with you from his phone, cleaned my fingerprints off and then threw it in a fucking bush out of his window.
You’re so lucky he didn’t have his phone on him. ”
He’s so angry. Violence darkens his eyes.
He grabs the hem of my camisole and my arms go up and he pulls it off, inspecting me.
“I really was in here last night, you know. I came in, and you were knocked out cold. Even in your sleep you looked exhausted. I climbed into bed with you but not before I saw… oh, that’s right.
” He crouches down and pulls down my sweatpants along with my panties.
“ These .” He growls and licks along the bruises my victim left behind.
With trembling hands I grab onto his head when his nose gets to my trimmed curls, he inhales deeply and he grabs me by my hips.
His eyes open, peering up at me as he shoves me back and I topple over, my spine hitting the firm mattress.
He spreads my thighs open, strong hands on the back of my thighs and I balance myself on my elbows to look at the handsome man between my legs the one I want.
The one I need to breathe. “Did he kiss you here?”
I bite my bottom lip, afraid of answering.
“Answer me, baby. Did he kiss your pretty little cunt? Did he tongue-fuck what’s mine?”
I nod, a tear, a real tear, leaks out of my eye.
The look in his eyes is crazed. His tone jealous as he growls, “Did you like it? Did he make you cum? Did you scream his name?”
I shake my head.
“No, of course not.” He chuckles and then licks from the bottom of my entrance to the tip of my clit and sucks me into his mouth.
My head falls back, eyes crossing at the way he slurps up my cream, the obscene noises he makes.
“You taste so fucking good. I’ve been imagining this from the day I saw you pull up from the bell tower. ”
His admission warms me, words vibrating against me, lips teasing as he talks, “I need you to forget him ever being between your thighs. Do you understand me?”
I nod eagerly.
“Good. Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just like that.”
He tongues my pussy, flicking, caressing.
His lips close over me, hands shoving my thighs down, pulling them farther apart and he sucks me into his mouth, following when I buck against him.
I watch as his strong tongues flattens and curls and swirls all over my clit, bringing me so fucking close to the edge.
He sucks two of his fingers and tries to shove them into me, but only gets so far.
His eyes widen and instead of stopping or even commenting, something like sheer joy spreads across his face.
He wiggles his fingers against me, spreads my lips farther and shoves his tongue in and out, penetrating, stretching, playing, tasting, devouring.
It only takes a few more flicks of his tongue on my clit for me shatter in his mouth, bucking, fucking his face.
He pulls me by the tops of my thighs and pulls me to a sitting position. His jeans are down to his ankles, stepping out of them and my eyes widen at the girth of him, a pearly drop at the tip. “Now show me what Harrington taught you, baby. Make me forget, too.”
When I grimace, he leans down to kiss me, my hair once again in his hands.
“Get on your fucking knees, and let me fuck your face, Raven. I’m not asking.” He growls.
Oh, fuck. I lick my lips and open my mouth as wide as I can because as big as Maverick is, it has nothing on Jonas’ girth. I wiggle and swirl my tongue over the crown, wetting him enough that he glides in, inch by inch. I wiggle my tongue to make more room for him, earning me a hiss.
“Fuck, baby, keep going. Swallow my dick.” I inhale, and then suck, hollowing my cheeks when he pulls out only to go back in. He grins devilishly. “Halfway, baby. You’re doing so fucking good. Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped around me.”
He guides my head to and from over and over again. His eyes are heavy on mine, and his eyebrow quirks. “Suck if he forced it, baby. You’re not in trouble, I promise. ”
I suck. Because it was forced. But I loved how Maverick controlled me. just like Jonas is taking control now. Goodbye feminism.
“Wiggle your tongue if you liked it.”
I wiggle my tongue and swallow when I feel like gagging. He shoves his cock a little deeper. “Fuck baby. Do it again if it was your first time sucking a dick.”
I swallow again.
“Do it again if you have feelings for him.”
I swallow again.
“Fuck…” Anger crosses his face but he only picks up the pace, still gentle even when he hurts me. “Grip the base of my dick and jerk me if you loved me.”
I do so, wrapping my fingers around his girth, sucking harder, faster.
The moans coming out of his mouth, the praise, it’s all so much.
My slobber is coating him, my hand, dripping down to his balls, and I decide to cup them with my other hand.
His thighs shake, as I take him further, swallowing more frequently.
“Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking lose it, baby.
You’re too fucking good at this. Did you suck Chase’s dick? ”
I shake my head. He could never ruin us.
“Good fucking girl.” He praises. “Fuck, baby, fuck . I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, please.” He moans.
I don’t, and he does, holding my head by my temples, roaring out loud, hips stuttering, as his salty seed coats my tongue and I swallow every drop.
He looks down at me, eyes wild, he helps me up, crushing me to his chest. “Did I fuck this up? Did I ruin us?”
I shake my head at him.
“Do you still love me?”
I wrap my arms over his neck and pull him down to kiss him. When we finally break apart, I make a motion with my hand, my pointer finger up, and plant a chaste kiss on his once more. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he smirks. “So orgasms get you talking, huh?
I scrunch my nose at him.
“What does that mean? ”
I bite my lip. I take his hand, with my finger, I write ‘ ALWAYS ’ on his forearm.
His grin widens into the most radiant thing I have ever seen in my life.
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He’s on my loveseat waiting for me, shirtless, in just his black boxer briefs, Indian takeout boxes on the coffee table, relaxed as I bring over the binder and my notebook holding all of my findings.
I don’t know if I can trust him with this, but there’s only one way to find out.
He asked me to show him, so this is me, literally showing him.
If he decides to turn me in… I can’t and won’t stop him.
“What’s this?” he asks as I sit beside him, the muscles in his forearms twitch and turn as he takes it from me. I point to it, and when he flips it open to the first page, he closes it immediately, sitting straight up. “Where did you get this?”
Now that , I won’t divulge.
“Raven, what you found is fucking dangerous. If they know you have this-“
I furrow my brows in anger when he calls me ‘Raven’ and not ‘baby.’ Instead of throwing a tantrum like I want to, I point to the binder again, tapping it rapidly.
I need to find a way to tell him to never call me Raven ever again.
That it’s banned behind closed doors and I won’t answer to anything else.
Oh. What a great idea.
“I know what this is. Is this why you came back?”
I nod and grab his arm again and write MEMORIES along his forearm.
“Does anyone know you remember?”
I shake my head, brows knitting together and pull the binder out of his hands, and slowly scoot away from him, a weird feeling settling in the pit of my stomach and I highly doubt it’s the samosas we just scarfed down.
“Hold on, baby. Give me a second to process this. You’re safe with me, I promise. It’s just…. I haven’t seen that ledger in a long fucking time, okay? ”
I tilt my head and he stands up and paces the large, spacious room. He pushes his brown hair back from his face, brown-green hazel eyes roam around until they settle on me through my vanity. He turns, slowly, to face me again and my mouth fills with saliva like a Pavlovian response.
In just his boxer briefs, it’s the first time I can really see and appreciate all of the muscles in his back, the muscles along his ribcage, only a scar in the shape of the Syndicate sigil, raised and silverish pink, that tells me he was branded a while ago.
Underneath his scar, those muscles also rip along and his abs, that delicious V cut along his Adonis belt that reminds me I just had him in my throat that move with every stride.
His quads flex with every step, heavy and godlike and it reminds me how much stronger he is than me, how masculine he is in all his glory that no matter how strong I become, he will always outweigh me, outrun me, and overpower me…
Jonas Anderson is a demigod walking amongst mortals and I was made to worship him.
“It’s no secret that I’m adopted. I’m not an Anderson by blood. I’m only two years younger than you. The year after your incident, I was to be initiated . I couldn’t do it… do you know what initiation includes?”
I give a slight shrug. Because no, not really.
“You have to get away with murder. You put a hit on someone, and you have to plan it out, draw it out, and leave absolutely no trail behind.”
I quirk an eyebrow for him to continue.
“Secret societies all across the US… they make people disappear. Usually kids, sex workers or people that probably won’t ever be missed.
The Syndicate… the Syndicate doesn’t . They murder people that will be missed and leave the bodies to be found.
It’s a way to prove that you’re not just capable, that you’re…
ingenious . That you know how to cover your tracks.
That whatever you do, or your brothers do, you can get away with it all. Together or alone.
Some members of the Syndicate are legacies.
Literally grandfathered into it. They’re the rich.
The elite. Like Axel. Like Tyler. Chase.
Riordan. Other members… others like me aren’t.
Yes, they make a name for themselves as doctors or lawyers or whatever other high-paying jobs are out there, but you know what they really are?
Un dercover hit men. Hit men that could more than get away with taking out the legacies if that’s ever needed.
We’re talking presidents, politicians, celebrities, athletes, world renowned scientists and more. ”
My eyes widen.
“That’s why they can’t be sloppy. We can’t be sloppy.
It all has to be methodical. Every kill.
Every strike. Leave the body behind as proof that it was done if it ever needs to be done.
Just leave no witnesses. The only time you have a witness is during your initiation.
Your brothers not only have to witness your kill…
they have to be able to be quiet about it.
Do you understand? The brotherhood isn’t just about slaying together.
It’s about the bond you create with your brothers while slaying. ”
I open the binder and open it to the page with my name and then point to the first name.
T. Prescott
He looks at it and then those forest-hazel eyes of his close and he tilts his head back as if releasing the tension from his shoulders and scrubs his hand down his face.
“That’s why you went after Chase, isn't it? It’ll bring the Prescott’s all together. You need to get to Tyler.”
I gnaw on my lip.
“So, what, is this your kill list?” he asks in a tone that feels like he’s mocking me.
My cheeks heat and I shrug again. Yeah, I mean, maybe.
He points to a name. “Simon Hoover lives in D.C.” He points to another name. “You won’t have to worry about this one. J. Cartwright.”
I tilt my head at him as he sits beside me, the loveseat groaning under his weight.
“You won’t have to worry about him… because I killed him. I killed Jacob Cartwright . A legacy… and got away with it. Raven, baby, I was initiated into the Syndicate. Not exactly by choice, by accident.”
“Jesus, J, you were only supposed to be the lookout.”
“She’s always been a stuck-up bitch. I needed to get one in.”
The memory rings loud in my mind. The voices echoing, still clear as day .
“Baby? Where’d you go?”
I grab his large hand and put it under my camisole, letting him feel the scar where Jacob stabbed me.
Jonas snarls. “Jacob did that to you?”
I nod.
“Then I’m glad I killed him.”
I write on his forearm, HOW?