Chapter 13 Raven
RAVEN
My back hits the cold wall, and I gasp. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
"Stop fighting me, Raven," Gio growls against my neck, his other hand pinning my wrists above my head.
I can feel his body's warmth and his masculine scent filling my nostrils. It's intoxicating, setting every nerve ending on fire.
"Gio," I gasp, struggling against his iron grip. "I hate you. Get off—" I say as I arch toward him.
"Your body says different." His teeth graze my neck, and I bite back a moan. "See?" His tongue traces the shell of my ear. "You're mine, Raven. Accept it."
I try to twist away, but he presses closer. His muscled body traps me against the wall, skin against skin. Each point of contact burns.
His mouth moves lower, and when his tongue flicks across my nipple, a moan escapes me, unbidden and raw.
"No," I protest weakly, but my body screams yes.
"Stop fighting me," he says as he takes my nipple in his mouth, his tongue hot on me. "You've been wanting me as much as I want you."
I moan, unable to hold it in.
"Spread your legs," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
I clench my thighs together, a last desperate attempt at defiance.
"No," I say, but there's no conviction behind it.
"Now, Raven," he growls.
His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open, and I hate myself for it. Hate how much I want this. Want him.
"That's it," he murmurs before taking my nipple into his mouth again.
He releases my hands and slides his hand down and starts stroking my clit. I can feel how wet and slick I am.
How ready I am.
"See?" he says deeply. "Your body knows what it wants. Stop denying yourself."
Fuck it.
I moan loudly as he rubs my clit, the sensation feeling like nothing I've ever felt before.
"That's it. Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you need this," he says, his fingers teasing my swollen clit.
"Gio," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please..."
"Please what, Raven? Tell me what you want."
I shake my head, unable to form the words. It's too much, too intense. I'm drowning in ecstasy, in the scent of him, in the feel of his body pressed against mine.
Gio releases my neck and takes a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.
"Tell me," he demands, his voice a deep and firm.
"For you to—" I can't finish. I don't need to tell him what I was thinking.
Gio slides into me, and I gasp, the intense stretch almost unbearable. His massive cock fills me completely as he presses me against the wall. I've never felt so full, so utterly possessed.
"Holy fuck," I gasp as my legs wrap tightly around his waist. He starts to move, driving deeper with each powerful thrust.
Gio licks my neck and gently bites me as he starts to move. Each thrust drives me higher up the wall. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure mixed with a delicious edge of pain.
"Oh, Raven," he says against my neck. "You feel so good. You're so wet for me."
I moan, unable to form words as waves of pleasure crash over me. The feeling of his cock inside me sends sparks shooting through my body.
Each powerful thrust crashes me against the wall.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
My head is spinning, and Gio increases his pace. The banging gets louder and faster.
Bang. Bang. BANG.
My eyes shoot open, and I bolt upright, gasping for air. I blink rapidly, disoriented as I take in my surroundings. I'm in my bed, alone. Sweat clings to my skin, and I can feel wetness between my thighs.
BANG BANG BANG.
Someone's pounding on my apartment door. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the vivid dream. My heart is still racing, and my body aches with unfulfilled desire.
"What the hell?" I mutter, glancing at the clock. It's 4 AM.
The banging doesn't stop. Confused and annoyed, I stumble out of bed, nearly tripping over my own feet as I make my way to the door.
"Hold on," I yell as I walk down the hallway. "Christ."
I yank the door open, ready to tear into whoever's banging on my door.
Gio stands there, filling the doorframe. The sight of him sends a fresh wave of heat through me, memories of the dream making my cheeks flush. His cologne—that same fucking cologne from my dream—hits me, and my chest tightens.
"What the hell is going on?" I snap, trying to cover my reaction with anger. "It's the middle of the night."
Gio's eyes sweep over me, taking in my disheveled appearance. I suddenly become very aware that I'm only wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties. His gaze lingers for a moment before snapping back to my face.
"We found your dad," he says, his voice low and urgent. "Come with me."
My stomach drops. "What? Where? Is he okay?"
"Now, Raven," Gio insists, already turning to leave. "Get dressed."
I hesitate for a split second before rushing back inside to throw on some clothes. They found my dad. After all this time, all the worry and uncertainty, they found him. But Gio's grim expression tells me this isn't going to be a happy reunion.
In less than two minutes, I'm following Gio down to his car.
As we settle into the back seat of his Rolls-Royce, I turn to him, questions burning on my tongue. But he's already on his phone, calling out orders. I catch a few words—"warehouse," "secure," "on our way"—but not enough to piece together what's happening.
"Are you going to tell me what happened? How you found him?"
He glances at me. "We'll be there soon. You can speak to him yourself."
The rest of the car ride is silent. Gio hangs up and starts texting rapidly. I lean back in my seat, trying to calm my mind.
As I steal a few glances at Gio, I have flashbacks to what I was just experiencing in bed earlier and guilt washes over me. How can I be thinking about this now, when we're on our way to see my father? The father I haven't seen in years, who's been missing. What kind of daughter am I?
After what seems like forever, we pull up outside a warehouse. The concrete building is ominous against the night sky. It looks like we're in a rough part of town, just outside Chicago.
As we get out of the car, Gio grabs my arm, holding me back for a moment. His touch sends a jolt through me.
"Raven," he says, his voice low and serious. "I need to warn you. He's not in good shape. They beat him up pretty bad."
My throat tightens. "Who's 'they'? What happened to him?"
"He needs to tell you himself. You need to hear it from his mouth."
"Hear what?" Fear overtakes me.
Gio's eyes lock onto mine. "You'll see."