Chapter 10 Mynx #3
I want more. I want so much more.
Raven was shirtless and wearing loose gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He held a water bottle in one hand while the other hung casually at his side. His dark, magnetic eyes locked to hers as if he was waiting for her reaction to his presence, before he began his own workout.
Fuck. I want to know what it feels like to be the prey—devoured by him, undone by every inch of that chiseled body pressed hard against mine. I want to come apart for him. I want to beg for more, even when I’m already trembling from too much.
She closed her now slack jaw, swallowing hard while she contemplated it. Doing her best to ignore Raven's presence. This isn’t working. When she glanced up in the mirror a second time, her eyes met his, and she felt like she might fall off the treadmill.
It was 2 a.m. What the hell was Raven doing here? Didn’t he have better things to do than haunt her with that body—cut like sin?
Her treadmill slowed, the countdown ticking away the final minute of her cool-down. Despite the gradual ease in pace, her muscles were still tight, and her mind was still restless.
Didn’t he have a club to run? A life to live? Any normal person would be asleep. But Raven wasn’t normal. And apparently, neither was she—because instead of kicking him out, she was wondering what it would feel like to let him touch her again.
Maybe the elliptical machine would help shake off the lingering tension.
She wiped a cool towel across her slick face, then moved toward the small refrigerator on the counter. Pulling out a chilled bottle, she took a long drink. The cool water soothed her parched throat. A second sip followed, deep and deliberate, hoping to cool her core.
Is it the workout that has me thirsty, or is it the way he just undressed me with his eyes?
Mynx contemplated the question as movement flickered in her peripheral vision.
Raven spoke, but the steady pulse of her music drowned his voice.
His lips moved with purpose, eyes locked on hers, waiting.
He didn’t break stride, didn’t slow his workout—just kept watching her like he expected her to hear him anyway.
She turned, pulled one earbud loose, and met his gaze. The silence between them hit harder than the beat ever could. "Sorry, what did you say? I couldn't hear you over my music."
"I asked what you're doing up so late?" Raven's voice remained steady despite the strain of his workout. His hands gripped the bar of the weight machine, pulling the bar down to his waist in a slow, deliberate motion. Sweat traced rivulets down his chest, gathering at the waistband of his pants.
Fucking delicious, I’m so jealous of those sweatpants, getting to hold him, feel him.
She found herself unable to look away. The sharp definition of Raven's torso, the way his muscles flexed with each movement, and the taper of his waist forming that unmistakable V shape held her attention captive.
"Mynx?" he said, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Earth to Mynx… you alive in there?" The sound of his rich laugh pulled her back to reality, back to the sharp contours of his face. Where my eyes should have been all along, she chastised herself.
"What? Oh—I'm sorry, I was thinking," she replied, but the heat flushing in her cheeks showed her embarrassment at being caught staring. She could feel them blazing.
"Nothing to be sorry for." The deep groan he made as he released the weight.
Curled her toes. Made her nipples stand at attention.
"Are you going to answer my question?" His chocolate-brown eyes smoldered—not just with curiosity but with something more profound that sent a primal pulse through her, constricting her at her core.
The thought of having him right here, right now, stirred something electric and undeniable beneath her skin.
Goosebumps prickled along her arms. She clenched her thighs together. Fuuck.
Raven glanced down at her legs, as if he'd seen the slight movement.
Mynx had to do something. Speak so he would stop watching her every embarrassing movement.
"I've always been a night owl," she admitted, her voice soft in an attempt to mask her longing. "The stars, the moon, the way the world seems to exhale and slow—it's the only time I feel like I can breathe."
She closed her eyes briefly, blocking out the fluorescent gym lights and the surrounding walls as if she could reach for the vast night beyond. Trying to ground herself. Take away the burning need she felt for him. His voice brought her back to reality.
“Do you feel it too?” he asked, voice low and rough with restraint. “That pull between us—it drives me mad. I need you.”
Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed lightly against her waist, just a whisper of contact, barely there but potent enough to send a shiver cascading through her body.
Mynx couldn't speak, didn't dare let him know how much she did. She nodded, and he leaned closer to her.
"You should walk away," he murmured, lips so close that she could feel the ghost of his words against her ear. "Tell me to stop. Because I am so close to worshiping every inch of that delicious skin of yours, so close to fucking you senseless."
But she didn't, didn't move as she fought the urge to kiss him.
If she spoke, she would have to lie. She couldn't tell Raven she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
The moment she thought she had her desire under control—thought she could look him in the eye and speak without trembling—his lips found the curve of her neck. Slowly, intentionally, his tongue traced a line of fire along her skin, and her illusion of control shattered.
Her core liquefied, molten and aching. The soft whimpers that escaped her lips weren’t weakness—they were betrayal. They gave voice to the storm surging beneath her skin, the need clawing its way up from somewhere primal.
She tried to speak. She needed to talk. But the words tangled, caught in the heat and the haze and the weight of Raven's body pressed against hers. Her thoughts blurred, reduced to sensation: the press of his mouth, the rhythm of his breath, the way her own pulse stuttered in response.
"Words—Butterfly— I need to hear them— need you to tell me you want me, beg me to take you. Or this stops now." His voice vibrated down her body, sent shivers down her spine.
Raven was the devil, and she’d been born to embody the sin he was about to carve into her skin. Her resolve crumbled, piece by trembling piece, until all that remained was hunger—and the aching need to kneel and worship at the altar of what he promised.
His fingers now trailed down her stomach in slow agonizing swirls as he waited for her to speak.
"I want you, Raven," she said, her breath coming in short, trembling gasps, "I need this, please.
" It was all she could manage. She prayed it was enough.
It was only a heartbeat, but time seemed to stand still as she waited in suspense, afraid her words might not be enough.
Before his lips crashed into hers, hungry, forcefully, claiming her mouth with an intensity that possessed her very soul.
The world disappeared, and nothing mattered to her except the desperate, consuming fire Raven was unleashing on her body.
His hands were everywhere, all at once, touching, caressing, leaving flames in their wake.
He took Mynx's nipple in his mouth, tugging lightly on it; the slight pain caused her to arch away from him, but he pulled her back to him with the smooth strokes of his tongue before taking the other in his hand.
She reached for him, taking his thick shaft in hand, stroking, worshiping.
His moan vibrated against her nipple as he picked her up and placed her on the counter in a swift motion, spreading her legs as he did.
Before she knew it, he was on his knees, tracing the lips of her entrance with his tongue. Each lap full of intention and warmth.
Here she was thinking of worshiping at his altar, and he was— worshiping her.
She purred with enjoyment.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, and you taste like heaven drenched in vanilla,” Raven growled against her clit; voice soaked in heat.
Mynx gasped, hips grinding into his mouth, chasing friction like oxygen. Her body was pleading, but her voice was still caged.
He pulled back just enough to let the air sting. “You’re such a good girl, Butterfly,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “Now use your words and tell me how much you want me.”
“I need to feel you, Raven,” she said, voice low and raw. “I want you to take me. I want you to consume me, all of me.”
Raven pushed his fingers into her, licking her clit in sync with his thrusts, bringing her so close to an orgasm she could feel the tingles spreading across her skin. She was teetering there when he stopped.
“Well, that’s just too bad,” he said, his palm landing between her thighs—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to jolt her focus back to him.
Her breath hitched. The orgasm she’d been chasing slipped just out of reach, replaced by a surge of raw, undeniable need. The sting wasn’t pain—it was possession. It was he reminding her of who held the reins.
Her eyes snapped to his, wide and burning. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t soften
Not fair. Not even close.
“I want you to beg me, really beg. Tell me this pussy is mine to use. Make me believe that I’m the only man in the world that can give you what you want.”
She wanted him. Wanted to feel him inside her, wanted the fire in his eyes to swallow her whole.
“Eyes on me,” he said. “You don’t get my cock until you come for me. Are you ready to come for me, Butterfly?”
She reached for him, hands in his hair, trying to guide him back to where she needed him most. But he resisted, gaze locked on hers, the heat in it so consuming she could barely breathe. She chased the feeling of being swallowed whole.
“Please… please make me come. This pussy is yours to use. Take it, fuck me,” Mynx whispered, her voice barely audible, eyes soft and pleading.
She hated how easily he unraveled her. How quickly her strength dissolved in the heat of his gaze, the promise of his touch. She was weak for him—for the pleasure he could summon with a look, a word, a breath against her skin. Weak for the way he made her feel seen and undone all at once.
She couldn’t remember ever feeling this exposed. This man would be the death of her. And God help her; she wanted to go willingly.
“Please, who? I need to hear my name on your lips."
"I—" she started, but the words dissolved before they could form, swallowed by the weight of his gaze. She tried again, grasping for something solid, something steady. Still, uncertainty tangled itself in her voice, leaving only a whisper of sound.
"Please," her voice stammered in hesitation," Raven? Make me come."
He dove back into her, his long hair tickling the inside of her thighs as he sucked on her tight bundle of nerves.
Then, turning his tongue into an instrument of delight, he played her body like a melody only he knew.
Every caress, every whisper of contact, sent tremors through her, each note resonating deeper, pulling her further into the chaos of sensation that lapped at her wet folds, forcing her orgasm to explode like a lit stick of dynamite.
Shockwaves of pleasure rocked her as she grasped at his head, clawing to get him away from her now sensitive bud.
Her legs still shook from the force of her release.
She'd never felt so desperate, so needy for a man.
"Raven, I need you… Now—please."
"Are you sure?" His eyes met hers, a wicked smile curling his lips.
Bastard. He was taunting her now.
"I need you, I'm sure," she said, her voice so low it was almost a purr.
"Good girl," he said, pulling her to a standing position before him. Her legs wobbled a bit, feeling weak from the force of her orgasm. Her arms slid around his neck a moment before he turned her around and forced her to lean her upper body on the counter.
He entered her in a swift motion, the push and pull of his strokes bouncing her against the counter.
He grabbed her arms at her wrists and placed her hands flat on the counter, holding them in place with his own, his fingers tangled with hers.
Time seemed to stop as each thrust brought her closer to the edge again until his final jarring thrust pushed her into oblivion once again.
He roared out his own release, gripping her hips so tight she knew they would bruise.
Fucking him is pure, unadulterated bliss.
She felt the moment his weight lifted off her. It took her just seconds to get her bearings. She turned, but he’d already pulled on his shirt, already stepped back into the version of himself the world expected.
"Maybe you'll be able to get some sleep now," he said, pulling his pants up and adjusting the tie. "Sleep well, Butterfly."
He walked out of the room while she was still naked, soul bared and vulnerable.
Mynx was stunned.
What they’d just shared felt seismic. But for Raven, it was nothing? A flicker of release already fading?
She didn’t know why she’d expected more. Why would she let herself believe Raven might be different from the others—less cruel, less transactional? Maybe it was the way he touched her like she mattered. Maybe it was the way her body betrayed her, responding with a hunger that felt sacred.
But his sudden departure, so casual after the intensity he’d drawn from her, left her hollow. Confused. Like she’d been the only one in the room when the world shifted.