Chapter 25 Raven #2
My knees trembled under the flirty dress that fell just past my knees.
My heels clicked against the marble floors, and I squinted to take in as much as I could of the dimly lit space.
Soft French music drifted through the open windows, carried on an autumn breeze.
This place was the ideal bachelor’s seduction pad, and suddenly it felt like a stroke of luck that we hadn’t crossed paths before tonight.
“How long have you had this place?” I asked.
“Two decades.”
Jesus Christ.
Paris had been my home for five years. I’d walked these streets countless times and never once caught sight of him. And yet he was here all along, thriving and operating his criminal business, living in a penthouse, with a driver, living a life that should have never intertwined with mine.
“You’ll like it,” he continued wryly. “Most women do.”
I suddenly felt irrationally jealous and I shot him a look full of venom. “I’m sure they do, but I’m not most women, you asshole.”
“Don’t I know it, wife.”
God, I really wished he would stop calling me that. It grated every fiber of me, or maybe it was the knowledge of him bringing women here.
“So much for five years of abstinence,” I muttered. “Such a fucking liar.”
It didn’t matter to me what Aiden did or who he slept with.
He let out a chuckle that lacked humor. “Oh, I’d never lie about that, so be prepared to be thoroughly fucked.”
My cheeks burst into flames. My inner thighs pulsed with an ache I hadn’t felt in so long—not since I escaped him five years ago. And my stupid heart raced into overdrive.
Damn my husband and his straightforward, filthy words.
I refused to let them get to me or impact me in any way. I was doing this because… well, he’d found me, and I needed time to devise a plan.
Although a small part of me hated to admit it, I was tired of self-pleasuring. Besides, there was nothing unusual about a twenty-four-year-old having a one-night stand with her husband.
God, even I didn’t believe myself.
Before I could further ponder my feeble excuses, we entered a large moonlit bedroom with accents of mahogany everywhere.
In one violent movement, Aiden’s hand came to clasp around my neck. He then shoved my dress down my body, the sound of the thread threatening to burst at the seams echoing in the quiet.
Standing in nothing but a bra and panties, I stared at him. The darkness in his eyes threatened to swallow me, and something about the barely veiled wickedness had me shuddering. But much to my horror, it wasn’t in fear.
My inner thighs throbbed, my arousal soaking my panties.
Aiden abruptly pinned me to the wall by the shoulders. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?”
“What—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” His voice lowered to a frightening edge. “How dare you fake your death? How fucking dare you leave me like that? Do you have any idea what you’ve unleashed in me?”
“Th-that’s a lot of qu-questions,” I stuttered lamely. “Besides, what did you expect? You forced me, a barely legal adult, to marry you.”
He released a harsh breath. “Ahhh, so we dropped the pretense of not being my wife, huh?”
“God, you’re fucking slow.” I threw my hands up in frustration. “That marriage of ours should be annulled. It was forced upon me with threats of death. You blackmailed me, and I’m pretty sure that’s a valid basis for an annulment or divorce.”
“Don’t play the victim card here, Raven.
I told you from the start that our marriages are ‘till death do us part,’ so you knew exactly what you were getting into.
” His every word was a lash of ice, leaving me raw.
“You stabbed me in both the back and chest after I offered you kindness, fairness, and honesty.”
“I did not!” Fuck, did I? “That wasn’t my intention,” I justified.
“It doesn’t matter. You’ll do as you’re told, or your friends will pay the price for your sins. Do you really want that?”
“Bastard,” I snapped. “They’ve done nothing to you. If you were even remotely kind—or fair—you’d leave them out of this.”
He growled, low and bitter. “I’ve spent five years at the mercy of my guilt and grief. You want fairness? Only you can control that. Give in. It’s only right that now you’re at my mercy. I want your body and soul, Raven, and you’re going to give them to me.”
“I don’t want to do this, Aiden,” I rasped, although my body throbbed with the anticipation of feeling his hands on my body. God, why couldn’t I just be cold?
“What you want ceased to matter the moment you betrayed me.”
My eyes widened. “I didn’t betray you. You and your family betrayed me!”
His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened to obsidian.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” He reached and unclasped my bra, then tugged at my panties. “Take these off,” he demanded, his change of subject giving me whiplash.
“You managed just fine with my bra,” I snapped, my voice strangely husky. “Why can’t you take my panties off too?”
“Take them off. Now.”
I swallowed the knee-jerk reaction to fight him on it, but I knew there was no winning an argument and even less of overpowering him. Besides, the way my body responded to our bickering and his hard length pushing against my lower belly, I was inclined to suspect it was some sort of sick foreplay.
With my blood pulsing in my ears, I hooked my thumbs into the fabric, slowly sliding them down my legs. They pooled at my feet and I stepped out of them, leaving them on the hardwood.
“Give them to me.”
My brow furrowed, but rather than question his odd request, I scooped up the material and held them out to him.
He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, a smug smile stretching his cheeks.
“Gross,” I breathed, though I couldn’t deny how impossibly erotic the sight was.
He stuffed them into his pocket and took a step back. “Kneel.”
“I will not.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Raven. You won’t like the result.”
I believed him. And so, with gritted teeth, I lowered to my knees. My ass rested on the leather straps of my heels, the cold material biting into my flesh.
He took a step back, then another, until the backs of his legs connected with a chair. I watched, unsure where this was going, when he began slowly unbuckling his belt and freeing his cock.
He sat down in the chair like he was a king, then said, “Crawl to me.”
I flushed with embarrassment, realizing my pussy was throbbing at his degrading request. My knees trembled with the need to do as he demanded, but I forced myself to stay still.
Swallowing, I glanced at him, then at the floor. “What the fuck, Aiden? I’m not playing your stupid games.”
Although, I was fairly certain playing games was the last thing on Aiden’s mind.
He remained silent, waiting patiently as I battled with my inner slut who was more than eager to play his game and please him.
“You want me too, Raven,” he drawled. “No sense in pretending otherwise.”
“Your confidence is such a turn-off.” My voice trembled, betraying the lie. The truth was, I’d always loved his confidence and found it hard to resist it.
“Let’s not lie to each other, because I can smell your arousal from here. Now, on all fours.”
Flushing, I tipped forward, my palms landing on the marble floor, my pussy aching and desperate. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and began my slow crawl.
“Is your cunt swollen and needy, wife?” I froze, my eyes locking on his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you smell just as I remember,” he said, and I felt his deep growl in my bones. “Keep crawling.”
My knees shuffled, my thighs rubbing together as my eyes locked on his glistening cock. The memory of his taste made me salivate, and I hated myself for it.
Once the distance closed between us, he ordered, “Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips, not taking my eyes off of him as he guided the tip over my lips, smearing his pre-cum. My tongue slipped out, needing to taste him, and my eyes fluttered shut.
My pussy throbbed and I closed my mouth around his shaft, moaning as he teased his throbbing head in an inch, then out an inch.
“If you need to breathe, tap my leg.”
“You overestimate—”
He thrust his full size down my throat, gagging me into silence. He groaned, his head falling back as my eyes watered. I swallowed around the length of him, then began to bob my head.
Was I insane for wanting this? For being turned on by his domination?
His hand came to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair. He controlled the movement as he fucked my throat, his thrusts harsh and fast.
I struggled to breathe but refused to tap out, intent on seeing this through—and on chasing my own pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, his rhythm steadying and our eyes locking as he plunged into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
Tears slid down my cheeks and he eased me back, a string of saliva trailing from my mouth to his tip. No sooner had I taken a deep breath into my burning lungs than he drove back into my throat.
My tongue traced his bulging veins and his cock swelled thicker between my lips.
“Such a good wife,” he purred, his grip on my hair teetering on the edge of painful. “Fuck, Raven. You’re taking every inch of me, just the way I taught you.”
He thrust deep. Hard. Fast. He was going at my throat like a vengeful beast, and that should’ve scared me. Instead, I was left digging my fingers into his thighs to keep from trailing them to my center.
“Has anyone else tasted you?” I moaned, a deep vibration in my throat drawing more cum from him.
He yanked my head back, his cock slipping from my lips with a pop.
“Answer me.” I blinked, saliva dribbling down my chin, and tried to focus on what he asked.
“Has anyone else tasted my wife?” he repeated.
“N-no.” I opened my mouth, resisting his firm hold. “I want to keep sucking your cock. Please.”
He smiled harshly, a merciless gleam entering his eyes. “Good girl. Now welcome my cock home, Raven. Suck every inch of it.”