Chapter 11 Raven
Raven
Iwas burning, consumed by a fire that licked at my skin and set every nerve alight.
The desert air of Lake Powell whispered across my body like a lover's caress, carrying the scent of Vin's leather jacket mixed with the wild freedom of the open road.
My fingers traced the rough landscape of his scars, each one a testament to a life fiercely lived, and I reveled in the strength of his arms caging me in an embrace that spoke volumes of protection and possession.
Where had he been all my life and why had it taken so long to find him?
"Raven," he whispered against my neck, and I shivered, not from the chill of the night but from the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through my bones.
His hands, those manly badges of honor, explored me with a reverence that turned my insides molten.
We moved together, a dance as old as time, and the stars above us bore witness to our union, a blending of shadows and light, of hard edges softened by yearning.
The memory of him was an undeniable force, wrapping around me, pulling me under.
It was all there in the dream—the heat of his skin, the relentless drive of his body, the way my name became a sacred chant on his lips.
With Vin, I wasn't the president’s daughter.
I was just Raven, fierce and free, racing alongside him towards a horizon that promised no boundaries, no rules, no regrets.
Vin moved his hands gently against my boobs, fingers lightly pinching each pink nipple, my back arching, my soul raw with fire and need.
His lips danced along the soft skin of my stomach, nipping, licking, and moaning like an animal ready to mate in the darkest of nights.
He pressed his body against mine, his light the spark to start my fire.
“Please,” I begged, though he’d assured me on more than one occasion that I’d never have to beg for his touch.
He licked the dark patch of smoothly trimmed hair between my legs, the invitation of my legs spreading drawing a manly growl.
“Fuck, I need you, baby,” he said and I raised my pelvis, urging his mouth against my cunt. He spread my lips and ate me. Oh fuck, how he ate me, his tongue a sex toy with unlimited power. As soon as the first finger entered me, I came hard, destroying my soul. I collapsed, a ragdoll in his arms.
He turned me onto my stomach and slipped an arm beneath me, lifting me onto all fours.
Behind me, he pressed the head of his dick against my wet hole and then grabbed my hair, tugging as he rammed inside.
I screamed into the night barely able to take his width and length.
I gasped several times. Catching my breath with Vin pounding away inside me had never been easy.
He pulled back on my hair again with one hand and then slapped my ass with his other.
This was the game we played together—how much pain could we endure from one another before giving up?
We’d learned pain tolerance within the first week of dating.
Vin leaned forward, sliding his tongue over my left ear. “Fucking tell me how much you want it,” Raven. “My sweet little whore.”
“Damnit, Vin. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me until I beg for you to stop.” I urged him despite the fact the man had nearly killed me the last time we fucked.
“Such a sweet little cunt, aren’t you,” he growled. “I’m the reason you’ll tell every other man no. Right, baby.”
“Fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.”
Vin pounded my pussy while laying kisses along my neck, his strong hands, hands that had killed too many men to count, squeezed my tits. Twenty minutes later, I felt the hot spurts of Vin’s seed fill my core.
He didn’t stop after coming. He rarely did.
Instead, he slowed his strokes, his come keeping me lubed and inviting.
Teasing me, he lick his finger and slid it into my relaxed ass.
I knew better than to squeeze his finger—but I did it anyway…
this time. He licked his finger again, two fingers entering my ass.
“Everything about you is tight, baby,” he said. He removed his fingers and when he removed his cock, a warm stream of come raced down my inner thigh. Towel? Fuck no. I wanted to feel it on me. I wanted to smell him on me. “Fuck, why couldn’t we have met ten years ago?”
I giggled and turned, laying back, looking at him, the stars in the night sky twinkling. “I would have been jailbait then.”
Vin shrugged. “Yeah, there is that.” He lay next to me and pointed at the sky. “Fucking universe put us together,” he said in his own poetic way. “I could never live a minute without you, Rave.” He pulled me into his arms. “You’re mine. Never think otherwise.”
But dreams have a cruel way of sharpening the hunger.
Lying there in the afterglow of our passion, with the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin, the ache for him twisted inside me.
I wanted that freedom again, the wind in my hair, the roar of the engine beneath us, and the certainty that, with Vin, I was exactly where I belonged.
Those sweet moments of abandon, where desire and destiny blurred into one, were a solace to cling to as reality loomed outside the fragile sanctuary of sleep.
Even in the depths of my subconscious, I could feel the weight of the chains that bound me now, far away from the open skies and the man who had become my heart's reckless compass.
I craved him with a ferocity that was all-consuming.
The outlaw with eyes that had seen too much, whose laugh was laced with darkness, and whose love was the only thing that ever made me feel alive.
And as I clung to the remnants of the dream, I swore to myself that I'd taste that freedom again, no matter what it took.
Because Vin Reed was more than a memory; he was my rebellion made flesh, my silent vow to never be caged again.
The dream shattered like glass under a boot heel, my heart slumping against my ribs as I jolted awake.
The lush heat of Lake Powell evaporated, leaving me shivering in the sterile air of my guarded room.
My eyes snapped open, struggling to make sense of the dim shapes looming in the shadows.
For a disorienting second, I could still feel Vin's phantom caress tracing fire along my skin before the cold truth sank its teeth into me.
I was alone, caged, a bird with clipped wings.
"Sleep well, Raven?"
That voice, slick as oil on water, cut through the silence, and instinctively, every muscle in my body coiled tight.
I didn't need to see his face to know who it was—my jailer wrapped in a father's guise.
His silhouette loomed at the foot of my bed, the scant light from the hallway casting him in sinister relief.
"Shouldn't you be off somewhere, kissing babies and screwing the country?" My words were a blade, honed by hatred and sleep-fuzzed thoughts. I sat up, pushing back a tangle of dark hair, and met the chilling void where his eyes hid in the darkness.
"Language, Raven. Is that any way to speak to your father?"
"Depends on the father, doesn't it?" I retorted, my pulse still thrumming erratically. There was no warmth here, no tender paternal check-in. This was a power move, plain and simple—the ex-president asserting his dominance at an hour when the world was supposed to be asleep.
I could feel his gaze, calculating and frigid, crawling over me like spiders on bare skin.
We were two predators circling each other; one caged but feral, the other free but fearing the bite of the trapped.
And oh, how I longed to sink my teeth into his polished veneer and taste the hypocrisy beneath.
"Still dreaming of that biker trash?" The sneer in his voice made me want to punch him in the face. Had an ex-president ever been struck by his own child? Maybe I could begin a new trend.
I moved up against the headboard, my heart a heavy drumbeat in my chest. "Better than the nightmares you call reality," I shot back, my voice a steady hum of defiance. Vin's touch still lingered on my skin, a ghostly caress that fueled my courage.
"Your infatuation is pathetic. He's nothing more than a criminal, Raven. And you…"
"I'm what? Your property? A pawn in your political games?" I cut him off before he could spin his web of control tighter around me. My words were a shield, battered but unbroken. There was no room for fear, not when every inch of my being revolted against his oppressive presence.
"Watch your tongue." He stepped closer, the threat in his tone wrapping around us like smoke. "You'd do well to remember where your loyalties lie."
"Trust me, they're miles away from here." My gaze locked onto his shadowed form, a silent challenge. "And certainly not with you."
"Be careful, Raven. You're playing with fire."
"Maybe," I conceded, a reckless spark igniting within me.
"But sometimes, fire is exactly what you need to burn down a prison.
" I paused for a moment, but long enough to put a stop to the momentum I had.
"You think you can control me?" I spat out, the words tasting like venom on my tongue.
His silhouette loomed closer, a dark cloud threatening to smother my defiance.
"Control is not a matter of thought, Raven. It's a matter of fact," he retorted, his voice cold and calculated. "You are under my roof, my rules. As far as the world knows, you’re dead. remember."
"Your rules are nothing but chains," I fired back, clenching my fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. Hatred for this man surged through me, hot and fierce. "You can lock me up, but you don't own me. You never will."
"Such delusions of grandeur," he sneered. "I know what's best for you. For your future. I’ve always tried to lead you in a proper direction."
"Best for me?" I laughed, hollow and mirthless. "Or best for your damned political career? Listen to yourself. Trying to control my life the way you tried to control, and failed the entire country!"