Chapter 9
RAVEN
The chain’s still biting into my ankle. His cock’s still buried deep inside me. His breath’s still wrecking against my throat like he’s not fucking done with me—like he’s trying to breathe his own life into my lungs just to make sure I don’t stop belonging to him for a single second.
And then the alarm splits the room open.
The high-pitched shriek punches through the air like it’s inside my ribs, like it’s in my skull, like it’s in my fucking bloodstream. It’s a violent, industrial sound that shatters the “Quiet Place” we just built out of sweat and trauma.
Damien’s body slams into mine, his hands snapping to my waist, his breath breaking hard against my ear. “No.” The word rips from his throat, sharp, savage, panicked. “No, no, no.”
His pace doesn’t stop. His cock drags deeper like he can fuck me through the interruption, like he can anchor us both in the physical act before the world outside drags us apart. I gasp, trembling, caught between the brutal ache of his body and the violent scream of the alarm.
The monitor flashes—Perimeter breach. Front entrance. Now.
His hand drags the chain tighter, locking me down to the floorboards.
“You don’t fucking move.” His breath fractures against my temple.
“You stay right fucking here.” His mouth crashes to mine, filthy, desperate, his kiss cutting like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he doesn’t cage me now. “I’ll end this fast.”
His forehead slams to mine. “You don’t fucking leave this spot.”
I nod, wrecked, panting, trembling for him. “I’ll stay.”
His eyes burn into me—manic, frantic, lethal. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
His cock slides out of me with a brutal drag that leaves me clenching, desperate, aching for the fullness. He doesn’t untie the chain from my ankle. He tightens it. His breath shudders, sharp, feral. “You’ll still feel me inside you when I come back.”
He grabs his gun off the table, loads it with a sharp, brutal click, and is gone before the door finishes swinging shut.
The alarm screams. The monitor flashes. Damien storms toward the breach like he’s not afraid to kill whoever’s waiting—like he’s done waiting for the shadows to take what’s his.
The screen glitches. Camera two—dead. Camera four—static. The system cuts out in sharp, brutal pulses like someone’s overriding it live. A new feed forces itself onto the monitor. Not Damien. Not the hallway. Not the door.
Me.
It’s me, sitting here on the floor, chained, panting, wrecked, still dripping from him. A live feed of my own ruin. I whip my head toward the nearest camera, the one tucked in the corner of the ceiling. The red light’s still blinking. It’s watching me. They are watching me.
The feed cuts. Replaced by a single line of text on a black background.
Did you miss me?
My throat locks. My ribs fracture. The cursor blinks, a steady, mocking heartbeat. Another message crawls across the screen.
You can tell him I was here.
The monitor cuts to black. The alarm dies. The silence hits like a gunshot.
The chain rattles when I shift, the weight of it still tight around my ankle, the ache of him still burning inside me.
I don’t know how close they got. I don’t know how long they were watching.
I don’t know if they ever left. But I know Damien won’t leave me unguarded again.
And I know whoever this is—they aren’t done.
The chain drags when I shift, cold metal biting into the raw skin around my ankle where Damien tightened it before he left. The burn keeps me here. The burn keeps me his. But my ribs won’t stop caving. I can still feel him inside me. I can still taste his breath in my mouth.
And I can still see the message. Did you miss me? The cursor still burns behind my eyes like it’s branded there now. I press my hand flat to the floor to stop the tremble. It doesn’t stop. The security feed is dead. The alarm is silent. The room feels like it’s been fucking hollowed out.
The door slams open.
Damien storms back in, his gun still drawn, his pulse snapping so hard I can hear it in the weight of his breath. His eyes cut to me. Not just to me—to the chain. To the tremble in my hands. To the flush in my cheeks still burning from what he just did to me. His ribs won’t stop shaking.
His gun clatters to the table like he doesn’t fucking care who’s watching now. “Tell me.” His voice is low. Flat. Lethal.
I swallow hard, my throat locking. “They were here.” The words fracture. “They sent a message.”
His breath catches. “What did it say?”
I meet his eyes, letting him see the terror and the submission. “Did you miss me.”
His body locks. His breath sharpens. “They were watching us, Damien.” My voice is a ghost. “They were watching while you—”
The words won’t form. My whole body clenches under the weight of it. His fists curl like he’s going to put them through the nearest wall.
“How long?” His voice cuts sharp. “How fucking long were they watching?”
“I don’t know.”
The weight of his stare pins me to the floor. “You don’t know?”
I shake my head, the tremble punching through me too fast to hold down. His hand drags through his hair, his ribs collapsing. “They watched me keep you.” His voice fractures. “They watched me claim you.” His fists slam the table. “They watched me fucking ruin you.”
The silence punches through the room.
“They saw you beg me to keep you.” His breath stutters, sharp, panicked. “They saw you give yourself to me.” His head snaps toward the dead monitor. “They fucking saw you’re mine.”
I can’t breathe. I can’t move. The weight of the chain cuts into me like it’s the only thing holding me here. He storms to me, his hands slamming to my jaw, his breath breaking against my mouth.
“You’re not scared of me now, are you?”
I shake my head, desperate, breathless.
“You’re not ashamed they saw what we are, are you?”
“No—fuck—no—”
His thumb drags under my lip. “Then let them watch.” His voice cuts savage, sharp, fucking brutal. “Let them see who you belong to.”
His mouth crashes to mine, wrecked, desperate, his hands dragging the chain tighter. “Let them watch you beg me to keep you.”
I sob into his kiss.
“Let them see I’m never fucking letting you go.” His breath splits against my throat. “Let them see they can’t fucking have you.” His cock grinds against me, sharp and filthy. “Let them see I’ll always get to you first.”
And I want them to see. I want them to see I’m his. Because I already fucking am.
His breath breaks against my throat, his grip locking me tighter like he’ll never be done. “You’re not theirs.” His voice cuts dangerous. “You’re mine.”
His cock grinds against me, brutal and filthy, dragging over the ache he left inside me like he’s about to claim it all over again. “They think they can fucking watch you?” His laugh shudders, low and wrecked. “Let them.”
His hand fists in my hair, snapping my head back until I can’t look anywhere but at him. “Let them see who you beg for.” His breath cracks against my lips. “Let them see how you fall apart when I touch you.”
I sob for him, already rocking into him, desperate to be claimed again. “You’re going to scream for me this time.” His hand slides between my legs, dragging filthy, relentless circles. “You’re going to scream so fucking loud they remember you belong to me.”
His cock slams inside me in one sharp, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs. I choke on a gasp, my body snapping into his grip. “That’s it.” His pace grinds deeper, harder. “You feel that?”
“Yes—fuck—Damien—”
“You feel how deep I am inside you?” I sob, clawing at his arms. “You think they can ever get this deep?”
His mouth crashes to mine, savage, filthy, desperate. “No one else gets to know you like this.” His hand snaps the chain tighter, his cock slamming harder. “No one else gets to hear the way you beg.”
His pace shudders, wild, manic. “No one else gets to see the way you fucking fall apart.”
I sob for him, burning for him. “You’re mine.”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
His teeth scrape my throat, his grip bruising. “You’ll cum for me now.” His thumb drags hard against my clit, sharp and filthy. “You’ll fucking scream for me now.”
I break. I shatter on a sob so sharp it tears through the room. He doesn’t stop. His pace slams harder, faster, brutal, driving me through the aftershocks.
“That’s it.” His voice cuts wrecked. “Scream for me.”
I cry out, desperate, falling apart.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes—yes—yours—”
“Say it louder.”
“Yours—fuck—yours—”
His breath fractures. “You’re not theirs.”
“No—no—fuck—never—”
“You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
His cock slams deep, his grip snapping the chain so tight it burns into my skin. “You’ll always be mine.” His release hits sharp, his body pulsing inside me, his breath breaking across my throat. His arms cage me, his lips dragging over my pulse.
“You’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you.”
His laugh cracks, soft and sharp. “Good girl.” His breath shudders, his ribs still trembling. “Let them watch you cum for me.”
His hand slides over my jaw, his thumb dragging slow under my lip. “Let them see how you look when you’re fucking owned.”
And I want them to see. I want them to see I’m his. I want them to see I’ll always be his. Even if they come back. Even if they never left.