Page 115 of Running Winter

Whatever it was, I would handle it.

I was just sorry it had ruined a perfectly good fuck.

FINISH

L E I G H

It took a lot to distract me from this devil woman, especially when I'd given in and had her wrapped around my waist in that pool.

Raven Deacon in a fucking bikini was enough to send me off the edge, literally.

Out of everything, Raven represented everything I disliked with the world.

Power, entitlement—money.

But she was fierce and refused to let me hate her for her circumstances. I couldn't believe my luck when I was assigned to be her bodyguard—I'd never felt such a strong attraction to anyone in my life. She irritated the fuck out of me, and Lucas had warned me not to touch her.

But she made me almost delirious.

I'd tried to ignore the way she made my cock hard with her sass and sharp tongue, but I fucking loved it.

I half hoped she would have some badass mafia dude on the side, but all she had was this high school jock who didn't know how to handle a woman like Raven.

I'd watched this woman fuck herself in the shower, and I'd had to leave, stroking myself into frenzied oblivion as I imagined fucking her. I thought I'd died and gone to hell when she walked down the stairs in that tight white ensemble.

Chances were, I'd have fucked her in front of her whole family; I wanted her so much.

But then I lost control the night she was with the high school jock. I'd watched her for thirty fucking painful minutes as she kissed him, his hands all over what was quickly becoming my fantasy.

So when she tried to seduce me again later that evening, I gave in. The problem was, now I wanted her to be mine.

The dinner with her family had been a pivotal point for me, especially when Raven was temporarily handed the reins to the family business.

I realized that we were too different; she was the untouchable mafia princess, and I was the man who knew how it felt to have nothing and no one.

Her family was beyond tight too, and I envied them. None of them knew how lucky they were to have each other, let alone the wealth and status.

I'd spoken to Cal, Raven's grandfather, at length about my situation, and he seemed to get it. I doubted he had ever been starved as a child, but he still seemed to understand.

On the other hand, Lucas was a cold man and had told me he could change my life one way or the other.

I chose this way.

Yet here I was, ball deep in his daughter. I'd taken her virginity and ruined everything.

I was a dead man, but I couldn’t refuse Raven. When she looked at me, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was home.

I still couldn't believe someone like her was interested in me—but then I realized it was just sex to Raven. She needed sex constantly—how she had been a virgin was beyond me. She didn't know anything about me, yet I wanted her in every capacity.

But how could I ever rule by her side when I hadn't even gotten an education? I'd skipped school more times than I was there to get high and escape my reality. I'd been dragged back, but I soon realized that if I were bad enough, I would be taken away from the scum I had as parents.

So I broke the law.

Repeatedly, and I was, of course, sent down.

Juvie was a piece of cake compared to my home life, and of course, I had regular meals, a decent sleep, and no one to tell me how pathetic it was that my parents didn't want me, or to be told how I had fucked up as a baby.

I buried myself into Raven's neck, pushing away the unwanted thoughts and memories.

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