Page 146 of Wicked

I say nothing about my plans, and we finally land in Milan to shop. We’re just in time for breakfast, and after dining at an exclusive café, we begin.

It becomes a whirlwind of visual styles, endless try-ons, and sneaky kisses, and Milan’s top stylist assists us.

Raven and I gel, and we have similar eyes. By the time we walk down one of Milan’s top fashion streets, heads turn.

That I like and also thoroughly dislike.

Raven looks chic with a black neck choker, black high heels, a short black leather mini, and a large black satin shirt… opened low. Her black bra is visible, and the shirt is unbuttoned to a perfect level.

She looks incredibly sophisticated with her cat eyes and fluffed up dirty blonde hair.

I side-eye Raven as Italian men stop, turn and stare. Raven grins behind large dark Prada glasses, and I tense up.

We carry several large clothing bags, and Raven leans into me.

“Still think this is a good idea, baby?”

Another Italian hunk yells from across the street, and I pause before Raven grabs my arm. “Control yourself and that aggression.”

“Why?” I snarl, wanting to kill.

“Because I want that taken out on my butt.”

Our eyes meet and hold, and I pull out my cell. I call the driver and command him to meet us at the end of the street, between Dior’s boutique, mine, and Gucci’s.

As we pause in the sun, my girl leans in, and she takes my mouth with hers. She then talks low. “You know, the attention turns me on.”

I shake my head at my student. “You really are a twisted deviant.”

“I am, but I’m your twisted deviant.”

I suddenly remember what she was doing as we flew into the Milan sunrise. Raven was parading in the jet with nothing on but her black satin binds that flowed from each of her wrists and ankles.

I was busy flying, even if I wanted to bind her and take her.

Raven then played with herself in the copilot’s chair before sucking my cock and making herself come at the same time. My wife to be is going to be a problem.

God help us with all the new time on my hands. Now that I’m not CEO, I’ll be able to pivot and unleash more time on my new project.

Teaching Raven all I know.

I’m going to spend the rest of my life finding new, sinful ways of making her come for me, and I’m going to enjoy it.

As Raven turns on the spot, taking in the world’s most lavish fashion district, she sees my face.

“What? What are you thinking about?”

What to say?

“How lucky we are.”

Raven smiles, then she looks like she knows I’m full of shit.

“Actually, that’s a lie,” I say. “I was thinking about ruining you.” Raven leans in, and her dark lipstick, cat eyes, black choker and high heels are making me hard.

“Well, now that I’m yours… You can do anything you want to me.”

“Do not say that…”

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