Page 59 of Wicked

I shake my head and look down at her. I hold her chin, and my lips are inches from her.

“Don’t ever say that to me, Raven. That is the last thing in the world you should ever say to me. Understand?”

Raven gulps, likely worrying I’m about to ruin her. To take her any way I like, any way I want, or any way I need to.

Even if the idea terrifies her, I can see her body is alive. As I hunger for it, I hunger for her. I pour another small whiskey, and I swirl it in my hand. The firelight plays off Raven’s perfect virginal, curvy body, and I am getting hard.

Raven bites her lip, and I sense my eyes go dark. As the gold fire reflects off the wet areas on her skin, including her neck and lips, I know it’s time. “You do understand I’m going to take you. And hard?”

Raven gulps. “Is… is it always like this?”

I shake my head. “This is different, but I did warn you.”

“Will—will you be gentle?” she asks, her eyes big.

I growl, as she looks down at my naked chest. I remind myself to play nice, and I sigh. “I will try.” There is a loaded silence. “And you got costumes?” I ask without emotion.

Raven nods, remembering them. I step closer, and I stare into her big blue eyes. As I slide a hand into her thong, I swipe a finger up.

It slips between her wet lips, and she is so wet, she’s drenched. Finding the top of her slick lips, I circle her clit perfectly and slowly. My strong fingertips are wet, and they glide around her nub.

Her knees go weak, and I kiss her neck as she whimpers. All of a sudden, I withdraw my fingers andlick them.Enough time wasting. It’s time to be inside her. “Get my costume,” I command. “I will return in fifteen.”

Raven nods, nervous, wet, and on edge. I watch her walk to the costume bag, and she places it on the long wooden table. She leans over it in her black panties, and she pulls out long black boots.

I stare at her butt, sizing it up. The black boots suddenly intrigue me. As I cross my arms, I smirk.

Suddenly, Raven yells, “No looking!” before she realizes she should not be so bossy. I’m guessing she suspects I’ll likely take it out on her later.

She is not wrong. I always come down on anyone grumpy. That role is mine, and she should stick with what she knows, being Sunshine.

“And don’t look at mine,” she says as I play along, and walk for the door. The kid has moxie, and I like it, a lot.

The dressing up and games I’m used to, but that was before. I’m not used to fun, playful games, especially with a virgin. It’sturning me on, and Raven’s innocent uncomplicated energy is refreshing. This girl has edge.

As she hands me my clothes and boots at the door, she stares up with her big eyes, pert breasts, and black lingerie. She then has the nerve to push me to the door.

“Out. Now. And come back in fifteen.”

The vixen pushes me out of my warm chamber, and she slams the door hard. I stand in the stone passage, and I’m hard, semi-naked, and surrounded by marble statues.

I can’t help but shake my head.

The poor virgin is about to be fucked stupid, and she has no idea how hard she will come. No one plays with me like this, no one. She will be lucky to walk straight after, the insolent minx.

As I peel off my jeans next to the marble male and female statues, I pause and glance at them. “It’s just a favor!” A minute later, I have the tight black pants and boots on. My cock is jammed in, and it wants to break free.

I look back to the closest statue, and I make it clear. “And it’s only once!”

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RAVEN

I lean against the door, and I remember the scary part is yet to come, literally. When he stretches me, and stretches meall the way, and makes me shatter.I get my day pack, the costume bag, wings, and I run into the bathroom.

The fine wings are surprisingly dry, and the fire did a good fast job.

After making my face and hair presentable, I pull on the sexy black mask and then the sexy black wings.

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