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Sighing, I kicked my heels off and walked toward the door, knowing she’d kick it in if need be. I wasn’t scared of her, but she had this air about her — this strength and vitality — that’d found me on my knees many times as she fucked my face with her pretty little cunt.
Squeezing my thighs together as much as I can while I walk the last couple of paces, I open the door and use the bravado I’d mastered from a young age. It never worked on Raven; she always saw right through me, and as her hand wraps around my neck and she kicks the door closed with her black, shiny heel, I know I’m in trouble.
I bite my lip, the feeling of letting go dangerously close to the surface. She slams me up against the dresser, my perfumes and makeup clamoring around us as I look into her slate-colored eyes, her smokey makeup enhancing them, as the black bob and fringe finish off her kick-ass attire.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Raine,” she whispers, leaning in close to my ear.
Liquid heat pulses through my body, but I force myself to remain stoic and not fold to her seduction.
“Do you know what I do to bad girls?” She pauses, then licks up the side of my face, causing me to shiver.
“I punish them. Get your stuff; you’re coming home with me,” she bites, releasing my throat and sauntering to the door with her arms crossed.
It's at this moment that I question my sanity once more because I’m entertaining the idea. We didn’t end on the best of terms, but she’s giving me the out I require — the ability to let go without needing to search for a release tonight from some random fuck.
It never ceases to surprise me how I can go from being a badass mafia princess to falling to my knees and drowning myself in whatever indulgence I find to take away the voices in my head.
“NOW!” Raven demands, and it snaps me out of my stupor.
I take one last look at the drugs, and she clears her throat behind me, then growls, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Sighing in defeat, I still can’t help the giddy feeling that settles in my stomach. If there’s one thing Raven can do right, it’s help me silence my inner demons and quiet the raging storm in my mind.
She holds out her hand when I step toward the door, and I take it.
“Good girl. I’ll be sure to add in a little pleasure with the pain to reward you for your behavior, my love.”
And just like that, the defeat melts away, and in its place, a calmness settles into my bones and helps me relax.
Tonight was turning out better than I expected.
Chapter7
Raine
After a knowing look from Justyce and Acheron, I waved goodbye gingerly, and we left Arcane. Raven’s heels click loudly along the road as we walk toward her waiting limousine, her butler standing by the door like an obedient little slave.
Jonathon was always like a little puppy chasing after Raven, not that she’d give him much time. She’d always say playing with people you work with was like shitting where you eat; don’t do it.
Secretly, I’d always figured it was a little dig at Arrow and myself, but I guess it’s never bothered me otherwise. The thought of my best friend sends a pang of discomfort and worry to my chest, his sad-looking cognac eyes turning hard copper instead.
The smell of nicotine pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to face Raven, watching as she draws in a long breath through her ivory and black cigarette holder.
She looks every bit the dominatrix in her black, wet-look tank top, which was causing her tits to spill out the top, and matching black skirt that finishes at her knees.
She takes another drag, the red cherry lighting up her porcelain features, and I’m dying to find out what she’s thinking. Quirking an eyebrow, she uncrosses her legs, then crosses them over the opposite side slowly, and I know she’s watching my reaction to her.
Twelve months is a long time, but if I’m honest with myself, I did miss her, regardless of her stupid interventions. She wanted us to be a monogamous couple, allowing me the space to top and bottom, but she overstepped my boundaries when she took it a step further and demanded that I never see Arrow again.
They loved to hate each other, and watching them hate fuck was something that’ll forever be in my spank bank material. Rough, dirty, and both hungry for power and my attention. A heady combination for a girl like me.
Nonetheless, of all people, Raven knew I could never settle down, that my head was too messy and chaotic to give myself over to one person. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Sex was sex, but with strings? That shit had the potential to be catastrophic. How could I be there for a lover when they needed me, when I couldn’t even be there for myself? Some may say that’s selfish, and I guess it is, but being with me would be a full-time job and not the type someone would benefit from.
I didn’t need the drama or any more chaos in my life. I had enough crazy without involving anyone else, and let’s be honest, I enjoyed taking what I needed and moving the fuck on.
My brothers and the Tartarus Mafia were my spinning vortex, another outlet, but a place I didn’t need to pretend, a place I could beme.
