Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
“Is Raven here?”
“No.”
“I think I see her.”
“You gonna leave now or do I have to throw your ass out front?”
He chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves. “That’s cute, buddy. Listen, just tell her I’ll wait in my car.”
“She’s not coming.”
“Jessica said she was.”
“She changed her mind.”
His smile slips, and he shoots glances behind me. At least Raven has the good sense to keep quiet.
“I’d like to hear it myself.”
“You heard it from me.”
“No way. Unless she–”
I take a step forward, and his confidence wavers for a split second. He almost trips on his own feet. “You either leave now or I’ll wipe that little makeup off your face and replace it with real blood.”
The boy tugs on his collar and squares his shoulder like that does anything. “Listen, man. Raven is–”
“Leave,” I growl.
I don’t know what he sees, but his face drains of color, and he rushes down the stairs without another word, the sound of his hurried footsteps too loud.
That her date? Because if he is, she might get a bit more spanking than I originally intended.
Walking back inside with my heart still pumping furiously, I close the door behind me, smiling devilishly because Raven hasn’t moved an inch. She’s panting already, thighs starting to shake.
Of course, I don’t make it easy on her. I can smell her arousal, and I want to lick every single drop that comes out of her cunt. No one can keep my tongue from it.
Summoning whatever willpower I have left, I graze the back of her thighs with my knuckles. “I need to know you’re okay with this, Raven. Because I prefer you trembling with pleasure, not with fear.”
She gives me a slow nod.
“Let me hear you say it, love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“It’s okay. I-I’m okay with it.”
No sooner do the words leave her mouth that my hand lands on one asscheek with a smack. I cup the globe and massage it, making sure it’s not painful. “More?”
“More.” She’s huffing now, squirming with her ass in the air.
I smack the other asscheek and peer at her panties. There’s no longer a wet spot. It’s already soaked through.
Fuck.
With a groan, I flip her over, cup her jaw with one hand, and smash my mouth to hers, which sets my body ablaze. Our first kiss should be gentle, soft. But I’m like a madman. I don’t just kiss her. I devour her, coaxing her lips to part. When she does so, I plunge my tongue inside her mouth. In and out. In and out. Like an imitation of what I want to do to her pussy.
I’m burning with the need to bury myself inside her. But it’s good to know I haven’t fully turned feral.
With superhuman effort I didn’t know I possessed, I pull back and press our foreheads together, me still hunching over her.
“You understand why I had to punish you?”
“I have an idea but tell me anyway.”
“Because no one gets to see these parts of you except for me. I’ll bundle you in a blanket every time you step out the door if I can,” I tell her. “Are you still leaving in this?”
“No. I’m not even going to the damn party anymore.”
“Good girl.”
“What are you planning to do now, Raven?”
“Put my degree to use.”
“What did you major in?”
“Business management. I did see lots of job openings around here, so I guess I’d start applying on Monday.”
“If you need my help, I can call some of my friends.”
“Okay, but I have to try on my own first. By the way, you have a beautiful place, Rowan. I really like it.”
I’m sitting in front of the onyx countertop, watching as she flips pancakes. After that hot first kiss, I realized it must be too much too soon for her, so I asked if she was hungry.
Instead of just saying yes, she offered to cook for me. I wasn’t up for something heavy, so she decided on a breakfast plate…at 9 PM.
But sure. Whatever my girl wants. She can serve me a piece of cardboard, and I’ll eat it with a smile.
“Thanks. It was one of my first projects actually. I wanted a place of my own but didn’t want to commit to a big house.”
“It’s lovely, but it can use a woman’s touch.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.” She smiles and piles five pancakes on my plate before turning around to start with the bacon.
“I mean, sure. Do you like it here?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“It’s nice and all. But…”
“Don’t you want to live here?”
With a pair of tongs, she flips the bacon to the other side and it sizzles. “I do. For a while maybe.”
“Why is that?”
She turns to me and leans against the sink. “I’m a white picket fence kind of gal.”
With my fingers interlocked and resting on the counter, I raise a brow. “Explain.”
Raven doesn’t say anything until the bacon’s cooked and she sets them on a separate plate. She adds a dollop of butter to my pancake and drizzles maple syrup on top.