Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Carlos?”
“I’ve got you, Raven. Nothing is going to happen to you while you give yourself to me. Let me have you. Enjoy this. There will be time to go back to the club. To talk shop. To be the Raven they have come to know, but here and now, you can be my Raven.”
She hated how good that sounded, but as he stroked her pussy, she also couldn’t think of a single argument against what he was saying.
Did she want to be his Raven?
She had no idea. There was no instant yes or no or maybe answer. All she wanted was for him to keep on playing with her pussy, driving her to the edge.
She tried to contain her moans, but Carlos wouldn’t let her. He told her to scream and beg, to not keep it all in.
His name spilled from her lips, echoing off the walls, and as he thrust her into an orgasm, she rode that wave, rubbing herself against his hand.
It felt so good. So free. It was truly amazing. She had never felt like this before. Had never wanted to feel this way, so out of control.
At the sound of his zipper pulling down, she opened her eyes and watched as he pulled his naked cock free.
He pressed the tip against her core, and she cried out, feeling his hard length as he pushed all the way inside her. She didn’t want to be the only person naked, and seeing as she couldn’t attack his pants, she tugged at his shirt.
He threw it across the room and then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
She loved his lips, adored his body, and couldn’t get enough of his dick. This was what it meant to be completely drunk on sex. She understood why the guys were so addicted to the club pussy back home.
None of the prospects would ever appeal.
Carlos, he was … she had no idea what he was, but she was more than willing to explore this while she was here with him.
He awakened something within her. The only problem she had encountered was that it seemed to fade whenever he wasn’t around. No other man appealed to her quite like Carlos.
Did that mean she had feelings for him?
No.
She didn’t love Carlos.
Did she care what happened to him?
Yes, she did.
Love was a stretch. She didn’t do love. Love made people do stupid things. It hurt them, and to Raven, love was an emotion she refused to feel for any man.
Even the one who was currently coming and sending her over the edge into a second orgasm.
****
“Did you ever spar back home?” Carlos asked.
He heard Raven snort. She was already pulling her hair into a ponytail on the top of her head. After a day of going through finances for his many businesses and still trying to figure out how to get Raven to fall in love with him, he’d decided on a break. At the gym. Raven wouldn’t let him go alone and had even offered to spar with him.
Carlos had no intention of hitting her.
In the back of his mind, the memory of picking up her beaten body from Creed’s men entered his mind. He hadn’t gotten the pleasure of killing Creed, but he would make sure the Twisted Bastards never rose up. He had men keeping an eye out, constantly checking to see who would take over from that piece of shit.
“I live in a club surrounded by men. Of course, I sparred with them, or as much as they would. They tried to treat me like a girl, and it always ended up bad for them, with something broken.”
She had this sweet smile, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Give as good as you get?”
“Always,” Raven said. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you, Carlos, this is a cruel world?”
“Oh, I know. I’m one of the people that men fear and women tell their kids to fear.”
She laughed. “I had heard that about you. Strange, everything I’ve seen shows you to be a little teddy bear.”
“Only to you.”
Raven raised her brow. “Sweet talking me is not going to make me go easy on you. Who do you usually spar with?”
“Drago, but he has been rather absent lately.” Carlos had no doubt it was because of Raven’s presence. Sebastian had made it clear to him on more than one occasion when Raven hadn’t been present that he didn’t think using her like this was a good idea. Not just because Raven wasn’t suitable, but because Raven was … who she was. A woman. A civilian woman. An MC club woman.
Carlos knew and even agreed with Sebastian’s assessment. Having Raven as his woman would be a liability. She was short-tempered, spoke her own mind, and at times downright rude. The only problem for Carlos was when she played the role of an adoring, loving fiancée, he was fucking hooked. He didn’t want to give her back to Smokey.