Page 65 of Lunatic

With a growl, he drops to his knees in front of me. Hooking his fingers into my pants on either side, he yanks them to the floor.

“Three things, pretty girl. One, never say his name when I’ve got you naked. Two, he wasn’t a man, but fucking garbage. And three, you are the only woman I want. I see you, Bianca. The real you. All of you. I see what others didn’t. Why would I ever touch another when I have this? You’re enough for me, baby. More than enough. All I need is one thing from you right now. Be my good girl, and drench my face.”

I grab onto his shoulders as he slides his tongue up my slit.

Raven groans against my skin, causing butterflies to dance in my stomach. The way he appears to receive physical pleasure, from making me feel good, does things to me. He makes me feel desired.

“Fuck. This pretty pussy tastes like heaven.”

He circles my clit with his tongue, and pushes two fingers inside me, causing me to gasp his name.

“Raven.”

Taking my clit between his lips, he sucks hard as he hits my ‘G’ spot with his fingers, and my climax is instant. I’m lost in an abyss of pleasure, as I lean on his shoulders for support, my entire body in a euphoric state that threatens to bring me to my knees. Raven places an arm around my back, before pulling his fingers from me and sucking them clean. Moving his now free hand to my back, he lifts me as he rises, and places me on the bed. I watch him as he removes his shirt. From his muscular arms, to his defined abs, he is a work of perfection, but I never allowed myself to appreciate it before. I was afraid to fall under his spell, and not see the red flags. I know now he has them, but they are far from hidden. They’re on full display, warning of the exact dangers that lie ahead. I know the man he is. Punishing Raven for what another man did to me will only hurt both of us. He is not a perfect man, but he’s not Sullivan either.

He removes his pants, and arches a brow at me.

“Legs spread, pretty girl.”

Taking his cock in his hand, he squeezes and strokes it a few times, before getting on the bed between my thighs.

“Are you done running from me?”

“Yes,” I answer.

Rubbing his cock up my slit, I whimper as he smirks at me.

“The tracker isn’t getting removed.”

“I know,” I admit. I won’t bring it up now, but he was right. If he hadn’t done what he did, I’d be dead. He would’ve never found me.

Pushing inside me, he groans as he climbs over me, placing a hand on either side of my head. He lowers himself to his elbows as he moves inside me.

“You’re mine, Bianca. Mine.”

I reach up and place my hand on his face.

“And you’re mine,” I whisper.

This world is crazy. Things happen to innocent people everyday. I believe in finding good in those terrible moments if you can. Raven isn’t a good man, by any stretch of the imagination, but he makes me feel something no one else ever has.

Worthy.

“Fuck. I’m going to come, and then fuck you all over again.”

I don’t have any complaints. Instead of running from Raven, I’ll run to him. After everything I’ve been through, it’s good to know no one will ever hurt me again. If they do, Raven will skin them alive. And I’ll get to watch.