I don’t give a shit how many hours a day Trick spends on the computer working for C Crue or that he’s newly married. He’s not the only one with a beautiful wife who waits for her man to come home.
When I make noises about wanting to rotate nights, Trick names three guys he thinks are competent to fill out the rotation. His own fucking name isn’t on the list. I say the guys he’s nominated aren’t acceptable as solo cover for C at night, since more violence goes down after dark. Trick shrugs it off and says to put two crue guys on C on the nights I’m not available. Trick’s flippant about it, which makes me wonder if this is an angle he’s working to get me to put pressure on C to go after Zoe. That won’t work. I will never bring Zoe up to C. Whether he works things out with her or moves on to someone else is none of my business.
Since Coins doesn’t have as much action as C wants these days, we’ve hit Boston twice in the past week. An hour drive each way to visit clubs with flashing lights and ear-splitting music is not my idea of a good time. One of the nights he picked up a woman, and I ended up killing time in a hotel hallway while he fucked her. C suggested we stay over, but I declined to get aroom. That would’ve led to him going all night with the girl, and I wouldn’t have made it home at all.
C’s not as wired as Trick was when he was single, but it’s not far off. I can’t hear Zoe’s name from Raven without feeling the urge to tell Zoe to get her ass back to C’s unless she’s sure this bullshit isn’t a waste of time.
I enter my bedroom and Raven’s asleep, as she has been the past three nights when I’ve gotten home. I’m tired, but I’ve already decided I’m not going another day without touching her. Pulling the covers back, I draw in a slow breath. Her nightgown is black satin and because it’s short, I can see the matching panties. Fuck. My cock’s a lead pipe instantly.
I drop my suit coat on the floor and remove all the metal from my body. Watch, cellphone, keys, cuff links, gun, knife, everything goes onto the nightstand. I turn the volume of the baby monitor down to low. My Irina’s a good sleeper now, but just in case she wakes, this will give us a little more time.
I toe my shoes off and then get in bed. The rest of the clothes can come off after I’ve had a chance to touch her.
My approach strikes me as illicit. She’s so exquisite, like a porcelain doll lying against dark satin packaging. This reminds me of the way I once watched her and what that watching eventually led to…a kidnapping, a cabin in the woods.
Without a second thought, I grab my knife and open it. I lift the satin string that’s lying against her left hip and cut it. A little tug on the fabric pulls the other string that’s mostly under her into view. The blade slices through that too.
Closing the knife, I watch her. I return the blade quietly to the nightstand and then pull the back of her underwear. The fabric slides slowly from between her legs, and I toss it to the floor.
I move her onto her back, and she stirs a little. Moving the nightgown up exposes her stomach, and lower. Her pussy’sbeen shaved recently, so she’s perfectly smooth and soft under my fingers as they delve between her lips. The moisture’s faint, delicately coating her hidden places.
When I rub her clit, she stirs again and then shudders, startled as she struggles to wake up. My left hand’s between her legs, and I leave it there. When she makes a noise of confusion, I cover her mouth with my right hand.
“Quiet, Raven.”
Her eyes open wide, probably struggling to adjust to the room’s lack of light. After a couple seconds of disorientation, she can tell it’s me. She knows my voice and what my hands feel like on her body.
“Spread your legs,” I order.
She shivers and slowly obeys. Does she wonder how she ended up naked from the waist down? My hand is still over her pretty mouth, so I can feel the choppy breaths from her nose.
Two fingers push into her pussy. Even though she’s had my baby, she’s tight around them.
“Not a sound,” I say, and then wait for her to acknowledge what I’ve said.
There’s a small nod from her, and her beautiful eyes still hold a note of surprise.
I remove my left hand first, and then take my right away from her face.
She starts to move, but I shake my head.
“I didn’t say you could move. Lie still, and keep those legs spread.”
Raven watches me intently, licking her lower lip with a trace of nervousness.
I take the knife from the nightstand and open it. Her intake of breath is as sharp as the blade.
I’ve cut clothes from her body once before, and I’m sure she’s remembering that now. Raven was the innocent virgin daughterof my enemy, and I was so obsessed with her that there came a time when I couldn’t stand not having her. I took her to a safe house, locked a collar around her throat and used it to chain her to the wall. She was my captive. There’s always been a darkness to our love. It lies hidden beneath the surface.
My blade slices the satin down the middle and then I drop it on the nightstand. The sound of the clattering blade causes her body to jerk. When the fabric’s separated, her pretty little tits are exposed. They’re fuller now, creamy white with dark pink nipples. My head dips so I can suck on them. Her body arches as her breast gives up a few drops of milk. Her hand flutters to the back of my head. I grab her wrist and pull it away, pinning it to the mattress.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Her nipples are sore, so I’m gentle with them.
“Lie still, or I’ll spank you,” I say.
She squirms despite the warning.
