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Chapter Four
RAVEN
Mac keeps hold of my hand, and I let him, because right now, I need that connection to remind me that I still get that thrill when a handsome man touches me. I spent years chasing the buzz I feel whenever Mac touches me. He’s completely different to Vinn, with his huge frame and tattoos. He’s got a dark shadow across his jaw, whereas Vinn likes to be clean shaven. He wears jeans and a t-shirt that shows off his defined chest muscles, and I know without looking that he has a six-pack, maybe even an eight. Vinn has a good body too, but they’re completely different in shape, with Mac being stockier.
We’re passing the club when my mobile must ring again because Mac pulls it from his pocket. Before I can object, he’s pressing it to his ear, and I watch in horror as he grins.
“She’s busy. What do you want?”
“Mac,” I hiss, trying to take it from him. I get it and glare at him as I hold it to my ear in time to hear Vinn’s threats of violence if Mac doesn’t get me to the phone.
“It’s me,” I say.
“I suggest you get in the office right now, Raven.” He disconnects, and I stare at the handset.
“Why did you do that?” I cry.
“Because he needs to think you’ve moved on. You’ll always be at his beck and call if you keep giving in to him.”
“Actually, he wants me to go to the office, so it’s probably work-related,” I say, knowing it’s bullshit.
Mac shrugs. “Go ahead, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
We both go back into the club, and Mac goes to find the others. I find Vinn leaning against his desk, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes fixed on me as I hesitantly enter. Before I can say anything, his hand is at my throat, and I’m pushed against the wall. “Don’t say one fucking word unless it’s my name,” he hisses. His free hand squeezes my arse, and I feel his erection pressing against me.
“Did you fuck him?” I shake my head. He doesn’t get it—I can’t fuck anyone else because I’m crazy about him. “If you’re lying to me, Corvo,” he hisses.
“I’m not,” I whisper. I want to scream ‘what about Sofia’, but instead, I close my eyes as he places rough kisses down my neck and across my chest.
“Then we still have a deal,” he growls.
“Do we?” I ask.
“Neither of us has had sex with anyone else, so yes,” he says pointedly. A small part of me feels relieved. I know he hasn’t spent a lot of time with Sofia, but I’m surprised he hasn’t had sex with her. He’s got a higher sex drive than me, and that’s saying something.
Vinn keeps me pushed up against the wall, and we’re both fully clothed when I feel him pull my panties to the side and push his erection into me. It’s an instant relief. The ache in my heart dulls, and I don’t think about anything but the way this man makes me feel whenever he’s buried inside me. “I can’t stop,” he growls, slamming into me, and I don’t know if he means this thing between us or his explosive orgasm that comes seconds later. He roars with each thrust, digging his fingers into my thighs. He rests his head against my collar bone for a second to catch his breath before beginning to move again. He always makes sure I orgasm, sometimes coming twice himself in the process. I’ve never had a man who could keep going after orgasm.
“I have a place,” he mutters against my temple. “No one knows about it, not even Gia.” I close my eyes, concentrating on that warm feeling building below. “I want this to continue,” he pants, moving faster when he feels me squeezing his cock. “I’m not ready to let you go.” It’s like ice water being poured over me as the warm feeling disappears. He must feel the change because he slows. “I didn’t plan to ask like this,” he mutters. “I wanted to take you to dinner.”
“Get off me,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Not until you come, Corvo.”
“Now, Vinn,” I snap, and he instantly pulls away, tucking himself back into his trousers. I adjust my underwear and skirt and straighten my just-fucked hair.
“I know you like living at the club, so I’m not saying move in. But it’s a place we can go instead of sneaking to hotels and bending you over my desk.”
“A fuck pad,” I state.
“If that’s what you want to call it,” he says with a shrug. “I’d like you to choose the furniture and décor, make it yours.”
I laugh, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. “Jesus,” I mutter, realising just how much my life is becoming like Pretty Woman.
“You’re not ready to walk away either, Raven. I see the jealousy pouring from you like fucking poison. This way, we still get to be together.”
“Together,” I scoff. “Together in your fuck pad.”
“Together in a place of our own, instead of stealing moments like this,” he snaps. “You might like the seedy fucks against the wall, but I have more class.” My hand hits his cheek before I’ve had a chance to see sense, and I immediately pull it back and hold it against my chest. My palm stings as I stare wide-eyed at Vinn, waiting for his reaction. His head stays to the side for a second while he processes what’s just happened. Then, I’m back against the wall with his hand around my throat and his face pushed into my own.
