26. RAVEN

26

RAVEN

Anger is boiling inside me like tar. At the way she laughs with everyone and smiles at QiShan. The way Guff calls her, "Our Maddy," and wraps his arms around her shoulders. And she leans into him, publicly, whereas she barely spares me a nod when I'm around. Like I'm her dirty little secret.

Right. We are a secret.

But I want to steal her from them. For the first time, I want something just for myself and so badly that I fantasize locking her up in my house and having my way with her.

I grit my teeth, considering violence. For a moment, I just stand there, rubbing my left thumb over my fingertips and the missing phalanges. I could "work" that guy QiShan and tell him that if I ever see him an inch too close to her, his body will wash ashore during the next tide. Guff is harmless, but I can make sure he doesn't have fingers to touch Maddy the way he does.

But I need something else.

I need her to understand that there can't be anyone but me.

And when the two guys leave and she goes back to the medical center, I park my Yamaha at the entrance and stomp inside.

The front desk girl opens her mouth in question, but I dismiss her with a flicker of my fingers and turn into the corridor and follow Maddy, who walks toward the end of it and turns into the bathroom right next to the guest lounge.

It's a private bathroom, but when I pull the door open, it's not locked, and I run right into Maddy, who stands with her back to the sink counter, her hands gripping the edge, her gaze on me.

It smells like flowers and soap. Even the bathrooms at this resort are top-notch.

And Maddy doesn't look all that surprised when she sees me, which makes me even angrier.

She knew I followed her. She is testing my patience.

I lock the door behind me, step up to her, and set my hands on each side of her on the counter.

I bring my face close to hers. "What did I say about other men, Maddy?" I say calmly, though my heart is racing.

She lifts her chin, her pretty lips so dangerously close that I consider disregarding her rule and kissing them.

This is fucking annoying.

"What did you say, Raven? Remind me?"

Her calm demeanor makes me even angrier. I push off the counter and bring my hands to her thighs, slide them up, under her dress, higher yet, until they cup her ass.

"I don't share, Maddy," I murmur, squeezing her sweet behind. "We have rules." I slide my fingers under the hem of her panties. "I told you to behave yourself."

Her lips part in a little gasp at my invasive touch. "Did you?"

"See?" Her lips part wider in a sharp inhale when I pull her toward me. "You are still messing with me."

"Am I?"

This fucking girl…

I slide one hand between us, under her panties, and find her clit.

The revelation stuns me. She is wet. By God, she'd better be wet so quickly for me and not someone she talked to minutes ago.

"Now repeat the new rule of this deal," I say, working my fingers along her slick pussy. "We are not in a relationship, but there are no other men in this equation. Understood?"

She gasps, throwing her head back just a little as she pushes her pussy into my hand.

"I watched you outside with those two," I say.

"I know," she says on an exhale with a little roll of her hips. "You never responded to my text," she says. "Raven," she adds and licks her lips.

I am hard, so fucking hard I can break a table with my hard-on.

And she's so cocky it riles me up.

"Okay," I say.

"Okay what?" she taunts and pushes herself into my hand.

I start nudging my finger in her pussy, slowly, teasing like she does with her words.

She gasps, and there is that mocking smile on her lips. The beautiful witch is messing with me, she knows it, and she's enjoying it.

"No other men," I say, drowning my finger in her juices as I thrust it a little deeper inside her. "No other women."

I step into her with all my weight as I keep fucking her with my finger when she suddenly pushes my hand away.

"There's just a little problem, Raven," she says snappily, fixing her skirt in place.

"A problem?"

"Yes. We had a clear agreement. That you want to be in my bed." Her expression hardens as she locks eyes with me. "And nowhere in that deal did you say that I had to make up for your sexual impotence."

For a second, I feel like I misheard her. "Say that again?"

"I am not a sex therapist, Raven," she says, fixing her dress straps, though there is nothing wrong with them. "If you can't perform, it's not my problem. But I didn't sign up for your little experiments so you can resolve the issue with not being able to get it up."

Are you kidding me?

She gently pushes past me and walks to the door, unlocking it and opening it when my startled mind snaps back into place.

I lunge at her, push the door shut, and lock it again. In a split second, I grab her by her waist and whip her around, stepping into her until her butt hits the counter. In another second, I lift her to seat her on top of it, push her legs open, then step between them and pull her against me.

"Does it feel like I'm incapable?" I hiss, pushing my hard-on against her.

She is playing. She is teasing. And she is making me oh-so fucking angry right now.

She cocks a brow. "It doesn't feel like anything."

"Oh, yeah?" I push into her through my jeans, my hard dick ready to poke a hole in it.

"What is it, Raven?" Her hand slides between us and palms my erection, making me dizzy with want. "You are all talk and no walk. It's suspicious."

I will impale her, I swear.

I reach for my jeans and unbutton them, then undo the zipper, take her hand, and slide it into my jeans.

She palms my erection through my boxers, and both her brows flick up. She leans in and murmurs, "This doesn't prove anything," her lips brushing against my skin, and then—I must have imagined it—licks me with the tip of her tongue.

"No?" I grunt, dragging my lips over her jawline with half-kisses.

"No." Her hands start pushing my jeans and boxers down, and I let her. My own hand slides between her legs again, under the strip of her panties that are completely soaked-soaked-soaked. You could wring those little things out. I can fucking smell her arousal.

My fingers slip over her drenched pussy, and her hand wraps around my hard cock.

"Wasn't this part of the deal?" Her hand starts rubbing my hardness as I push it into her hand harder while my fingers rub her clit.

"It is," I say, both of us slightly grunting.

"Then I want to know what I got in this deal," she says.

And there's no stopping me. Her touch feels too good. Her fingers circle my cockhead, and she practically pulls me by my cock closer and brings it against her center.

I know she is clean. I know she has a contraception implant. I wanna say I planned it like this, but I sure didn't plan on jealousy or anger at her daring to disobey.

"I want you bare," I say, pushing just slightly against her opening. "Say yes. You have an implant. I know it."

"Yes."

"Good."

I thrust inside her in one powerful stroke, burying myself in her almost to the hilt.

She cries out, her mouth open in a gasp.

"You are mine, Maddy," I say, pull out, and thrust into her again. "Just to be clear." I pull out and snap my hips at her, thrusting deep. Feels so fucking good. "While we have this arrangement…" I start upping the pace, and her hands grip my shoulders, and mine grip her thighs, holding her in place. "… you don't touch any other guy." I thrust in faster, unable to hold back the pleasure of being inside her, bare. "You don't even give them an illusion," I grunt, fucking her at an increasing rhythm, "that you are available."

I shift my hand between her legs and start rubbing her clit as I fuck her.

A moan escapes her.

"Is that clear, Maddy baby?"

I understand that I just snapped. I understand that she tricked me into this. The slow sweet torture I planned just went to hell. But I need to feel her close, on my cock. And I needed to see her finally let go, not just letting me but enjoying it. Like she does right now.

I keep my lips against her cheek as I keep thrusting into her wet pussy and circling her clit, then pull back and catch the sight of her face.

No, it's not her body betraying her. Her mind is in this as much as her pussy.

Her eyes are closed. Her thighs fall open wider and wider, taking me in as she clams around my cock.

And then she is coming, orgasming and not hiding it this time. A beautiful moan escapes her. Her arms fly around my shoulders, and she hides her face in the crook of my neck, moaning repeatedly as her hips roll against my fingers and cock.

My hips flex faster at her, snapping into her with the thrusts I can't control anymore. I let my fingers work her until she starts relaxing against me. That's when I grip her hips with both hands and thrust into her one more time, letting my own orgasm take over.

I grunt and flex my hips by reflex, closing my eyes and feeling the tension I've felt for days ease out of me.

And we stay like this for a short while, both panting, her arms around my neck, her face buried between my shoulder and my jaw.

In this brief moment, while I'm still inside her, feeling myself leak into her, all the feelings come rushing over me at once—the want for her, the satisfaction of finally getting it, the bitterness of losing my patience.

We let go of each other at the same time. Like we both know that post-climax cuddling is not what we signed up for.

Our gazes stay locked. A moment ago, she was openly moaning. Now that well-practiced calmness is back as I tuck myself into my jeans while she fixes her panties, still sitting on the counter but drawing her legs closed in pretend modesty.

She is seemingly back in control when she hops off the counter, except for her flushed cheeks and the way she licks her lips.

I step up to her and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, startling her. She freezes as I study her lovely eyes.

"You are such a prize, Maddy," I whisper.

A pretty blush creeps up her cheeks. My Mayflower is beautiful with her post-come flush, and my cock twitches in my jeans again at the sight of it.

"We should probably not leave here together," I say, knowing she doesn't want to be seen with me.

She nods, and in a second, she's gone.

For a while, I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering which part of me she hates the most.

A minute later, I walk out and run right into Dr. Hodges.

"Doc." I nod.

His smile is soft and his eyes over his glasses are curious. "Mr. Levi."

I walk past him, feeling like a teenager getting caught doing something illegal.

Maddy is in the front hall, leaning against the front desk and chatting with the girl. And she's staring me down as I walk past, her eyes boring into me with an intensity I can't quite decipher.

Only when I step outside into the hot, humid evening do I feel angry again.

I snapped. I lost my cool.

I remember the mischievous sparkle in Maddy's eyes as they followed me to the door. I know what it meant.

She knows she made this happen. For a moment, she made me lose my mind. She coaxed me with her little mockery and teasing touch, her delicious body and pretty eyes. I gave in. What do you know? I keep my cool with hardened criminals and arms dealers, but this pretty thing made me tick. And I have a feeling she is capable of a lot more, like finding things in me that are way out of my control.