Page 34 of Fractured

Fucking hell. The men in my life and their punishments.

Ravenmaster: Remove your hands and get off my cock, Raven. No touching yourself tonight. I’ll know if you do.

If I thought it would change his mind, I’d protest, but something tells me it would only earn me an even worse punishment. The moment I’m off the cock, I reach for the towel, drying my fingers on it and covering myself from his viewing pleasure. No orgasms for me, no hot body for him. Suddenly I remember my shoes weren’t in the bathroom where I left them. “I want my shoes back,” I tell him with annoyance.

Ravenmaster: We’ve discussed not having souvenirs. Don’t tell me you want to break another rule already?

What the fuck is he talking about? “It’s not a souvenir. They're my shoes and there wasn’t anything on them!”

Ravenmaster: How sure of that are you? Would you want to make a bet on it?

Well, not when he says it like that… I shake my head and a photo comes through. It’s zoomed in, but there is the tiniest speck of blood. God damn it. I reach for my phone and slam the screen down onto the nightstand, then place the suction cup portion over the back camera so he can’t see anything. The dildo doesn’t stick to the phone, but it does its intended job. I hope he gets my hidden insult.

thirteen

“Raven. Raven, wake up! What the hell is wrong with you?” The gruff voice is insistent and paired with a vice-like hold, shaking my shoulder.

My mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, a clear sign I haven’t been drinking enough water, but it’s also paired with the same grogginess from yesterday. Something is fucking with my sleep. My limbs are slow to move when I try to push away the hand shaking me. “Stop!” I moan.

“About damn time you woke up. We need to talk,” Vander tells me. Why is he in my room waking me up? I let out a deep breath, blinking the heavy pull of sleep from my eyes. As I push myself into a sitting position, the blurriness clears and Vander stands before me with his arms crossed.

The fire across my back is even more intense than yesterday, but I don’t get a moment to investigate why. “What happened last night?” he questions with a hint of accusation.

“What are you talking about?” My mind immediately goes to the show I performed for my stalker, but there’s no way he could know about that.

“One moment you're changing, and the next you’re in the car covered in blood. In between, you decided your safety meant nothing, and you chose to put yourself in danger.” He grips my jaw and tilts my head up. “Then you put yourself in even more danger by not telling me right away so I could protect you. The body was gone by the time I got back. All the evidence was removed. Now I want to know what the fuck happened. If the police found it, then it would have been swarming with detectives and forensic analysts. Spill,” he commands, leaving no room for arguments.

He leans closer until our noses are almost touching. “Who else did you tell?”

Well, this is unexpected. It shouldn’t be, I should have anticipated he’d ask me. But when my stalker sent the picture of the pimp being disposed of, I didn’t have much time to think through the fact that it meant the body wouldn’t be there when Vander went for it. It’s amazing just how quickly my stalker gets things done.

The fingers holding onto my chin tighten into a bruising hold. “Uhh… Well, you see… I didn’t tell anyone.” I know it’s pointless, but I give Vander a smile anyway just in case I’m wrong and it distracts him.

“Oh, really? Then pray tell, how did they find out?” Yeah, I knew he would see right through the smile. His breath tickles my lips and I give them a lick to rid them of the sensation. Vander glances down at the movement and his eyes narrow. I bet he thinks I did that on purpose. Truth be told, I would have if I’d thought of it.

“They saw me do it?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“So some random person watched you murder a low life pimp and said to themselves, ‘Hey, I think I’ll cover up this murder. She looks like a sweet, innocent angel.’ I don’t think so. Try again, Remi.” Vander’s hand slips down to my throat in a silent threat.

“I didn’t say they were a random person,” I argue. I’m being difficult on purpose, but I can’t help it. He brings out my argumentative side. It’s too much fun watching the anger flicker in his eyes like the flames of a bonfire.

“Then who was it?” He’s leaning over me now, with one knee on the bed. My spine arches so there’s less strain on my neck from tilting it back.

I slide my hands up his chest, wishing he wasn’t wearing the tight t-shirt, but still enjoying the muscles rippling underneath. “If I tell you, will you give me a reward?”

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll cockblock you so hard you won’t get laid for the next ten years.” He leans over me even more to the point I’m laying down on my pillow now. There’s nowhere else for me to go.

“Well, that’s no fun,” I pout.

“I’m not here to help you have fun, I’m here to protect you. Suddenly it seems like it’s your life mission to make my job impossible,” he growls as his lips brush against my own. He shifts and slides his leg until his knee is pressed against my cunt. Holy hell. It’s almost impossible not to rub myself against him like a bitch in heat. His hand squeezes, and he gazes deep into my eyes. “Tell me, you little slut.”

My cunt squeezes around nothing and my panties have a growing wet spot. His free hand lands on my hip holding me down as his body hovers just over mine. With a command like that, how can I not give him what he wants? I lick my lips to try and bring some moisture back to them before answering. “I don’t know who he is, but he’s kinda been stalking me?” My voice turns into a question at the end. I’m not sure why…

He clenches his jaw and searches my face for any signs of deception. His hand slides under my silk cami until it’s resting on the curve of my waist. “You have a stalker and haven’t told me?” Using his thumb, he turns my head to the side and runs his open lips along the column of my neck. “Tell me why you didn’t, Remi.”

I close my eyes and try to regain control over my breathing. The way he’s teasing my body is sending my mind into a tailspin. “Because I don’t want you to get rid of him. He brings me amusement,” I finally answer. Bringing my knee up, I wrap my leg around his waist and he allows me to draw his body closer until the space between us disappears. His hard cock presses against me and I have to bite my lip to hold the moan in.

“Oh, Raven,” he admonishes. “Did you become obsessed with the man who made you his own obsession? Is your cunt so greedy it needs to be filled with a faceless man who you don’t even know? First Grayson, then Jasper. I bet you’ve already thought about fucking the nerd, and I have you all hot for my cock too. Such a whore you’ve become, Remi. How will you ever handle so much cock?”

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