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MADDY

What happened yesterday with the attackers kept me unnerved the entire evening and night.

Of course, Archer called to check in with his usual, “This is a complication,” “I’m sorry,” “We all need to get together, you, me, and Raven, and talk about it.”

But I can’t. I won’t. It’s too early. I’m dreading this meeting that he keeps insisting on, because I know what that means for Raven and me.

I stayed awake almost the entire night, reliving the attack. Archer sent an update that the attackers were transported to Port Mrei hospital.

It’s not the sudden violence that sent me into a quiet shock but the realization that they weren’t after Raven. It had something to do with me being who I am. It’s only a matter of time until my false identity crumbles and everything comes crashing down onto Ayana. Including my father.

Tonight is not about yesterday, though.

Tonight is not even about me showing Raven my real self, though hell, I haven’t seen the real Milena in a while either.

I love the way Raven’s gaze roams my body. The surprise on his face he couldn’t hide when I started dancing. The way his body tensed up. How hard he got watching me strip for him, so distracted that he forgot that he is the one who always tells me what I want, what I need to do, and how he makes me feel.

No, tonight isn’t about showing him the real Milena but making him lose control.

After all, I want to see the real Raven, too, and up until tonight, he’s only given me little pieces of himself.

I tease him as I sit between his legs, his cock in my hand, his toned torso naked, his arms bound. It’s a powerful sight, and I love how he swallows every naked bit of me.

I love my body. I used to love being naked in front of men. And I never shied away from telling them and showing them what I wanted.

With Raven, it required several drinks just to calm my nerves. But I can handle him. And I want to see him submit to whatever I want to do to him.

I enjoy seeing the little twitches in Raven’s body. The tension in his thighs when I stroke his cock. The unmistakable grunts when I lean in and lick his tip. The shivers across his body when I apply the feather-like touch to the sensitive slit. I can do this for hours if he lets me.

I run a hand along the center of his torso again. He flicks his eyes at me. When I touch him so gently, his body tenses up.

He tenses again when I slowly brush my hands between his legs, barely touching his privates. His jaw clenches.

I knew that he wouldn’t let me take my time. As much as he boasts of self-control, he prefers to be in charge.

I watch his hands easily disengage my lace binds. He sits up and leans over to cup my face.

"That's not how it's going to play out, beautiful girl,” he says.

For a moment, I wish he kissed me despite the rules we’ve established.

He doesn’t. In seconds, he flips me onto my back and gets on his knees between my legs.

Slowly, he lifts my right leg, takes my shoe off, and tosses it aside. Then does the same to the other one.

His cock bounces in the air, hard and perfect, leaking too, because I brought him too close to the edge.

But I know my game is over. He seems to have different plans.

He lowers himself onto me. “This deal is about pleasing you, Maddy.”

He starts rubbing his cock on my pussy, but in a hot second, he pulls away and comes all over the sheets. Just a little grunt and a satisfied smirk accompany his orgasm.

See? Impatient.

"Your little naked body is doing wicked things to me,” he murmurs. “Where were we…?”

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