Page 28 of Pretty Monsters

Soon, the walls of her pussy start to squeeze my cock, and once I'm sure she's coming I let go and spill into the condom. I hold her still as my heart slows down, then pull out and dispose of the condom.

She looks well fucked, but it still won't get her the attention she wants from Ford. Not my problem.

I pull up my pants as she tries to put herself back together. As I move to the door she reaches out and grabs my arm. "Would you like to come home with me? We can have some wine, and–"

"No," I reply.

"Seriously?" she practically screeches.

"I'm not the next guy you can pin your hopes on. This was fun, but it's over."

"Wow, you're a dick," she breathes.

Pausing at the door, I tap on the wood. "But for a little bit you forgot how much you hate Ford."

She nods. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to hate him," she whispers, and turns back to face the mirror.

I take my chance to escape, and realize I'm not going to be able to fuck Raven out of my head either.

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It's latewhen I return to the apartment. Lucien is sleeping on the couch bed, snoring as he usually does. Raven isn't next to him, and I grit my teeth fearing the situation I'm returning to.

The floor creaks and he becomes instantly awake. "You're back," he says when he realizes it's me.

"Yeah, why are you out here?" Please don't tell me I'm sharing a bed with Raven.

He scratches his head, making his dark hair stand up in multiple directions. "Uh, yeah. She moved in her sleep, and I freaked. Pinned her to the bed and nearly choked her before I remembered where I was."

Shit. I forgot about his nightmares. We both have them, but where she calmed mine, apparently she triggered his.

I nod. No argument I can make will change the fact he is a danger to her when he's sleeping.

Too tired to shower, even though I should, I head to the bedroom. Raven seems small under the blankets, curled up on her side, her long, dark hair fanned across her pillows.

Trying not to wake her, I take off my shoes, and pants to sleep in my t-shirt and boxers. If I'd planned better I would have made sure to have pajamas, but my go bag was made before I even knew she existed.

Pulling back the covers, I try to leave room between us, but she wakes as soon as the bed dips under my weight. Still half asleep she rolls closer to me.

She's as drawn to me as I am to her, and that's part of the problem. If I don't push her away she'll fall into my arms, and she deserves so much more than to be held by hands covered in blood.

"You smell funny," she murmurs. "Is that, perfume?"

"Go back to sleep, Raven," I grumble, my voice rough.

"Oh my god. That's where you went, to find a woman?"

I don't want to hurt her, but this is a sting compared to if I let this thing between us grow. "Yes. I needed to blow off steam, and the perfect way to do that was to find someone to blow me."

"You're a dick," she mutters.

"I've been told that before. Today actually."

She's hurt, and I hate it, but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes when she watches me is torture. Killing that feeling is the only way I know how to handle this. It is, after all, what I do.

Raven has a spine of steel though, despite her youth and inexperience. She grabs her pillow and one of the blankets and storms off.

"Where do you think you're going?" I demand.

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