Page 59 of Sins of Seduction
My pretty little Raven
Have you made yet another one of his loyal subjects
Fall from grace
With promises
Whispered off of your wicked lips?
My pretty little Raven
All they do is covet you
They believe a Goddess has blessed them
So they fall to their knees
And pray to the idea of you.
My pretty little Raven
When they learn the truth about you
They’ll be at your door with pitchforks and torches
Screaming the devil came and claimed them.
My pretty little Raven
They will be the least of your problems
I’ll make you bleed before
I let them turn you to ash.
Cruz leaned over the bathroom sink. His fingertips wrapped around the wood vanity in a punishing grip, and his sharp breaths echoed around him. He’d rinsed his mouth out after he cleaned his dick—desperate to chase the taste of Raven from his senses. But even using the mouthwash that had been left in the bathroom hadn’t been enough to replace the sweetness that coated his tongue. It felt like she had branded him, making him desperate to go back out there to find her and finish what she started, what they probably both started from the moment they met.
“What are you doing?” His voice sounded pained, especially in the quiet of the bathroom. The sounds of the party had disappeared the moment he closed the door behind him, bathing him in a darkness that only let his eyes remain focused on the image of Jax wrapped around Raven, while Cruz had his hands on her as well with the taste of her on his lips.
He fucked that woman’s mouth all the while wishing it had been Raven’s mouth wrapped around him. He’d cum quick when he kept his gaze on Raven, enjoying the flush that coated her skin and the need she had to play with herself while Jax feasted on someone else and Cruz let a random person suck his dick. She’d been a siren—a little devil dressed as an angel goading him to take what he thought he shouldn’t have.
The fact that Jax sat back and let the torment happen unnerved Cruz. He couldn’t believe his friend had been okay with it happening, but a part of Cruz wasn’t surprised by it either. Jax had secretly loved the way men and women watched Raven with desire in their eyes that was quickly replaced with envy when she kissed Jax. He enjoyed knowing they coveted what belonged to him.
In the loneliness of the bathroom, Cruz allowed himself to be truthful. Jax being here and being open to letting Raven experience pleasures at the hands of someone else was starting to make sense the more Cruz thought about it.
But did it make sense for Cruz to entertain the idea of experiencing her as well?
Cruz’s breathing slowly evened out, but he kept his grip on the sink. He wasn’t prepared to walk out of this bathroom. He feared his feet—his body—would lead him down whatever path Raven left for him. He knew that path was filled with naked bodies, orgasms, and a shattering of the life he thought he knew.
He was a hypocrite.
How many times had Cruz given Jax and Raven shit for how Raven chose to find her pleasure? And here he was partaking in the same.
Because I wanted it.
Cruz ignored the voice in his head, wondering how long he could stay in the bathroom away from the temptation that was this party and Raven. There were other bathrooms here, maybe he could hole up until it was time to leave—till he knew Raven and Jax had gone home for the night.
He wasn’t ready to go down this path that had been laid out before him. He knew the second he let the darkness of that path welcome him in, he’d never be the same again.
