Page 106 of Midnights
I've learned a few things about Raven tonight. She's playful when she lets her guard down. And she’s the single biggest test of my self-control I’ve ever fucking encountered.
Who would’ve guessed that washing dishes would be the thing to finally pull that side of her out? Certainly not me.
I exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over my jaw.
I wasn’t planning on doing anything. I told myself I’d behave. But then she looked at me like that, all fire and defiance. And then she ran.
God help me. The thoughts that flashed through my head were not those of a man trying to keep his distance.
I’d like to think I'm a gentleman, but even I have my limits. This entire situation has my cock so hard it's almost painful. What I wouldn't give to just bend her over the counter.
I groan, running a hand through my hair, forcing myself to shut it down.
My phone pings from the nightstand.
Saved by the fucking bell.
Just another night of frustration, and another raging case of blue balls. At this point, not even a cold shower can fix this.
I grab my phone, and see a notification from the security system. What the fuck?
My irritation sharpens while I pull up the live feed and scroll to the most recent footage.
“Well, well, well,” I mutter under my breath.
The screen flickers, and I see Raven slipping out of the house. Clever girl. She didn’t make a sound. Didn’t even set off a single alarm beyond the initial door trigger. What’s even more impressive is that she used the greenhouse door to go outside. Not the most direct route, but it’s discreet.
So, the little princess has a rebellious streak after all.
Very interesting.
The part that really gets me, though, is that I didn’t fucking notice. I should’ve caught her. I should've known the second she moved. And why thefuckdidn’t the alarms go off?
I was too busy picturing all the ways I’d ruin her. Too busy imagining how she’d feel wrapped around me… thinking about all the sounds she’d make when she screamed my name.
And the whole time I was busy doing that, she was slipping right out the back door. I grip my phone tighter, as I force myself to think past my own fucking distraction.
The real question is… where the hell is she going? Especially in this weather. Curiosity gnaws at me, and I can't ignore the feeling growing in my chest.
My security team mentioned that there was a breach when the storm rolled in, and I already knew tonight wasn’t going to be a quiet one. Something happened, something we haven’t quite figured out yet, and that has me on edge.
And now she’s out in the dark, in the middle of a storm? Yeah, no. Not happening.
I grab my shoes without another thought. I’m trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, assuming she’s at least got some sense not to wander too far. But rational thinking clearly went out the window the second she decided to sneak out in the middle of the goddamn night.
I know every twist and turn of this place like the back of my hand. I could navigate it blindfolded.
Raven, on the other hand, has no idea what she’s walking into. Not because of the terrain, but because of what happened earlier. I doubt anyone’s still out there, but I’ve also never had a security breach before.
I should’ve just taken them home, but I thought this was the safer option. Muttering a curse under my breath, I step outside into the cold air, and it hits me like a slap to the face.
Where would she go?
The only place that makes sense is the woods. She was obsessed with them earlier, and she probably convinced herself she was just taking a harmless stroll.
Stepping off the porch, my boots sink into a puddle of thick mud. I grit my teeth, already regretting this.
“When I find you…” I mutter under my breath, cutting myself off.
