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Enzo sidles next to me, and we walk into the restaurant. He doesn’t wait for the hostess to find us a seat, he simply continues walking through the dining room to the back where there’s a private room. Figures the mob would have a standing reservation for a private room in what appears to be a popular destination for Italian cuisine. I’d even go so far as to bet it’s the best place in town.
“Do you really not know where Vander is?” I ask my brother. I’m not sure why my heart feels so heavy not knowing where my men are, I should be happy to have some space. I miss them, and I hate it.
“Not a clue. It’s not like we put trackers on them or anything.” Enzo lets out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, Sorella, he can take care of himself. Let’s get some dinner and head back to our place for the night. You can worry about your men tomorrow.”
That’s easy enough for him to say, but the unrest is burning within me. I don’t have my phone and this is the longest I’ve been away from any of them in a long time. Who knows what kind of trouble they could be getting themselves into. Lord knows they aren’t the most innocent of men.
A thrill of excitement rushes through me when I wake up to the sound of buzzing and a prickle on my back.
Ravenmaster found me.
I don’t know how he did it but he did, and all the stored up anger is suddenly gone. I don’t show any signs of being awake, opting to lay here, enjoying the touch of his hands on my smooth skin, the sensation of the needle repetitively injecting the ink into whatever design he’s adding to my ravens.
I’ve never missed anyone a day in my life, but having Ravenmaster here with me right now, feels like something missing inside has finally come home. A tension straining against me, keeping me from relaxing is now released.
Sensing I’m suddenly more relaxed than before, he trails a fingertip along my spine. It sends shivers throughout my body, and he lets out a gentle sigh with my response. I almost get a sense he was worried I wouldn’t have a reaction to his touch.
We continue on in silence for a while, only the sound of the tattoo gun filling the air around us. There’s a peacefulness surrounding the moment, both of us enjoying the presence of the other. It’s almost as if we both fear a break in silence will result in all my anger rushing back.
He continues on with his work, every so often giving me a caress or soft brush of his lips. But eventually, that same smooth voice I’ve been dreaming about sounds in my ears. “I haven’t heard from you today, Raven.” There’s a strain in his voice, something that hasn’t been there before. It’s as if he’s been experiencing some kind of upheaval with not hearing from me, which really doesn’t seem like the type of reaction I’ve grown to expect from my stalker.
On the other hand, I didn’t reply to his text messages I received in the limo. He does get rather cranky when I ignore him. He’s hypocritical that way. I want to reply to him, but I don’t have the energy to do it. My limbs are so heavy as if filled with metal, and my mouth is stuffed with cotton. He’s probably drugged me with something that is strong enough to keep me docile but not enough to completely knock me out.
“I wasn’t able to do my normal… let’s call it surveillance, today. So I really don’t know how things went for you, and I’d love to hear all about it later. But for now, I wanted to tell you a few things once I knew I wouldn’t be interrupted.” I can almost hear the grimace he gives in his voice.
He moves the needle to a new spot on my back continuing his work of adding my trophies to the others. “It came to my attention today that I might have overlooked something crucial. And as much as I’ve realized the mistake of my ways, for some reason I still can’t completely correct my behavior. I’ve kept secrets from you for way too long, but now it feels like I’m addicted to it. Just know, I’ll do everything in my power to win back your trust.”
The softness of his hand glides down my side before lifting to my cheek where his thumb soothes back and forth. His lips brush against the back of my head in a gentle kiss. “I can’t survive without you. My heart belongs to you even if it doesn’t know how to work.”
It’s silent for a long time after he stops speaking. Once again the only sound is the needle buzzing and I can’t help but wonder how no one else in the house has heard it in the dead of night. Is he so skillful that he drugged everybody before coming in here, or are they simply unable to hear it?
Either way, he works on the new ravens for quite a while, he does have several to catch up on after all. When he’s done he cleans my back, tracing his finger around each area he tattooed. It brings attention to how sensitive my skin is there. His touch paired with the pain of being tattooed sends a pulse directly to my clit. Somehow there’s enough strength in my legs to press together in an attempt to dispel the growing ache.
He lays next to me, his clothed body pressing against my naked form. I should be upset with him always stripping me bare, but I’m not. I enjoy every morsel of his attention, especially when he’s worshiping my body. His lips brush against my shoulder and he presses several kisses before giving me a nip.
“How about one of my sexy games today? You still enjoy those, right?” he whispers directly behind my ear, the breath from each word hitting me just right. Goosebumps rise along my body from the sensation. Of course I still can’t answer, but I would have said yes, and he knows it.
Ravenmaster
There’s a small pop when I open the bottle of lube, and I don’t waste any time covering two of my fingers. One thing I know for certain is that she loves my games. Especially when they end up turning her on. It’s step one in my plan of making sure she doesn’t give up on us. Plus, it’s always a good idea to butter up your woman with a few orgasms.
My fingers trail down her crack going straight for her asshole. “I love your ass,” I lament, shifting down her body until I’m straddling her legs. I rim the tight ring of muscle, teasing her with my touch, getting her ready to easily accept me. As my finger slips inside, she lets out the barest of moans unable to use her voice for more than guttural sounds.
“You like that, Raven?” I slide the finger to my knuckle, and draw it out, prepping her to take my newest toy. I already had it ready, and brought it with me. I didn’t think I’d be using it so soon. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
To make sure she isn’t uncomfortable when I insert the toy, I go ahead and add a second finger. Working them in and out until her breathing becomes uneven. Indecision wars within me. Should I give her some orgasms now, or save it all for later? To tease or not to tease, that is the question.
She won’t be able to give me any of the sounds I’m desperate to hear. All the moans, gasps, shudders, and screams are prevented due to the injection I gave her. And let’s face it, I can be a sadistic fuck.
Removing my fingers, I cover the plug with lube and place it against her tight hole. She loved the egg so much, I’ve decided to give her the anal version. I know she’ll enjoy this one as much, if not more.
I rub the tip against her hole and dip it inside the tiniest amount. I do it over and over, each time adding a little more until I reach the widest point. Once I get it in position, I leave it there and twist it around, enjoying her gasping, ragged breaths.
When I push it past the widest point, it sinks all the way to the flared base. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I wish I could hear the sounds she’d be giving me if the drugs weren’t preventing her.
Leaning forward, I kiss her butt cheek before nipping it with a hard bite, leaving teeth marks on her pale skin. My cock jumps at the sight of the marks paired with the new set of tattoos. Nothing gets me harder than permanently leaving behind a piece of myself on her.
As if it has a mind of its own, my hand reaches out to trace the tattoos once more. I’m obsessed with them, and it’s something I never planned to do ahead of time. Not until she started obsessing over that fucking watch. I couldn’t stand the attention she gave to it. Not when I wanted that attention for myself. So I gave her the tattoos instead, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. Watching her study them in the mirror creates a pride I’ve never experienced with anything else I’ve done.
