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And it was beautiful. He was so damn masculine when he came, a grunted roar shot out of his throat. “Raven!” He shook until he was empty and damn near collapsed on top of me, but at the last minute he picked me up and carried us both up the ladder and to the bed. He kissed me deeply before pulling back with a satisfied smile. “If you have any other questions, I’m happy to answer them for you.”

Do you love me? It was a question I would never ask, not in a million years. But I desperately wanted to know the answer.

Chapter Eighteen

Hades

What the fuck is going on with me? I must’ve asked myself that question no less than fifty times since I fucked Raven in the kitchen. Hell, if I’m being honest, I asked myself that question every damn day for the past three days. I couldn’t get enough of Raven, and I fucked her every chance I got, which was nonstop after nearly a week straight of rain.

I took her on every surface in this tiny house, in every position and as many times as I could. And she was just as insatiable, waking me up with my cock in her mouth or begging me to fuck her when my dirty talk got to her too much. God, the way she begged was forever etched into my memory and I knew I’d pull it out often.

Like now, the sound of her begging. “Please, Hades, I need to come. Please make me come. Now!” It played on a loop while I attempted to recreate that delicious as fuck grilled cheese she made after we spent the whole damn afternoon in bed. “Goddammit,” I growled when I burned the last slices of another loaf of bread.

“You’ll get it. Eventually,” she teased and pressed a kiss to the center of my back. “And if not, well at least you’re hot.”

I snorted a laugh and spun around, hooking one arm around her waist. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“No,” she laughed, flinging one arm and then the other over my shoulders. “I know I am.”

I loved it when she was confident and sassy. It was the same Raven from before. Before I knew about her past and the crazy as fuck Russians entered our lives. A different set of crazy ass Russians, which was crazy enough, but this was the Raven I knew and loved. “You’re all right,” I joked. “But at least you’re hot.”

“Me?” She shook her head. “I’m cute on a good day, but definitely not hot.”

“Bullshit,” I shot back, almost angry. “You’re gorgeous from these big brown eyes down to your sexy plump lips and these perfect tits.” My hands held her waist. “This body, fit and curvy and beautiful.” I kissed her forehead. “Every inch of you is hot. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.”

She shook her head, but every exposed inch of her skin pinkened into a beautiful blush. “Hades.” She pushed up on her toes and kissed me, but it was short lived as the lights flickered several times before the power cut completely, thrusting us into darkness and silence.

“Shit.” I gripped her shoulders to make sure she was okay. “You good?”

She nodded but the breath she released was shaky and filled with terror. “Yep.”

That was a lie, but I didn’t call her out on it. “Come on, the breaker box is at the back of the house.” I felt her right on my heels, silent but somehow still tense as fuck. Neither of us said anything as we stepped outside to check the circuits.

I checked the box, but everything seemed okay. “Nothing is fucking tripped.” That didn’t make sense. “Stay here, I’m going to check the generator.”

“Where is it?”

“On the side of the house.”

“I’ll go with you,” she insisted, giving my back a small shove.

I didn’t argue, just gripped her wrist and pulled her behind me to the generator, using the burner phone flashlight to check the old as fuck generator.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” she asked with a trembling voice.

“The fuel line has been cut.”

“On purpose?”

“Yeah.” My jaw was clenched tight and my heart rate kicked up. “Get inside the house. Now.”

Raven heard the seriousness in my tone, and she didn’t argue or give me some smart ass comment. She hauled ass around the house and slipped into the back door with a sigh. “Someone cut that line,” she whispered. “Which means they’re here.” She froze as if she’d only just now heard her words. “Shit, they’re here!”

Yeah, they’re here.

I drew my gun as I checked downstairs. No one had snuck it while we were checking the generator. After locking the door I checked all the windows to make sure they were locked, and then I climbed the ladder where I found Raven sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed with my guns surrounding her. “You’re okay, Raven.”