Page 41 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One

Clarissa sighs and moves her face, now directly in line with my dick. I pump harder, imagining her mouth wide open while I plow the back of her throat. The image of her sucking me off is so potent that I come right there, still clutching her black cotton panties in my free hand.

My fingertip brushes the head of my cock as I collect some of my cum and drip it onto her slightly open mouth. I know I should be careful. She could wake up screaming and ruin all my plans, but the need to mark her, to leave her with my scent, overpowers me, making me lose all reason. I don’t care because this little raven was mine from the moment she stepped into my club.

Chapter 4

CLARISSA

I’ve been feeling off all week as if I should watch my back. Between school and helping my best friend Emily move her stuff out of her abusive ex-boyfriend’s apartment, life has taken its toll on me.

These are the moments I wish I had someone to lean on. A mom to go home to, a dad to tell me it will all get better. The only person I have who knows me is Emily, and she’s now hundreds of miles away in Utah, trying to put distance between herself and Roy.

My aching back makes me want to scream as I haul myself out of bed. I remember Roy’s rage. He wasn’t supposed to be home when we were clearing out, but like any good abuser, they never keep to their promises and can’t resist the opportunity to take one more shot at their victim. If I have to endure a little pain from lugging my best friend’s belongings to her car so she can finally be free of that lunatic, so be it.

I walk over to get a cup of coffee started when my buzzer goes off. I have no clue who could be here to see me at the ass-crack of dawn. I glance at my barely there tank top and panties, shuffling into a pair of jeans and a green sweater lying by the bed.

I open my apartment door as a delivery guy shows up with bags of groceries. I can’t remember the last time I saw so much food.

“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong address.”

“Clarissa Roberts?” the man asks, looking at a delivery form.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Then I’ve got the right person.”

I give him a tip, but he waves it off. “No need. It’s already been taken care of.”

I imagine who would have sent me such a generous gift as I bring the bags in. Other than Emily, no one else would think of me, let alone fill my fridge with groceries.

I unpack the bags containing meat, vegetables, fruit, and chocolate. There’s everything I could dream of. When my hand hits the bottom of the bag, I pull out a white envelope.I open it slowly and pull out a pretty white card.

Clarissa, I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a little of everything. If you need anything else, use the number I gave you.

I glide my fingertips along the card. Vance is hard, and from what I saw, scary as hell. I don’t know what he wants from me, but I’m curious to find out. Hopefully, it won’t be the biggest mistake of my life.

Chapter 5

VANCE

“You ever leaving your car?” Enzo asks over the speakerphone.

“I will once I collect what’s mine.”

“She isn’t going anywhere. There’s shit that needs your attention at the club.”

I let out a sigh. “I’m sure you’re more than capable of taking care of it.”

Enzo is a scary motherfucker. No one messes with him and expects to live. We came up together. I trust him more than my childhood best friend. Tristan doesn’t know what I am, but Enzo knows the face of my monster because he’s one, too.

“You’re fuckin’ obsessed, man. Nothin’ will happen to her if you leave for a few hours.”

“I’m not riskin’ it. Take care of whatever needs to be taken care of.”

I look up at Clarissa’s apartment to see her leaving. She’s wearing high heels and a short black dress that looks like it’s covered in feathers. She even looks like a raven. A fucking hot one.

I watch as she gets into the backseat of a car. Good. It’s not a date. I don’t have to kill the poor fucker driving. It’s probably an Uber or Lift.

I start the car and follow her. I’m not sure where she’s heading at ten at night, but there’s no way I’m leaving her alone. Plenty of men prey on women. I know exactly who they are. My world is full of them. Anyone touches a hair on my raven’s head, and they’ll have me to deal with. I’m not the type of man you want knocking at your door.