Maybe if he had he’d have known his daughter was fuckin’ the man who raised me. Since the day I found out, I haven’t spoken to him. Nor my mom. She took his side in the matter, more worried about living comfortably than the fact he was having an affair.
Because of that I’d never cheat on a woman. It’s why I haven’t been in a relationship since I divorced Rissa. I refused to put up with another bitch doing what she did. It’s hard to find a woman who isn’t out for either your title or money.
Been burned once already, I wasn’t intending to do it again.
Then why marry Raven.
I’m pleading temporary insanity. That or the fact Ela’s words swam in my head and I wanted Raven to be mine once and for all.
As the door to the bathroom opens down the hall, I sit up and wait for my bird to walk in the room. I know she’s goin’ to be pissed. We’d both been pretty drunk last night. Her more than me and I’m not about to be sorry for tricking her into marrying me.
Raven’s screams of pleasure last night still fill my head. My cock hardens, twitching against the gray sheets.
That’s another thing about her that surprised me. Raven doesn’t do the whole girly colors. No, she’s more of a gray and black girl. Other than the majestic purple in her eyes and the color of the tattoos she has, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in any other colors.
“Good morning wife,” I grin at the look of fury on her face.
Yeah, she’s pissed.
“What the fuck did you do?” she snaps crossing her arms over her naked breasts, unashamed of covering her body.
I love the fact she’s standing there as if she were used to standing naked in front of someone.
The first time I’d fucked her we’d been at the clubhouse. By morning she’d left, and I’d been okay with it. Or so I thought. Every time I had one of the clubwhores suck my dick or I’d fuck them, I’d envisioned they were Raven.
Fucked up, I know, but what can I say, I’m an asshole and I’ll own that shit to the day I fuckin’ die.
“I’d think it was obvious, Birdy. I made you mine,” I chuckle.
“This is not a laughing matter Blaze; we can’t be married. Hell, I don’t even remember everything that fuckin’ happened last night,” she states.
“I’m not laughing, Ray. I take my marriage to you seriously. Now that you're mine, I know you won’t be going off with some pussy ass motherfucker when I’m not with you,” I grumble throwing the sheet off my body and stand.
“You do what? Yeah nope not happening. We’re not doing this. You can’t seem to keep it in your pants longer than two seconds. I'm not about to be your wife or anything else,” she rants, glaring at me.
“Ouch baby that hurt. You think so little of me,” I smirk, bringing a hand to my chest as if she’d hit me or something.
“Don’t test me Blaze,” she mutters, turning away from me as I start to head in her direction.
“I’m not testing you Birdy. In fact, I’m about to explain a few things to make my intentions quite clear in what we’re doing here.” Reaching out, I grab her arm and spin her back to face me. I pull her into my arms, locking her to my body.
I can’t wait to sink my cock back into her tight body. Last night when we’d gotten here, she’d attacked me like the wild bird I know she can be. The marks on my back can still be felt and I want more.
Raven lifts her head to meet my gaze, “There’s nothing to be made clear. It’s obvious what’s happening here,” she says grabbing my cock in her hand.
“Oh, we’ll be getting to that again very soon. First though.” Lifting Raven up in my arms I drop her on the bed before climbing up over her settling in between her legs. “We’re going to straighten a few things out. One: I made you mine because I wanted you to be. I told you last night I was done with the games. Two: Now that we’re married, I’d never cheat on you. Even if we weren’t married but we were together I wouldn’t have. I take our marriage seriously. That’s the last time I’m saying that. Three: I can’t handle not being inside you anymore,” I growl as I slide slowly into her, sinking all the way to the hilt.
“Blaze,” she moans, arching her back.
“Birdy, when you have my cock in you the only name you call out is my real name. The name of the man you married. The one who swore to cherish you for who you are,” I rasp, slowly thrusting into her tight pussy.
“I don’t know what it is,” she gasps as I hit just the right spot. “I don’t even know our last name.”
“Liam, and our names are Liam and Raven Morgan,” I say, dropping my mouth to capture hers right before I begin to thrust harder.
Talking can wait. I need to show her in a way I know she’d understand. Her body knows who it belongs to and what it wants. Even her heart.
It’s just a matter of getting her mind on board with the program. She’s a hard woman to get through to and I plan to be deep under her skin.
And what she doesn’t realize and neither did I until after I thought about Ela’s words. Raven has marked me the same as I had my mark put on her. Only hers can’t be seen by the naked eye.
At least not yet.
My Little Bird has put her mark under my skin, and I intend to soon have her wings on display.
Chapter Three
Raven
Damn that was fuckin’ amazing. But oh, so wrong.
Your married to him, there’s nothing wrong about letting him fuck you senseless.
Laying with my head on his chest I savor the moment of being in his arms. I never knew it could feel this good to experience something this intimate.
All the times I’d had sex in my life it was just that. Sex. Two people seeking what they needed. This though was different. It was as if I could feel his emotions seeping into my pores.
I’ve inherited some of my mother’s gifts, but I try not to use them by blocking my mind. It makes me feel like I’m a freak of nature even if it’s nothing like that. To be able to help those around you is amazing, unfortunately for me it can be a curse in my line of work.
By day I work in a veterinarian hospital, by night I’m on my stomach lying in wait, looking through my scope. My work is never done and feeling the emotions of the ones I’m about to kill is not something an assassin wants to feel.
However ever since my best friend and partner, Vicky had her son, Jamie, I guess you can say the two of us have all but retired from our occupations. Tracker refuses to let her out of his sight, the same goes for Jamie. He’s a little overprotective. She hasn’t even gone back to managing the strip club she’d been working at. If I didn’t have to deal with skanky ass bitches like the ones who work in the establishment, I wouldn’t mind being there. Unfortunately, the place is full of them.
Two of those said skanks kept trying to cause problems for Vicky when it came to her husband. It’s insane to even say she’s married. They hadn’t wasted any time in getting married and now I’m fuckin’ married as well.
Oh shit, Vicky is going to blow a gasket when she hears this.
Don’t forget your papa and brother.