Chapter 31: side

LUCA

Pulling up to the Brooks mansion, I park my car at the front door, knowing I’ll be leaving soon. I’m only here to pick up Raven and take her to meet with Marco, Adiv, Dove, and Nero. Marco wants to have some sort of last hurrah before the wedding, but Raven said she’d only do it if Dove got to come.

Nero managed to weasel his way in because he’s acting as Dove’s bodyguard tonight. I reckon Adiv got an invite through either Dove or Raven. I happen to believe that Raven knows now of Dove and Adiv and she convinced Micro that Adiv should come too, but I’m not sure if that’s correct.

I head in the house, stopping by Cain’s office to see that the door is closed. He’s either not home or is in some sort of meeting, so I take it upon myself to nod at the guard I recognize perched outside of it and continue on down the hall.

As I pass by the patio, a sound causes me to turn towards the glass doors that overlook the garden. There’s a massive black crow that sits atop one of the chair backs, staring at me. It cocks its head and proceeds to release a loud caw! while staring directly at me.

I smack a hand to the glass in an attempt to scare it away, but it doesn’t even flinch.

I walk to Raven’s room, observing as she’s finishing applying some makeup to her eyes. She’s still dressed in comfortable clothes—joggers and a loose-fitting shirt—but when she hears me close the door as I step inside, she turns to face me.

“Hey,” she smiles. “I’m almost done.”

She heads into her walk-in closet and I follow, stopping to lean my shoulder against the casing of the door. By the time I’ve done so, she’s already undressed and almost naked, bending over to shimmy a dress up her legs—her luscious ass in my direct line of sight, not at all covered in a skimpy thong. She’s well aware of the view she’s giving me, but she doesn’t seem in a rush to cover herself.

I hiss, unable to tear my eyes away from her even as she stands and pulls the material of her dress up. As she’s pulling the thin straps up her arms to rest atop her shoulders, she angles her head to look back at me, “Would you mind zipping me up?”

She’s teasing me. I’m not oblivious to it.

Nevertheless, I close the distance between us, hooking my hands underneath the loose fabric so I’m grabbing her bare waist and pulling her back against my chest as my mouth presses to the curve of her neck. “This is what you wear when Micro’s around?” I can’t hide the jealousy in my tone. I feel far too possessive seeing what she’s wearing—and how little she’s wearing underneath.

She shivers under my touch, pushing her ass backwards into me. “Do you honestly think I’m wearing it for him?”

I smirk victoriously in the crook of her neck, trailing my nose along her jawline. “So you do dress with me in mind then.”

She chooses not to answer, reaching a hand up to thread her fingers through my hair.

“One day—” I press another kiss to her skin, “One day I’ll take you out for a proper dinner and you’ll dress like this for me, yeah?” She hums, leaning into my touch. I pull her even closer to my body as I continue, “And then I’ll take you home, peel you out of your clothing, and fuck you until your knees are trembling and you’re crying out my name.”

She’s breathless as she responds, “Sounds like a date.”

In time, my radiant Moonlight. For now, I have to push down the arousal and get us out the door and to her fiancé so he doesn’t get suspicious. Retracting a hand from under the fabric of her dress, I use it to grip her jaw gently, pulling her mouth to mine for a lingering kiss.

She holds her long hair to the side as I grab the zip—which sits at the swell of her ass—and carefully tug it up. When it reaches the top and she’s secured in the dress, I press another kiss between her bare shoulder blades, taking a step back to allow her to finish getting ready.

But if I thought the back of her dress and the way it hugs tightly to her ass is sexy, then the front is utterly intoxicating. Completely breathtaking as I take it all in.

The dress is silken, stops just above her knees, is a deep blood red in colour and has lace decorating her tits. My dick begins to grow hard as I observe her slip a pair of delicate heels on to match—ones that lengthen her legs and make me want to wrap those thick thighs around my waist like a belt and bury myself balls deep inside her.

I blow air past my lips, needing to distract myself before I end up showing up to meet Micro with a fucking chubby in my slacks.

Once she’s in the heels, she grabs a tiny handbag and stuffs a few things into it. As she goes to pass by me and step back into her bedroom, she stops and presses a lingering kiss to my mouth. With a hand pressed to my chest, she informs me, “Just have to put some lipstick on and we can go.”

She spins on her heels to head towards her mirror, but I stop her, gripping her waist to turn her back to me. With one hand gripping her ass, and the other cupping her jaw, I descend my mouth upon hers. When I finally pull away, I assure her, “You look fuckin’ beautiful, Raven.”

I’d welcome hell with open arms if it meant I was able to capture a glimpse of her dressed like this once more.

Her lips curve upwards, “Thank you.” She smooths a hand over my chest, fixing the collar of my dress shirt. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Watching her apply red lipstick, it occurs to me—this woman is my Achilles heel. I have yet to determine if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. When she’s done, she spins in the mirror to give herself a final check over while I admire how gorgeous she looks.

Then she’s grabbing her small handbag and leading me down the hall and out the front door of the house. She’s testing my restraint with each step, her hips swaying in an extremely tempting way that has me itching to put my hands on her.