Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Laro

The wind was fierce that night, especially when you were nearly a hundred stories up. This was a new game, and Laro couldn’t understand why Fleu would want them on the roof.

Fleu had been more meticulous than usual, from their bathing routine to their hair and outfits. The outfits were scanty, to put it mildly, and did little to ward off the cold.

Raven huddled close to him for warmth, shielding them from the biting wind.

Her outfit highlighted her body, emphasizing her toned curves and leaving most of her skin exposed. It was more straps and strips than anything else.

The black leather was a challenge for both of them to put on, and the buckles were a puzzle of their own.

He wouldn’t choose to wear this in his free time, but he would ask Fleu if he could keep hers. He wanted her to wear it for him again soon.

“How long is he going to make us wait out here?” Raven complained.

Laro grinned, knowing they’d be waiting a while longer. Fleu was an expert at teasing and frustrating. If Fleu was making them wait this long, he was planning something big.

“It might be a while longer.” Laro sat down and leaned against the cold metal.

Raven settled down between his legs, leaning against him. She smelled so sweet and delicate. Her floral scent was a rarity among Tareaians, and her skin was as smooth as silk.

It felt like ages since they had been this close. Raven laced her fingers with his and kissed his hand. The warmth of her lips sent a wave of tingles through his body.

“Are you happy?” Laro asked.

Raven’s grip tightened momentarily.

“Here with me—us. If you could leave, would you?”

The wind filled the silence. She pressed his hand to her chest.

“Yes—and yes.”

His heart sank, but he had expected as much.

“But I would want to come back after I find my sister,” Raven said, tilting her head back to look at him.

In one breath, she shattered him, and in the next, she made him feel like a king. He didn’t want her to leave his side. That thought had been haunting him for a while now.

He was ready to break any rule for her, except the one that could take her away from him.

Laro had always been selfish, and he was no different now; he was still selfish, and for her, he would be until the end. Regardless of the consequences.

She shivered, and for a moment, he thought she had read his thoughts.

“I can warm you up if you like,” Laro offered, sliding his other hand over the leather and her bare skin.

Raven looked at him with a sweet, half-lidded gaze. She straddled him and pulled herself close, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her.

“General Fleu said not to.”

“He’s not here right now, is he?” Laro asked, leaning in towards her lips.

She didn’t need any more persuasion. Her tongue twirled around his as her hands roamed his bare chest. Raven’s fingers traced the buckled corset he wore. Laro started to remove it.

Raven stopped him. “Leave it. I like it.”

Laro scoffed.

“This outfit makes your body look strong and vulnerable. I’m enjoying the view from the back too.” She leaned back and eyed him. “I didn’t think you could blush,” Raven teased.

Laro broke eye contact. “I don’t.”

Raven giggled. “If you say so.”

“I know so,” he retorted, pressing his forehead to hers.

She reached down and freed his member. It didn’t take long for him to harden. Just the thought of the open hole in Raven’s panties got him there.

Laro slipped his fingers into the open slot. She was wet, but he knew she could get wetter. He nibbled at her nipple through the material and massaged her sweet spot.

Raven’s sweet moans were swept away by the wind.

“Put your legs up here,” Laro instructed, tapping his shoulders.

He helped her get into position and pushed forward. There was some resistance as he slowly worked himself in. Just as he’d thought, that position made her clench tight around him.

Raven’s erotic expression made his heart race. Her brows furrowed together, but she kept her eyes open and held his gaze. Laro had to take a breath to make sure he would last.

“Faster,” she whispered.

He held tight to her backside and considered her request. As much as he wanted to ravage her, he wanted to savor these moments—

the soft feel of her breath on his skin, her trembling body when she got close, and the sound of her voice.

“I want to savor every inch of you.”

Laro maintained the slow pace, and to his surprise, she started to drip. Her clenching became more frequent, and his sack started to throb and tighten up. Raven’s breathy moans were music to his ears.

Every slick stroke brought a new, greater sensation of pleasure. Raven trembled and convulsed. His mind went blank as he exploded.

“Incompetent dirty sluts,” a deep voice said.

Raven flinched. Laro had hoped they had more time.

“I gave you both one thing to do,” Fleu said, tossing a bag to the ground. “What did I expect from a pair of dumb whores?”

He wore all-black, loose-fitting pants and a form-fitting tee. Fleu began to rummage through the bag and pulled out some of his favorite items to use.

He laid out a few bundles of rope, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, and a riding crop. The dark look Fleu gave them made Laro’s palms sweat.

They had walked right into his trap, and now they were exactly where he wanted them. Fleu could punish them severely; he loved and hated to be disobeyed.

“I have something special for you, Raven,” Fleu said.

He reached down to his lower back and placed his holstered gun in line with everything else. Raven’s eyes widened, and her floral scent faltered. Fleu was going to push them both to their limits tonight.