The fuck? How am I just seeing this text? I look up at my house. No lights are on. Maybe they left, although his car is here.

Christ, if I have to deal with some punk wandering around my house freeloading off Raven… I turn my handle and the door opens.

Perfect, I’m gonna kill Larry. What’s he thinking leaving the door unlocked? It doesn’t matter that I have cameras and massive security; this is a fuckup, and he’d better have a good explanation.

“Does that feel good? Do you like it?” I stop as I set my phone and key fob down, adrenaline shooting through me so fast the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I walk straight through the kitchen and stop.

There she is.

My fucking Lolita.

Naked, on my couch, legs spread open with some skinny fuck’s head between her legs. For a moment, I feel as though I’m in a tunnel, and all I see are her full tits and his head, trying to eat what is clearly not his.

I take a breath, deciding whether to rip his head off her by force, or with my words. I choose words. The last thing I need is a scandal.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but get your pathetic face out of Raven’s cunt.”

Raven bolts up, and the boyfriend stumbles to his feet.

“I… Oh God. I… was just—”

I take off my jacket, tossing it on the chair as I command, “Lights on.” The room floods with light as I unbutton my bottom sleeve, and Raven tries to cover her full tits.

“Jett… I mean, Mr. Powers.” Her eyes are giant balls of deep blue; her lips are red yet not swollen from having a cock in her mouth.

“If you want to live”—my eyes lock with hers as I spit out orders to her pale-faced boyfriend—“I’d get the fuck out of here.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I don’t watch him run out of the room. The sound of the door slamming is enough. Jerking my tie off, I sink to my knees and grab her ankle boot.

When I jerk her cunt forward, she gasps. I’m beyond thinking. Consequences don’t apply right now.

My cock wants her, and I have no intention of denying myself.

“You don’t come unless you ask,” I hiss, then latch onto her swollen pink nub and suck. Her fucking pussy tastes like mangoes, sweet as sugar. She moans loudly, and I reach down to unbuckle my belt.

“Oh my God.” Small gasps come from her mouth as her hands and nails dig into my couch, and I spread her legs wider.