“I need to take a shower. Talk tomorrow.” Hanging up, I look back at my Lolita. She doesn’t move, just stands naked in her fucking Chanel boots, my cum on her chin and breasts. Never have I seen anything more magnificent.

With a smile, I walk toward her, vaguely realizing that Rachel’s annoying floral scent is gone, replaced by Raven’s scent.

Orange blossoms and coconut? Whatever it is, I want to bury my nose in her neck and inhale.

As I step closer to her, fuck, she looks almost feral, with the evidence of me being her first on her thighs.

When I take her hand, she blinks up at me, and that jolt of energy almost makes me tell her to leave my room.

Because I should be satisfied.

Done.

I came. This is when I lose interest.

Instead, I walk us into my shower, push her against the glass wall, the water spilling down on us, and lower myself to eat her cunt.

Chapter Seven

RAVEN

My eyes blink open, and for a moment, it takes me a second to figure out where I am: it’s morning, not my apartment…

“Holy shit.” I bolt up, bringing the silk sheet with me as I look around for him. I’m alone, and every single filthy thing we did last night comes flooding back to me. I almost pull the sheet over my head.

“Pull yourself together.” I bite my lip, listening to make sure I don’t hear him before I get out of the bed.

Their bed.

Oh my God. I had sex, numerous times last night, in my mom and Jett Powers’s bed. I kick off the sheet and my leg muscles almost scream in protest when I try to stand.

“Okay,” I whisper, sitting back down on the edge, trying to think. Jesus, this was not what I had planned. It was supposed to be Brody, not my mother’s fiancé!

“Brody.” I stand again and almost trip over the bottom of the comforter on the floor. “Shit.” I look around, trying to find my dress, but all I see is a massive room with lots of windows allowing you to see the view from three different spots.

My cheeks heat up and I sigh, trying not to replay last night and this morning. Oh God.

Nasty.

Filthy.

And scarily addictive. I might be a terrible person, but I’m not going to lie to myself. Last night will go down as the best night of my life.

But it’s morning, and I must call Brody and break it off officially with him. And, as far as my mom goes, I have no guilt.

I thought I might, but nope, none. I almost start laughing. A bitch like her does not deserve my guilt, nor my remorse, for that matter.