“Let’s go,” I say, moving us past the cameras and questions. All of this means nothing. I don’t hide, and I don’t give a fuck what they print. They know better than to slander me. But Raven doesn’t need assholes following her around. She slides into the car, and I follow.

“Where to, Mr. Powers?” Iain looks back at me, respectfully ignoring my Lolita sitting quietly next to me.

“Home.” The car pulls out onto Melrose Boulevard, and I pull Raven into my arms.

“Open your legs, baby.” I kiss her forehead and she obeys. My hand slides up her thigh to pull the small vibrator out.

She turns so she can see me. I caress her cheek. “Are you a monster or a good guy?” It’s almost a whisper, a small puff of sweet air.

“Jury’s out on that.” My thumb gently rubs and dips in and out of her slick, wet core. She tries to shut her legs and move away as she points at Iain. I cock my head, then pull her completely onto my lap, my legs spreading her open as she tries to stay quiet. Iain knows better than to turn around.

“Quiet.” Lightly biting her earlobe, I slide my fingers deep inside her. One hand grabs my forearm as the other one makes sure her dress is covering my hand.

In and out, I finger fuck her tight, sweet pussy. She may be staring straight ahead, but her greedy pussy, which I’m just starting to train, knows what it wants and grabs on to my fingers. I pick up speed, then pull out and rub her wet juices on her swollen nub.

“Iain? Can we have some music, please? Anything but the Stuffed Muffins.” She’s biting her lower lip so hard, trying to be silent, but her cunt is wet. And with every stroke in and out of her, you can hear it in the soundless car.

I kiss her cheek as Billie Eilish spills through the back of the Mercedes, the speakers so clear that I growl with satisfaction.

“Mine, this is mine.” She stiffens as if unsure as to what she should do. Her hands reach forward to grab the seat in front of us.

“Me, Raven, I’m all you need.” My two fingers are thrusting deep into her hot, swollen core. My cock is leaking, but her release is more important.

“Close your eyes.” She nods, taking small, quiet gasps, her nails digging into my wrist.

“Come,” I whisper, biting and sucking on her earlobe.

Her pussy latches onto my fingers and holds them, pulsing in waves. Grabbing the back of her hair tight, I say, “Kiss me.” I groan into her parted lips and her breath seems to be only for me. Her cherry lips taste like sweet wine, and our tongues twist together, my fingers staying deep inside her as she continues to contract.