Damian walked into Victor's office the next morning with his collar still pulled high. The bruise on his neck had turned a darker shade of purple overnight and he could feel it every time he moved his head.
Victor didn't even look up from his laptop at first. "Sit down."
Damian sat and the silence stretched for a few seconds before Victor finally closed the laptop and leaned back in his chair.
"You're playing a dangerous game," Victor said. "Serena called me last night. She saw the mark on your neck. She's not happy."
Damian kept his face calm. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" Victor laughed once, short and sharp. "That girl has eyes like a hawk. She knows something is going on. And if she starts talking, the whole deal falls apart."
Damian leaned forward. "The deal is fake and we both know that."
"The deal pays your bills," Victor shot back. "It keeps your name clean. One photo, one rumor, and the studio pulls the plug on your drama. They already sent me an email this morning asking if there's any truth to the whispers about you and that singer."
Damian's stomach tightened. "What did you tell them?"
"I told them it's bullshit. But I can't keep covering for you forever." Victor pointed a finger at him. "If any scandal leaks, I cancel the drama myself. You lose the lead role, the paycheck, and half your future projects. Is that clear?"
"Crystal," Damian said quietly.
Victor stared at him for a long moment. "Fix whatever is going on. Or I will fix it for you."
Damian left the office with his hands clenched and the threat sat heavy in his chest. He drove straight to Obsidian Haven without calling first because he needed to see Raven.
When she opened the door, she was wearing one of his black shirts, and the hem barely covered her thighs. She smiled when she saw him, but her eyes looked tired.
"You came early," she said.
"I needed to see you." He stepped inside and pulled her into his arms. "Victor just threatened to kill the drama if anything leaks."
Raven rested her head on his chest. "So we have to be more careful."
"I hate being careful," he muttered.
She looked up at him. "Me too. But I don't want to lose you."
They stood there holding each other for a while then Raven took his hand and led him deeper into the penthouse.
"I have an idea," she said. "Something to make you forget about Victor for a little while."
She walked over to the grand piano in the living room. The black crystal-encrusted microphone sat on top of it. She picked it up, turned it on, and looked at him with a small smile.
"Sit down," she said.
Damian sat on the couch and Raven stood in front of the piano, with the microphone in hand. She started singing softly, just for him. No backup music but just her voice filling the room.
The song was slow and intimate and her eyes stayed on him the whole time. Every note felt like a secret she was sharing only with him.
Damian couldn't look away. His body reacted before his mind did and heat pooled low in his stomach.
When she finished the last line, she set the microphone down and walked over to him.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
"I loved it." He pulled her onto his lap. "Sing my name next time."
Raven smiled against his lips. "Maybe I will."
They kissed slowly at first, then harder. Her hands moved under his shirt, nails scraping lightly over his skin. Damian gripped her small waist and stood up, carrying her with him.
He pressed her against the nearest wall and Raven wrapped her legs around him instantly.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Hard."
He didn't need to be told twice.
He shoved the shirt up over her breasts and they were full and pretty, bouncing slightly as she breathed fast. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, hard. Raven moaned and arched her back.
"Uhrggg… yes…"
He switched to the other breast, sucking and biting until both nipples were swollen and red. Raven's hands were in his hair, pulling him closer.
Damian reached between them and pushed two fingers inside her. She was already soaked and he pumped them fast while his thumb rubbed her clit.
Raven's head fell back against the wall. "Don't stop… please…"
He kept going until her legs started shaking. Then he pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and freed his cock. He rubbed the head along her wet pussy lips a few times before pushing inside her in one hard thrust.
Raven cried out. "Uhrggg… so deep…"
He fucked her against the wall, hard and fast. Skin slapping against skin and her breasts bounced with every thrust. She held onto his shoulders, nails digging in.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."
Damian gave her what she wanted. He pounded into her, deep and rough. Her pussy was tight and dripping around his cock.
Raven reached down between them and cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her hand while he fucked her.
"That feels so good," he groaned.
She squeezed a little tighter. "Come inside me. I want to feel it."
He kissed her hard, tongues sliding together. Their mouths were messy and desperate. He sucked on her bottom lip, then moved back down to her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples again while he kept thrusting.
Raven's body started to vibrate and her moans turned into broken cries.
"I'm coming… Damian… I'm coming so hard…"
Her pussy clenched around him. She squirted suddenly, hot and wet, soaking his cock and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook against him.
Damian groaned loudly. He thrust a few more times and came deep inside her. Thick white cum mixed with her juices and started flowing down her legs.
They stayed pressed together against the wall, breathing hard. Raven's head rested on his shoulder.
"Stay with me tonight," she whispered.
"I can't," he said, voice rough. "Victor will check my location. But I'll come back as soon as I can."
Raven kissed his neck, right over the bruise she had left. "Promise?"
"Promise."
They cleaned up slowly. Raven kept touching him, small kisses on his chest and shoulders. Damian didn't want to leave. Every second away from her felt wrong now.
When he finally walked to the door, Raven followed him.
"Be careful," she said.
"You too." He kissed her one last time. "Lock everything."
He stepped into the hallway and the elevator doors closed behind him. His phone rang before he even reached the ground floor and when he checked, it was Victor.
Damian answered. "Yeah?"
Manager Victor's voice echoed in his ear: "One photo, one rumor and your career is over." Damien then flashbacks of Raven asleep in purple silk and realized the price of keeping her was about to get deadly.