Damian stepped out of the elevator into the underground garage. His heart was still racing from the way Raven had looked at him when he left. He climbed into the back seat of the waiting car and told the driver to take him to the studio. His phone buzzed in his hand before he could even buckle up.
And when he checked, it was Victor Hale but Damien answered on the second ring.
"You're late again," Victor said. No hello. No small talk. "The director just called me and he wants you on set in thirty minutes or he's rewriting your scenes without you."
"I'm on my way," Damian said. His voice sounded tired even to himself.
Victor didn't let up. "This is the third time this week. One more slip and I'm pulling you from the drama. The studio is already nervous after those rumors about you and that singer. Fix your shit, Damian. Or I will."
The line went dead and Damian stared at the blank screen. He typed a quick text to Raven: "Just left. Victor is losing his mind. I'll try to come back tonight."
He hit send and leaned his head back against the seat. The car moved through the city, but his mind stayed behind in Obsidian Haven with her.
Raven's phone lit up a few seconds later. She was still lying in bed, sheets tangled around her waist. She read his message and smiled a little, even though her chest felt tight.
She typed back: "Come back whenever you can. I'll wait up."
Before she could put the phone down, another message came through but it was from an unknown number.
She opened it and a blurry photo filled the screen. Damien's car parked outside her building last night. The timestamp was clear. Below the picture, one line: "I see everything."
Raven's stomach dropped. She sat up fast and stared at the photo and her hands started to shake. She called Damian right away and he answered on the first ring. "Hey. I just texted you."
"Damian, someone sent me a picture of your car outside my place," she said quickly. "They know you were here."
He went quiet for a second. "Fuck. I got a message too. From Victor. He's threatening to cancel the whole drama if anything leaks."
Raven stood up and walked to the window. She looked down at the street far below. "This is getting worse. We can't keep pretending it's just one night anymore."
"I know." His voice was low. "I'm turning the car around. I'll be back in twenty minutes. We need to talk about this in person."
"Okay," she said. "Hurry."
When Damian walked back through her door, Raven was waiting. She didn't say anything. She just pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.
They didn't make it to the bedroom, she pushed him toward the grand piano in the living room. The black crystal-encrusted microphone sat on top of it, shining under the low lights.
"Play for me," Damian said, voice rough.
Raven picked up the microphone. She started singing softly, the same slow song she had sung for him the night before and her eyes stayed on him the whole time.
Damian sat on the piano bench and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, still singing. Her voice cracked a little when he kissed her neck.
She set the microphone down beside them and it rolled a few inches across the smooth wood.
Damian kissed her hard. Their mouths moved together, tongues sliding, breaths mixing. Raven rocked against him, feeling him get hard under her.
"I need you," she whispered against his lips.
He lifted her up just enough to push her robe open. Her breasts spilled out. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, hard. Raven moaned and held his head there.
"Uhrggg… yes…"
He moved to the other breast, sucking and biting while his hands gripped her small waist. Raven reached down and opened his pants. She pulled his cock out, and it was already thick and leaking.
She stroked him a few times, then slid down to her knees between his legs. She looked at his cock and was amazed.
Damian watched her take him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down until her lips touched the base. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tense.
"Fuck, Raven," he groaned.
She bobbed her head faster. One hand wrapped around what she couldn't fit, stroking in time with her mouth. The other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.
Damian's hand tangled in her hair. "You're gonna make me come like this."
She pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at him. "Not yet."
She climbed back onto his lap. This time she sank down on his cock in one smooth motion and they both moaned at the same time.
Raven started riding him right there on the piano bench. Her breasts bounced with every move. Damian sucked on them again, harder this time, while she fucked herself on his cock.
"Uhrggg… so deep," she gasped.
He gripped her waist and thrust up into her. The piano bench creaked under them and the microphone rolled closer to the edge.
They changed positions. Damian stood up, turned her around, and bent her over the piano. He slid back inside her from behind, fucking her hard. Her breasts pressed against the cool wood. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."
He gave it to her. Deep, and rough strokes. Skin slapping loud in the quiet penthouse and Raven's moans got louder and broken.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. Her body started to shake.
"I'm coming," she cried. "Don't stop—"
She came hard and her pussy clenched around his cock. She squirted, hot and sudden, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.
Damian groaned and kept thrusting through it. He pulled out, turned her around again, and sat back on the bench. Raven climbed on top and sank down once more. She rode him fast, chasing another orgasm.
He sucked her breasts again, biting gently on her nipples. Raven held his balls in one hand while she rode him, rolling them, squeezing just enough to make him groan.
"I'm close," he said against her skin.
"Come inside me," she whispered. "I want to feel it."
He thrust up hard a few more times. Raven came again, moaning his name loud. Her pussy pulsed around him. Damian followed right after, growling as he spilled deep inside her. Thick white cum mixed with her juices and started flowing down her thighs.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. The microphone had rolled off the piano and lay on the floor beside them.
Raven kissed him slow and deep. "I don't want this to end."
"Me neither," he said.
Their phones buzzed at the exact same time.
Raven picked hers up first and her face changed. "It's another message from the stalker."
Damian checked his own phone. "Victor again."
Raven opened the message and another photo filled the screen. It was Damian's car parked right outside Obsidian Haven and the license plate was clear as day.
She looked at Damian, and her eyes widened. The stalker wasn't just watching her. He was watching them both.