The master suite door closed behind them with a soft, final click.

Raven stood in the center of the room, pulse hammering in her throat. The silence was deafening. No guardians. No screens. No excuses. Just the two of them and the heavy weight of the ring on her finger.

Vincent leaned against the door for a moment, watching her. His dark eyes moved slowly over her body — the torn dress still hanging off one shoulder, the dried blood on her lip, the way her breathing came too fast.

He pushed off the door and walked toward her.

Raven didn’t back away. She lifted her chin, eyes flashing with defiance even as desire throbbed low in her belly.

"This doesn’t mean anything," she said, voice rough.

Vincent stopped inches away. Close enough that she could feel the heat of his body. Close enough that his scent wrapped around her again.

"It means everything," he murmured.

He reached up and brushed his thumb across her split lip, the same way he had in the war room. This time he didn’t stop. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You’re mine now, Raven. In every way."

Her breath caught sharply. Anger and unwanted desire crashed together inside her. She was a virgin — something she had guarded fiercely, something Caruso had never been allowed to touch. And now this man, the one she had come to kill, was going to take it.

Vincent leaned in slowly, giving her one last moment to pull away.

She didn’t.

His mouth claimed hers.

The kiss was not gentle. It was rough, hungry, demanding. He kissed her like he had been waiting for this since the night she put a knife to his throat. His hand slid into her hair, gripping tight as he angled her head and deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, claiming her.

Raven made a small, involuntary sound against his mouth — half protest, half need. Her hands came up to his chest, fists bunching in his shirt. She meant to push him away. Instead her fingers tightened, pulling him closer.

Vincent growled low in his throat. The sound sent a bolt of fire straight between her legs.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of her throat. Raven gasped, head falling back. Her body was trembling — fear, anger, and overwhelming arousal mixing into something she couldn’t control.

"You’re shaking," he murmured against her skin, voice dark and teasing. "Is it fear... or something else?"

"Fuck you," she hissed, but the words came out breathless.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her throat.

"That’s the plan."

With one sharp tug, he ripped the remains of the black silk dress completely off her body. The fabric tore loudly and pooled at her feet. Raven stood completely naked before him, skin flushed, nipples already tight and aching.

Vincent’s gaze raked over her slowly, hungrily. "Fuck... look at you."

He lifted her suddenly, hands gripping her ass as he carried her to the massive bed. Her back hit the mattress. Before she could push herself up, he was over her, caging her in with his powerful frame.

His mouth claimed hers again, rougher this time. One hand pinned her wrist above her head while the other roamed down her body — cupping her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out into his mouth.

Raven arched violently, a broken moan escaping her. Pleasure and pain twisted together. Her body knew what her mind refused — she was already wet and aching despite everything.

Vincent kissed his way down her neck, teeth grazing the fluttering spot on her neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers stroking through her wet folds.

"So fucking wet already," he growled against her skin. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you don’t."

Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning.

Raven gasped sharply, back bowing off the bed. She was tight — virgin tight — and the stretch burned. But beneath the sting was overwhelming pleasure. Her hips jerked involuntarily against his hand.

Vincent pumped his fingers slowly, curling them deep inside her, thumb circling her swollen clit with ruthless precision.

"Look at me," he ordered.

She forced her eyes open. His face was inches from hers, dark eyes burning with lust and control.

"You’re going to come on my fingers first," he said, voice low and commanding. "Then you’re going to take my cock like the good wife you are."

Raven whimpered, shame and arousal crashing together. She shook her head, even as her hips rolled against his hand.

"I hate you," she gasped.

Vincent smiled darkly, adding a third finger, stretching her wider.

"No, you don’t. Not right now."

He worked her harder, faster, thumb pressing firmly on her clit. Raven’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her free hand clutched at his shoulder, nails digging in.

When the orgasm hit her, it was violent. Her whole body seized, walls clenching hard around his fingers as pleasure tore through her like fire. She cried out his name, hips bucking wildly.

Vincent didn’t stop until she was shaking and oversensitive, whimpering beneath him.

Only then did he pull his fingers free.

Raven lay panting, eyes glassy, body trembling. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he stripped off his clothes. His body was lean muscle and restrained power. His cock was thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip.

Her eyes widened. Real fear mixed with the lingering pleasure.

Vincent settled between her spread thighs, gripping her hips. He rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

"Breathe," he said, voice rough. "It’s going to hurt. But you’re going to take every inch. You’re going to take me. All of me."

He pushed forward.

Raven cried out as the thick head breached her. The stretch was intense — burning, overwhelming. She gripped his shoulders hard, nails digging into his skin.

Vincent paused halfway, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to hers. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Relax for me, baby," he murmured, the rare endearment slipping out. "You’re so fucking tight... let me in."

He waited, murmuring low filthy praise until her body started to ease. Then he thrust deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Raven screamed — a raw, broken sound of pain and overwhelming fullness. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. She felt impossibly stretched, completely claimed.

Vincent stayed still inside her, letting her adjust, his cock twitching with the effort of holding back.

"Fuck... you feel perfect," he groaned. "So tight around my cock. Made for me."

After a long moment, he began to move.

Slow, deep thrusts at first. Each one dragged a broken moan from her throat. The pain gradually melted into sharp, intense pleasure. Raven’s hips started moving with him, chasing the sensation despite herself.

Vincent’s control started to fray.

He gripped her hips harder, fucking her deeper, faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with her moans and his low groans.

"Look at you," he growled, voice rough with lust. "Taking my cock so well for your first time. My perfect little wife."

The words sent another wave of shameful arousal through her. Raven whimpered, clenching around him, unable to deny how deeply they affected her.

Vincent leaned down, biting the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder as he drove into her harder.

"Say it," he demanded, thrusting deep and grinding against her clit. "Tell me who you belong to."

Raven shook her head, even as tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face.

He slammed into her again, harder. "Say it, Raven."

A broken sob tore from her throat. "I’m yours— fuck— I’m yours!"

Vincent rewarded her with a brutal thrust that made stars explode behind her eyes.

He fucked her relentlessly after that — deep, rough, possessive strokes that left her shaking and sobbing beneath him. One hand pinned her wrist above her head. The other rubbed tight, merciless circles over her swollen clit.

When the second orgasm crashed over her, it was even stronger. Her back arched violently off the bed, walls spasming around his thick cock as she screamed his name.

Vincent followed right after her, burying himself as deep as possible with a low, animalistic groan. He came hard, spilling deep inside her, filling her completely.

For several long minutes, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed.

Vincent stayed buried inside her, forehead pressed to hers, one hand gently stroking her side.

Raven lay beneath him, trembling, tears still slipping silently down her cheeks. Her body felt wrecked — tender, used, and still trembling with aftershocks.

The pleasure had been too intense, too good. The safety she felt in his arms right now unsettled her more than anything.

Vincent brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb, then leaned down and kissed her — slower this time, almost tender.

"First night of many," he murmured against her lips, voice dark and satisfied.

Raven closed her eyes, too exhausted and overwhelmed to argue.

But as Vincent slowly pulled out and gathered her against his chest, she felt it settle into her bones like a sentence she couldn’t appeal — something had cracked open tonight that she would never be able to seal shut again.

She had wanted him. And some part of her, still warm and aching in his arms, wasn’t sorry.