The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

trying my hardest not to, it’s all I can think of.
“Not enough,” she says. “I’ve never had the courage I needed, and I think I’ll always regret it, you
know?”
I’ve never seen her look so tormented before. I always thought I knew Raven so well, but I’m
realizing now that there’s a depth to her I’ve never noticed before. “What is it you’ll regret?”
She wraps her arms around my neck and looks away. “Not going after the man I love. If I had,
would things be different now? Would I be happier?”
I tighten my grip on her waist, my heart racing. “Who is he? Are you talking about Silas Sinclair?”
Does she regret letting him go and not fighting for him when Alanna walked back into his life?
Raven chuckles. “Oh Silas,” she says. I hate the way she says his name. I hate everything about
that man. “No. Silas and Alanna are still very much part of my life, and I love them both dearly. I
think I might love Alanna more than I love Silas, you know? She’s crazy in the very best way.”
I stare at her face, trying to decipher her. “So who is he?”
She looks into my eyes and shakes her head. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Someone I know, then. Don’t tell me it’s one of my brothers? Is it Lexington?”
She laughs, her voice ringing with amusement. “Should I fuck your brother, Ares?” she asks as she
rotates her hips in my lap. Fuck.
“You will do no such thing if you value his life.”
I tighten my grip on her waist to keep her still, but it’s too late. I can feel my cock harden, and I
can only pray she’s too drunk to realize that she’s turning me on.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I say through gritted teeth. “You should go to sleep. You’ve had far too
much to drink, and you’ll regret your actions tomorrow.”
“I won’t,” she tells me. “The only things I’ve ever regretted were the things I didn’t do.”
Raven looks at me and pushes her hand through my hair, her fingers brushing over my scalp before
she tightens her grip on my hair. Her face is so close to mine that I could lean in and kiss her.
I look away, and she laughs. “What are you doing, Rave?”
“Something I shouldn’t.”
She moves in my lap, and a soft moan escapes her lips when she’s got my cock positioned right
between her legs. “This needs to stop,” I tell her. “It doesn’t matter how drunk you are, Rave. This
isn’t right. I’m your sister’s fiancé, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah,” she says. “But you should have been mine.”
I blink at her in surprise. Yeah. If Hannah hadn’t begged me to speak to my grandmother, the
woman I’d be marrying would’ve been Raven.
She smiles and trails her fingers over my chest until she’s got the edge of it fisted in her hand. “I
want this t-shirt, Ares. Can I have it?”
I look down at it in surprise. “I… what? Why?”
She smirks and reaches behind her, unzipping her dress in one fluid motion. She tugs at it, and it
pools at her waist.
“Fuck, Raven,” I panic. She isn’t wearing a bra, and I should not be seeing her half naked. I grab
the front of her dress and use it to cover her up with. “Cupcake, you’re really testing my patience
tonight. I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be kind and patient, but you’re taking this too far.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Ugh, Ares. Do you know how many people have seen me naked? Calm
down. I walk around naked or barely dressed before every show I do. It’s cool.”
I grit my teeth at her words. “And do you sit in people’s laps like this, Rave? You know exactly
what you’re doing.”