The rules weren't written anywhere, but they were everywhere. Raven felt them in the silence when Jaxon looked at her. In the tension when she stepped too close without permission. In the burn between her thighs when he said nothing at all and still made her beg in her head.
No lying. No touching without command. No coming without consent. No forgetting who she belonged to.
They weren’t printed in any contract, but Raven was beginning to understand them like scripture. Jaxon Morreau didn’t teach obedience with threats. He seduced it into you, until disobedience felt like pain and surrender felt like home.
She was spiraling, and she knew it, yet she still, she craved the fall.
That night, Raven waited until the club was winding down, past 3 a.m., when the guests began to thin, the music
