☆Chapter Thirty-Two☆

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                        °•° Raven °•°

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                        °•° Raven °•°

    [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!]







------------ Should I do this? Maybe not.

My hands shook as I opened the door to Marc, Axel, and Raven's apartment. It was dark and silent; they all had gone to bed hours ago--it was 2 AM, Why was I still up again?

Of yeah, fucking Corey made me. Not only did the little shit guilt trip me into coming to see Raven at 2 AM, but he also talked me into wearing one of my sexy pajama sets--saying it would make Raven forgive me quicker.

The set I wore was a satin brown, that reminded me of soil.

As I walked down the hallway of their apartment, I noticed a light peaking out from Raven's bedroom door.

Shit, he was still awake.

There goes my idea of sneaking back and telling Corey that he was asleep.

Go on and knock on the door, you pansy ass! What's the worst the can happen? My subconscious whispered to me, smirking wickedly.

Raven completely wrecking me, I snapped back at my inner whore.

You want him to wreck you, She whispered teasingly, Don't lie. She chided as my lip twitched.

Maybe I do.

Good She winked as I finally raised my small hand to knock, but before I did, I heard him.

"Come in, Маленький фейерверк. (Little Firecracker.)" His voice answered. I swallowed hard, and swung open the door, seeing him push himself up off the bed.

Holy fuck, my eyes raked down his body, over all of the tattoos that covered his body

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Holy fuck, my eyes raked down his body, over all of the tattoos that covered his body.

Why was I such a whore for him?

"See something you like, no?" He smirked as I stood outside the door, shuffling my feet.

"Come in." He spoke as he pulled me inside the room, before shutting and locking the door with a resounding click!

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