Whispers of the Raven Read Online Tiana Laveen

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
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She had a nice ass—also not too big to cause distraction, but just ample enough to initiate a double take. Her pants covered a pair of long, shapely legs. She was about five foot ten, a pleasure he rarely got to enjoy. He loved all types of women—short, curvy, thin, petite, blonds, brunettes, you name it. He didn’t have a specific type, but a woman who was tall, like him, made him feel even more powerful when dominating her in the bedroom. That was his kink. He was naturally sexually aggressive, and that was something he often had to ease women into. Tall women were an automatic worthy opponent.

Sex, to him, when done the way he most preferred, was all consuming. It was sweaty. Slick. Loud and garish. Sticky. Fragrant. Harsh and soft. On occasion painful, regularly explosively pleasurable, and so, so beautiful. He wanted to feel that again…

He looked back down at the business card and twirled it between his fingers. It had been three months since he’d had a good lay, and a little over two years since he’d been in a relationship. He yearned to experience that again… but this time, to settle down. Have a kid or two.

I have to date to find who I’m looking for… I hate dating, actually. Rarely are people themselves. Authentic. Also, I have this idea in my head of the type of woman I would even consider committing to that way, and though I’ve come close a couple of times, I still haven’t found her yet… Maybe this time will be different? I wonder what she expects from this. I doubt the same thing as me. This may be just another interrogation over wine and roasted meat, round two so to speak, or it could be a mixture of gratification on tap and business.

He never assumed that just because she wanted to find out if he was responsible for these murders in the city, she wouldn’t be open to a romp with him. As strange as that sounded, he understood human nature down to its core.

Cops, well, an ex-cop in this case, are people, too. They get horny. Angry. Violent. Just like the rest of us…

He could see her physical attraction to him in her eyes, although it was subtle. So subtle, an untrained eye would miss it. She was concerned about his gun, possibly a bit intimidated by him, too, though she played it off well. Obviously she was ready to shoot him dead should he try and end her questioning once and for all. What a gorgeous lady. Mature. He simply found her irresistible. Delicious, in fact. His mouth salivated as he imagined wrapping her legs around his face as he devoured her.

Women are just as sexual as us men. They want it just as bad as we do…

She was an ex-cop, but her mind was still soaked in police procedure. Bold. Inquisitive. Feminine. Seemingly intelligent. He could be wrong about that last part, but he doubted it. His jaw tightened as he thought of places to possibly take her to on their date. Somewhere nice, but where he could hear her talk clearly. Not too loud or presumptuous. Then his mind wandered back to the darkness…

Maybe she was willing to fuck him afterwards. Maybe she wasn’t. He might or might not try. It depended on so much… Her main goal was to either toss him to the wolves or scratch him off her list of suspects. Monsters walk amongst the living because the living were the true monsters. He was no different—but his secrets were his and his alone, and no one would force him to spill the truth. He’d lived with it this long. Things were what they were, and he could still strive to have normalcy in spite of it all. A beautiful wife. This nice home he’d fixed up himself, perfect to start a family in. He always thought about the future, and everything he did was colored by that.

He was a worker. A manual artist. A planner. A mere whisper of a Raven…

She’d be such a prize.

I want you, Porsche. I want to get to know about all the things you love and hate. I want you to talk to me… open up to me. I don’t blabber often, but I’m a good listener. I listen to words that aren’t said. I want to know everything about you, Porsche. I want to know what you feel like on the inside… what your mouth and pussy taste like… You’ve disrupted a hornet’s nest, but I have no reason to sting you.

Yet.

No, I don’t know you well, but I have a feeling about you. When I have this feeling, well, let’s just say I act on it…

He found himself smiling now. He was so looking forward to seeing Private Investigator Porsche Lee once again, despite the reason for their rendezvous. If she didn’t disappoint him, he just may make it worth her while…


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