Summary: Raven is a clinical sociopath. She preys on the hearts of vulnerable men to satisfy her own sensual needs and has zero remorse. Meet Dick Grayson the equally pyschotic man who crawls underneath in her skin in more ways than one, and Raven fears she has met her match. She must avoid her own desires and stand against the man who wants to watch her burn.
Disclaimer: As usual I own nothing.
-"That boy is bad and honestly/He's a wolf in disguise/ But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes." Monster
Tongue.
She savored the sensation of his tongue sliding down her stomach. She lay immobile only allowing a few gratifying moans and whispers. She really wanted him to work for it. He slid down between her legs and kissed the inside of her thighs. His arms wrapped around her thighs. Just because she didn't love him didn't mean she could deny the ecstasy. His hands ran up her sides caressing the curves of her waist and hips. His hands ran up her smooth legs. Tongue, tongue, tongue.
She rolled her eyes. He was so damn sensitive. She whispered his name. He looked at her eagerly, eager to please her. He waited for her approval. Oh brother. She smiled sweetly. He swiftly moved towards the edge of the bed. He pulled her hips, dragging her entire naked body toward him. She could feel the heat of his groin near hers. Her mouth fell open slightly when he entered her, swiftly. Typically she hardly registered penetration it was an... interesting change.
They were divided except for where they were attached at the waist. They had met four weeks ago at a premiere. It had all been steamy, passionate, not love making tangled in the sheets of hotel rooms ever since. She never took him out. She didn't even know his last name. What did trivial details matter to her anyways? To her, he was just another lover. A plaything to keep her entertained until the next victim wandered into her locality.
She was already bored with him. When they met in the midst of all the champagne and droll celebrities, he had seemed so fascinating. His Latin passion intrigued her. But for her romance was like roses: beautiful in the beginning and dead after a few days.
His broad chest glistened in sweat. She had to admit it was true what they said about Spanish men in the bedroom. Oh, she landed a real professional and actually had fun with this one. She toyed with him for the first few days after their meeting. "Accidental" meetings at the grocery store, "coincidental" meetings at the dry cleaners, and of course their little game of hard to get. She loved to role play, but cat and mouse was her favorite. She was always the same role, and she always won. Always. Even after allowing him to court her, she played with him. She wanted her to be stuck in his mind, before he was allowed to take her. In his mind, but more importantly his groin.
She lost track of time. They could so easily get caught, not that that concerned her. She wondered if it were time to engage her poker face. No, not yet. She decided. She watched him, his handsome feature contorted in concentration. She allowed the biological ecstasy to wash over her. Her pale eyes rolled back, her back arched towards high heaven, and a soft moan escaped her lips. She was momentarily disappointed, expecting greater intensity. He continued to thrust into her, finally finishing with a grunt. The sounds of their labored breathing filled the empty space between them.
After a few moments Raven got up and wrapped a silk bathrobe around herself. She sat on the bed, yanked open the drawer on her side of the bed. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She watched her lover dress, relieved that he was leaving. He already had his pants on and was working on the dress shirt.
"Raven," His Spanish accent ceased to be exotic, and had actually become annoying. She had to admit his homage was adorable. "when are you going to let me take you out?"
Never. Internally she scoffed and laughed. Externally she smiled sweetly. "I told you, I've been busy lately. I'm working on a case."
He crawled back over onto the bed, and kissed her collarbone. "I have to go away for the weekend, but I'll be back on Monday. Why don't I take you out for coffee." he suggested.
She opened her eyes. "I have to be in court on Monday."
He retreated from where his lips were attached to her neck and offered to take her some other time. She got a thrill knowing she managed to completely captivate his heart in just a matter of weeks, days even. He picked up his cuff link from their resting place on the dresser on the other side of the bed. Roberto dropped it and it consequently fell into the ajar dresser.
"What the hell is this?" his voice was suddenly angry. He was clasping the framed photo of her and Garfield that she had hidden in the dresser in his clenched fist. Whoops.
Her eyes remained cold. Poker face engaged. Do no harm. Stay aloof. Confusion and anger flashed through his hazel eyes. Where was this passion ten minutes ago? Raven wandered to herself. She could see the heartbreak in his eyes. She struggled to remain cool, feeling the twitch of satisfaction in her lips. Her head twisted in the opposite direction. " Are you seeing someone else?" Roberto demanded. She remained silent. "Raven?"
She faced him, her eyes unapologetic. "Yes." she answered honestly.
"W-what? I though- but you told me you loved me!" His voice rasped in heart break. She relished it.
This time she laughed audibly. "I lied." she was hardly ever honest with people. She glanced at the digital clock sitting on her nightstand. It was quarter to two, she had well over two hours until Garfield got enough. This left no worries about him stumbling into his bedroom to catch his girlfriend of five years berating her distressed Latino lover. Raven however was getting annoyed and just wanted him to leave.
"Look I thought you knew what this was." She lied, keeping her voice even. She was hardly ever honest people. In her opinion honesty was overrated and non existence. In her mind it was better to lie to get what you wanted, than to tell the truth and let people walk all over her. "It was fun for awhile but now I'm done with you."
Roberto's eyes became filled with belligerence. He whipped his discarded cuff links at her. She barely winced. Her face remained deadpan. "Demonio vagabundo! You cheap, worthless whore! Puta!"
She laughed and brought the cigarette to her lips again. She felt hazy from the pleasure of hearing the unbridled emotions she had brought upon him. He continued his Spanglish diatribe for another ten minutes, while Raven sat calmly watching him pace. Finally he stormed out. She heard his heavy footsteps down the stairs and then the slam of the front door. Raven finished out her cigarette before stomping out the stub in a ceramic dish.
She tore the sweat soaked sheets off the bed, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into the wicker laundry hamper. She quickly showered rising whatever was left of her and Roberto wash down the drain. She stayed in awhile longer to wash her hair, plus she enjoyed the feel of hot water on her skin. When she emerged she ran a comb through her dark hair. When she reentered the bedroom Garfield was sitting on the bed home early. She was suddenly glad she got rid of Roberto when she did.
"Hey babe." Garfield smiled at her. He quickly rose to kiss her on the lips.
She smiled the sweetest of her ability, and turned on the charm. Raven reciprocated the move. It wasn't that Raven loved Gar. That wasn't the case at all. Garfield Logan was her permanent boy toy, her greatest masterpiece. As many men that she had gotten to fall to their knees for her, none fell as hard as Gar. He was completely devoted to her. He worshipped the ground she walked on. There was no real reason for keeping Garfield around other than because it benefited her.
Raven broke the kiss. "Your home early."
He shrugged. "Yeah, it was a slow day and I thought if we left for Kory's party early we can beat heavy traffic and actually make it there on time." he pulled her into his lap. "In the mean time..."
His lips kissed the same spot on her neck that Roberto had trailed no more than an hour ago. Her womanhood was still tender from her latest illicit rendezvous and she wasn't in the mood. She gently pushed him away. "I thought the point was to not be late." she whispered breathlessly.
She stood up and her foot jabbed on something sharp embedded in the cream carpet. It was Roberto's cuff link. She spied on Garfield through the corner of her eye. He was too busy disrobing from his work clothes to notice her. A mischievous smirk crept across her lips. She bent down and felt around for the other cuff link. When she found it she slipped into the closet. She shuffled through a few mahoganey drawers until she found one filled with discarded Tiffany boxes. She fished one out and dropped the cuff links into them.
She hopped onto the bed and wrapped her arms around his bare chest. She kissed the back of his shoulder, trailed his neck, and nibbled on his earlobe. His muscles stiffened. "I got you something." she whispered lowly into his ear.
He took the box out of her hands. "Wow, Rae." he said kissing her on the lips.
Raven often wondered if Garfield knew about her and the other men. She had taken countless lovers, it would seem that after five years together he would be suspicous. But whenever she looked into those big doe eyes and that naive smile, she knew he was clueless. Innocent little fool.
She smiled reassuringly. She had him completely wrapped around her finger.
The party at Kory's was to be expected. Raven was almost instantly bored and had remained that way for nearly three hours. Her tolerance was wearing thin so Raven excused herself to smoke. She had the fag between her dainty fingers, and casually strolled down the hallway. The walls were an odd shade of pink with a gray trim. Raven promised herself she as soon as she got back to the party she was finding Gar and going home. She leaned against the wall and took a long drag.
A muffled sound startled her. A low moan seemed to come from somewhere near by. Raven leaned up and took slow quiet steps towards the sound. At the end of the hallway the door to a guest bedroom was slightly open. Sudden curiosity cursed through her as she peered inside. The scene fascinated her. There was some older man with Kitten, the barely legal daughter of Senator Kill Moth, pressed against the wall.
Her bright red dress was tugged down to her waist, and her leg were wrapped tightly around his waist. She moaned rather loudly as he thrusted into her. Curiosity now fully piqued Raven watched transfixed. Kitten Moth, had a reputation for being somewhat easy, but even she wasn't known for one night stands in the middle of social occasions. Raven wondered what he could have possibly said to get her on her back so quickly. Raven had completly forgotten about the cigarette she had been holding. An elongated piece of ash fell onto her leg burning her thigh.
Raven gasped, rather loudly, and quickly brushed it off. The rest of the cigarette fell onto the floor burning a hole through the carpet. Raven gasped again and tried to stomp out the flame. She stood up knowing the commotion she had caused would have caught the attention of the two lovers. She stood up in time to catch the glaze of the man. His piercing blue eyes held her there for a few moments. Raven turned away and quickly made her way back to the party.
A sudden hand on her shoulder startled her. "Raven?" came Kory's voice. "Apologies I didn't mean to frighten you."
Kory was one of the few friends Raven decided to keep around. Sweet girl but much too naive. She was the double x chromosome version of the boys Raven preyed on. Raven often fantisized that had she been born male or batted for the other team she would have already bedded her. It was her dangerous side. No one, not even Kory, knew about Raven's double life.
"No, it's fine Kory." Raven replied. The shock was finally wearing off. "Uh- what's up?"
Kory smiled infectiously. "Are you enjoying the party? I-
Raven immediately tuned her out. She felt that Kory had a talent for prattling on that she found most annoying. Kory went on about planning the party and her recent trip to Morocco. A dark figure loomed over Kory suddenly. It sent unexpected chills down Raven's spine. Standing next Kory, champagne flute in hand and smiling brilliantly was the man who had just thoroughly fucked the socialite in the other room.
"Good evening ladies." his voice was smooth.
Raven had never seen and icier pair of blue eyes. His jet black hair was tusseled and his dress shirt was open just enough to catch a glimpse of his toned pecs. He tipped the rest of his champagne into his lips, a drop slipped ever so slowly down his five o'clock shadow. He rested his empty glass on the edge overlooking the lighted city.
Kory's eye lit up. Las Vegas was less obvious than her. "Raven, this is Dick Grayson."
Before Raven could respond Dick picked up her hand and placed a polite kiss on the back of her hand. "Pleasure." He replied.
Raven's eyebrows lifted, and a smile curved the side of her mouth. "What a gentleman." she said turning towards Kory.
"Dick works as an agent for Wayne Industries. Raven here is an attorney and business owner."
It was so obvious, to Raven, by the way that Kory gushed over Dick that she was planning on dating him in the near future. It was even more obvious by the way Dick kept his eyes on Kory and not her cleavage, that he was planning on seducing her in the immediate future. The coldness and danger in his eyes irked Raven. She picked up on his cruel intentions in a New York minute. How could she not, she operated the same way. It sent bristled up her spine.
"So Raven, Kory tells me you own an art studio in Calabasas." He inquired.
Raven sensed his mild and genuine intrigue. She hesistated before answering. "Yes and Manhattan."
"How interesting. I recently spent some time in London where I came across the most interesting gallery in Surrey. God awful pieces, Mostly renaissance features."
"Well, I mainly offer contemporary pieces based on gothic literature." Raven countered.
Dick smiled before relenting. Kory heart dropped. She was loosing the focus. She looked between Raven and Dick in attempts to be included in the conversation.
"I was just telling Raven that I was thinking about moving out of Santa Barbara." She said in an obvious attempt at changing the subject.
Dick coolly lifted another champange glass off the tray of a passing waitor. He barely acknowledged that Kory had spoken. "Is that right." he said casually after a few silent moments.
"My new neighbors a terribly loud. They have four little children and I find spending time outside simply unbearable now." She answered.
Dick finished the rest of his champagne and rested the now empty glass next to his other. Just when it seemed he could care less about Kory and even less about what she had to say, he turned to her and smiled brightly. His teeth were perpetually white. His blue eyes flashed with mischief. "My neighbors are noisy during the day, but that's okay because they put up with me at night."
Kory was pleasantly surprised, and laughed openly. Raven found his brashness disgusting and scoffed audibly. Dick's eyes flashed toward Raven. "Kory would you care to dance with me?" He asked his eyes still on Raven.
She eagerly accepted, the way Raven knew she would. Dick's eyes finally settled back on Kory before he led her back into the main ballroom. As the band struck up with Tango Argentina. Raven watched Dick and Kory command the dance floor. Dick was a very sensual dancer. His eyes burned into Kory's. His hands ran smoothly up her thighs and down her hips. One hand pressed firmly on her lower back. Raven could feel his breath practically on her own neck. All eyes were on them now. Dick's eyes were burning with satisfaction.
The band picked up the pace and began to play Objection. Dick hit his mark every time. Leading Kory, who had never tangoed a day in her life, beautifully. He held her close enough for their eyes to match. He spun Kory and led her into a dangerously low dip. He then outspun her with such velocity her hips her on her waist. He twisted her around and threw her out at arms length, pulled her back into him and they returned to their starting position.
The crowd broke into applause. A dark blush dusted across Kory's cheeks. Dick nodded modestly. The little prick. Raven needed another drink. She returned to the ballroom and hopped up on an empty bar stool, ordering a white zinfindel sangria. Her eyes searched for Kory. She had been pulled into a pointless conversation by a group of giggling idiots girls. Her eyes fell on Dick who was whispering into the ear of some perky chested Ukrainian model, quite openly in front of Kory. She suddenly looked worried. Her eyes kept darting between Dick flirting and laughing with another woman, and the group of party goers whom she was now ignoring.
Raven knew what he was doing. It was the rule in the art of seduction. She rolled her eyes and turned away disgustedly.
A hand gently grabbed her forearm. "I've been looking for you." Garfied said. "Are you having fun?"
"I wasn't." she answered turning around in her chair to face him. "Can we go? I'm really tired."
He frowned. He hated disappointing her. "A few of the guys are watching the game in the other room. I have fifty bucks on Boston."
She leanded in very,very close to her. Their eyes were locked and breast just brushed his chest. "I really want to get to sleep." She said in a breathy, lusty tone.
Garfield's heart sped in his chest. Desire instantly filled him. Raven really didn't feel like putting out for the second time that night, but at this point she would do anything to get out of their. Her lips curved as submission overtook Garfield and dimmed his senses. She maintained complete control. Garfield opened his mouth to relent when-
"Garfield, the Lakers just got a three pointer and now the Celtics are down by six." came Dick's voice suddenly and out of nowhere.
The spell was instantly broken. "Oh shit." He cursed before jogging out of sight.
Raven watched shock at the spot where he had left. Her mouth slowly returned to place. She scowled annoyed at Dick and took a long swig on her sangria. She could feel his eyes on her. He leaned close to her ear.
"Sleep, huh? You know sleep is my second favorite thing to do in bed." His tone made her tense.
She turned to him annoyed and pissed. "What do you think you're doing? You can play brand new to all the other girls, but I know what you are."
He smirked playfully. "Miss. Roth, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Look at you. Getting more than just a reup." she scoffed. "You've got all the puppets with the strings up. Faking like a good one."
He laughed. "How would you know? We've had less than four minutes of conversation and you've already presented some sort of preconceived notation of me."
She downed the rest of her sangria and scoffed. "I call them like I see them." She faced him fully with all intentions of making him fuck off. "Why are you even here? You didn't get enough with the barely legal heiress. In case you were wondering, yes I know all about your intentions with Kory and that shit isn't going to work with me."
He stared her curiosly. Her annoyance with him amused him. "You have a gift for reading people, I'll give you that. I noticed you couldn't take your eyes off me on the dance floor." He waited for a response. When he didn't recieve one he continued. "Since you seem so interested in me, I'll tell you my intentions. I'm going to fuck your stupid little friend over there." he pointed to Kory. "And then I'm going to fuck you."
This time Raven laughed in actually humor. "You're going to fuck me? Now I really am interested."
He leaned in they were mere inches apart. The gleem in his eyes were dangerous and serious. Raven was actual frightened. "Don't think you're the only one who can read people Raven Roth. I've heard about you, famous temptress. I was interested to see if you were worthy of my hunt. The little stunt you tried to pull with your pathetic boyfriend verified enough. What are you even doing with that pussy. I bet he can't satisfy you. Are you screwing other guys?"
Raven was shaking with anger. She wanted to smack that confident look off his smug little face. "Fuck you." she spat. "You're wasting you're time and way of your league."
"You want to know something? You're so different from my usual conquests. Still I find you fascinating. You're eyes say danger. It intices me."
"You're disgusting." She said standing up to leave.
He roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her back into her seat. "Don't be such a hypocrite. I know what you are. A sensualist, like myself and when I take you it will only confirm my superiority as a human being."
"Human being? That's presumptuous. In order to be human you have to have virtue. And I am not a sensualist." Raven defended ripping her arm out of his grasp.
Dick took the rest of her sangria. "Virtue is illogical. Why should people be bound by nonexistent codes of conduct? Because society says we need morals? I once took a fifteen year old Armenian virgin, while her parents were in the next room. I took her in my lap and touched her where I pleased. She cried for awhile and eventual learned to accept it. I went back into my room and slept the rest of the night."
Raven was actually startled. He was pyschotic, not like her. Dick drunk in her shock. "Have you ever read The Prince? Machiavelli describes virtues as qualities that are praised by others. A ubermensch, such as myself, should appear virtuous but virtue for virtue sake is detrimental. Now back to you. You, Raven Roth, are just like me and therefore you will be the perfect match for me."
Raven swallowed before speaking. "So you want on seducing me just to prove that you can?"
He laughed and shook his head. It sent shivers down her spine. "No, I don't want to seduce you. I want to watch you burn."
Raven's eyes flashed towards him. She immediately got up and dashed out the room. She couldn't stand to be in the room with him any longer. There was something so dangerous about him. He was so charming and menacing. So much like herself.
That scared her the most.
-"That Boy is a monster."-
I actually really love this chapter. I based Dick's personality off of Svidrigailov of Crime and Punishment. I think he is so brash and frightening. Raven herself is a sociopath in the sense that she uses people for her own gratification. Dick however is a complete maniac, and is dedicated to his own sensual desires. He sees seducing Raven, a near equal to himself, as evidence of his own superior will.
The song is Monster by Lady Gaga. The fear monster is: Fear of Men.