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Chapter 4

Henry was a strange man. Not bad strange, simply strange. Something about him seemed older, older than thirty-three, as he claimed he was. She didn't think he was lying about his age, she had this nagging feeling he was keeping secrets, concealing himself. In Paris she had keyed in on his body, what he liked and what he didn't. Now her eyes dwelled on him, and those enchanting green eyes. She was hardly a mind reader but being around so much government associated people, spies and superheroes, criminals, it was almost second nature reading a man's eyes, the way he grabbed you. Henry was not a nice guy. It wasn't rocket science, you saw it in his scowl, the glower of his eyes, he was capable of being rather nasty. But he was intelligent, a bit serious, although he had a sense of humor.

Raven had no idea what possessed her to continue their affair. And it wasn't the mind blowing sex.

She had an affair before. But that was because she was underage, and he was old enough to know better. She couldn't tell a soul, nor had the courage to. It was a means to an end, a necessary evil. She hated being tied down by any man, young or older, but she still wanted companionship of some kind. Henry was different. This was a full blooded sexual affair, no romance. Yet, that wasn't her style. They had no idea how or when it was going to end.

What was this affair going to do to her? Each affair had a price, small or big, it wasn't free.

"What are you thinking about?" Henry's fingers danced down her spine.

Having a heart condition did little to hinder her activity level but it left her skinny, sickly skinny at one point. She used to feel self conscious how each man whom held her, was able to cover her completely. It felt like she was being crushed at times. Even Henry, lean, with his subtle muscles, made her feel like a rabbit in a snare.

"Nothing," she said. Her fingers caressed his abs lost in thought. "Nothing."

He looked down at her. "Whenever you toy with your fingers your thinking."

"And whenever you smile at me like that, I know something bad is going to happen."

He smirked, exclaiming in low teasing, "You are a Stark. I finally see a trait of your family's genius."

If only he knew how smart she really was. He wouldn't use the word genius so casually like he was making fun of her. Her IQ was higher than her father's, it was very hush hush information. She bore it with a smile, since she was twelve they poked fun at her. Aren't you supposed to be smart? Aren't you supposed to be brave? Aren't you a Stark? Henry's little game rolled off her back.

"Ha ha."

He kissed her on the lips, slow and inviting. "Does Brogan know about me?" He asked.

"No, but she may suspect something."

Henry had never come to her place, ever. If he did, it would hardly be an affair anymore. Her roommate Brogan knew her long enough to know, what type of people came home with her. She would throw Henry in the boyfriend slot with a blink of those onyx eyes. Her flat was personal, sacred ground at times. Having him there was out of the question.

"Perhaps I should meet her?" He was pulling her into his lap. "What do you think?"

"Wait. What?" His lips were on her neck. "Say what?"

"Am I not allowed to?" He bite her lightly making her body seize in warmth. "Perhaps I'm sick of only having you in my bed."

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying?" He didn't wait, he slipped those evil fingers between her legs, dialing her up like he unlocking a safe.

"Let's see how smart you are."

Raven hated that jab. Let's see how smart you are. It got under her skin. You taught girls to be smart, you pushed them to be more than a pretty face. Her intelligence was a pretty face to them, if she wasn't smart, she wasn't a Stark. She was nothing but a girl, who wasted her genetics. It was a slur, a curse. Cruel she reached down to Henry's member and tugged with a vicious pump. He hissed and gasped, unfairly torn between pain and pleasure.

"Stop fucking around," she said sweetly, "or I'll do it again."

High on the situation he said, "That's hardly a threat." She pulled. "Oh! Alright, alright. I'll tell you, if you promise to pump me like that again." She nodded. "Fine, I was suggesting we be a bit more public."

"Public?" She cocked a brow. "Like dating? You want to be my boyfriend?"

He shrugged, "Why not? We like fucking each other, having dinner, and find each other interesting? Why shouldn't we date?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes... Or," he curled his fingers inside her, "do you have someone else in mind?"

She gasped. "Brogan was going to set me up on a blind date, next week." It was a hobby of Brogan, playing matchmaker. Most of her blind dates for Raven ended horribly, but she persisted after each crash and burn.

He jerked her, making it feel so good and hurt in the best way imaginable. "Cancel them. You're having dinner with me, in a restaurant."

"Gotcha," she said. "Cancel it."

"Good girl... Now I do believe you made a promise." She snickered reaching down to his neglected cock. "... Good girl," he purred head bending back. "That's it."

Loki wanted to get inside her world, then become it. He hadn't decided what he was going to do with her yet, but there was plenty of time for that. He loved using her body, the delicious clench of her walls, the skill of her hands. He wanted to have some more fun with her, and since she had no idea who he was, the opportunity was perfect.

He was torn on what to do to her. There was no one to stop him. She was helpless. He could kill her. He could rip her heart out and deliver it to Stark. Maybe even Thor's since he was residing with Jane now. Ravish her body and dump it on his or Stark's door step. Or he could turn her into his pet, this wild lone wolf. That was surely worse, to see your only daughter, slave to an insatiable god. To hear her begging for his hands, his cock and his mouth, for her release. There were a thousand ways to use her for his own gain. A millions methods to bend her to his will.

Loki couldn't decide.

Her dwellings gave no hint to her being a possible trial. She had various instruments stacked neatly all about, a cello, a keyboard, a fiddle, a guitar. A book shelf full of various books, novels, text books, some magazines. Paintings on the walls, picture frames, a desk with a built in filing cabinet. Even her pet was no concern of his, its muzzle did not dictate its potency to guard her. She was a child. Nothing indicated she was trained in combat, to defend herself. She was separate from Shield and the Avengers.

It made things easier for him. Yet it aroused his interest.

Why wasn't she being guarded? Or taught to fight? She was Stark's only daughter, his eldest child. Perhaps he didn't care for the girl very much. And Shield didn't want to waste any resources on her. Loki wanted this mystery solved before he killed her, or used her for whatever other purpose. It may be useful in hurting Stark and the Avengers. Sticking the dagger to the hilt and twisting it. Not killing him, but make him wish he had.

Her companion wasn't any different than her. Brogan was as childish as Raven, ebony skinned, doe eyes, more aesthetically pleasing to the eye but too obnoxious for him. She was loud, bouncing up and down, voluminous curls like metal springs. Loki fought to decipher her babbling with Raven. He had fabricated a story for himself to appease any questions they had for him. He said he was a researcher, mainly for mythology, norse mythology specifically. And it was a good thing too. For Brogan was a writer and had list of questions awaiting him.

"I can't get over how tall you are," Brogan shook her head, "you're like six foot, a million." She gave Raven a wink, "I bet you're happy about that, huh Picasso?"

"You should see him naked," Raven made an approving clicking noise.

Brogan held her head, "Raven you're awful!"

"Wait til you get to know him," she gestured to Henry, who sat smug as Clover watched him. "Vile."

Loki was not fond of animals, he hated the mess and filth they made or left behind in their wake. He had seen Clover the day he "reunited" with Raven and hid his displeasure at the beast. Though he was quite trained, and Raven was courteous enough to put its muzzle on since he was stranger to the dog. It couldn't lick him or make any unnecessary noise. And it knew its place, away from him.

"He can't be as terrible as you," Brogan defended. "I'm on your side," she patted his arm, "Raven's a tyrant."

"Oh I don't think she's that bad."

He expected that this was the right thing to say, Instead both women laughed, Brogan the loudest. She sat beside him, hugging his shoulders.

"You're precious Henry. I never heard anyone sat that about Raven in donkey years." She wiped tiny tears from the corner of her eyes. "In fact," she said in a stage whisper, "between you and me, being a bitch is a good day."

He waited for Raven to make some motion the word insulted her. Instead she bobbed her head, agreeing with her. Not many women took such an insult, as a compliment, it took Loki off guard for a brief second. What kind of woman was Raven? She probably wasn't as innocent as one would think, although she was comfortable being with a man she barely knew, for a three week affair. There was the mystery, she was something, that he had to figure out.

"Now you're scaring him," Raven warned with a grin.

"Oh, he'll catch on," dismissed Brogan. "Are you sure you don't want to cut and run Henry? Last chance."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he smiled at Raven, who turned away, at last flattered.

He was going to unravel her, and then rewire her to his likening. Crack the code and make a new one. He had enough patience and all the time in the world. What am I going to do with you Raven Stark? The glass Brogan had given him was empty and Raven went to refill it. He wanted to follow her, but Brogan was intent on keeping him seated. He was about to hex the girl when her phone rang, and she excused herself to her room.

Raven was a wraith, he could snap her neck with one hand. It was so effortless he wanted it to last. No point in wasting such an opportunity, the daughter of his enemy, who dared threaten him. He dared not waste this. It would be more satisfying if she looked like him, had his eyes or his mouth. However he wouldn't be able to stomach her company if she was more like her father.

"Have I passed your test?" He whispered in her ear.

She jumped, but didn't turn around. "You have... So what do you think about her? Brogan?"

"She's quite a character." He kissed her neck, pulling her close to his front. "Will you come to me tonight, after work?"

She giggled, breathy, "I thought you wanted to take me outside?"

"Who said I won't?" He tilted her head back to steal her lips. "Just not tonight."

She pulled him in deeper, "I expect fireworks and earthquakes."

"I'll give you a war," he growled into her neck.

You're just a wild horse, aren't you Raven? You don't belong to anyone. A shame Stark should learn to keep such a precious mare better guarded. Now I'll have to train you myself. I plan to savor each moment of breaking your spirit, Raven Stark. And riding you until you back breaks.

"Don't get too cozy you two," Brogan tutted at them. "You can jump his bones later."

Though I may kill you sooner than her. Loki smiled for Brogan, ever the charmer.