Veronica's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Her gaze swept over both bewildered women beside Raven, dismissing them as beneath her notice, before returning to him.
"What," she said slowly, each word precisely enunciated, "is the secret of your powers?"
Then she moved.
In one fluid motion, Veronica slid from her seat to the floor of the moving vehicle, kneeling between Raven's spread thighs. Her crimson dress pooled around her like blood, her aristocratic face level with his crotch.
Her hands reached for his belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease.
"Tell me," she demanded, her voice husky. "Tell me how you—"
"Anal."
The single word stopped her cold.
Raven's hand came down, gently but firmly stopping her from unzipping his pants. His other hand reached out, tilting her chin up so she had to meet his eyes.
"I want to bang your little hole," he said calmly. "Turn around."
