Chapter 160 No Privacy Without Me
LEITANA
“Mi Ravial, plis let mi go, I need bathroom,” I said, trying to untangle myself from his arms.
His arms only wrapped tighter around me, pulling me flush against his chest like he was afraid I would vanish if he loosened even a little.
“No,” he murmured against my hair, voice low and possessive. “Stay.”
I squirmed, feeling queasy in my stomach but not wanting to tell him. He would worry too much and drive us straight back home. “Mi jus’ need to relieve myself. Two minutes. Plis.”
“I’m coming with you.”
I dragged him a few steps away from Avery and the others, lowering my voice. “No, mi can use the bathroom myself. Yu no need come.”
Ravial’s head tilted, that dangerous little smirk playing on his lips. “I do need to come. Every second you’re out of my sight feels like a waste of time I could be spending touching you.”
“Yu no can follow mi into de bathroom every time!” I hissed, cheeks heating. “What no, yu stay and talk to de family. Comfort dem.”
He gave a small shrug, completely unbothered. “You know I can’t.”
“Why?” I asked, frowning. “Mi notice yu no even look sad. Yu jus’ standing dere like nothing happening.”
Another shrug. “Their pain doesn’t interest me.”
I shook my head, half exasperated, half fond. “Stay here. Mi be back soon.”
I felt his eyes burning into my back the entire way down the hallway. I hurried, glancing around until I found a door that opened into a small bathroom. I slipped inside and closed it quickly.
The moment I was alone, the queasiness hit harder. I dropped to my knees and vomited into the toilet, trying to be as quiet as possible. I wasn’t sure if my husband had followed me and was listening at the door.
When I finished, I looked at the sink and sighed. Black clots mixed with the bile. It wasn’t the first time. I had googled it — morning sickness was normal in pregnancy, but this black stuff wasn’t. I didn’t understand it.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Mi fine,” I whispered to myself. “Mi well.”
I washed my mouth thoroughly, flushed, and straightened up just as the door opened.
Ravial stepped in, eyes immediately going from me to the sink (thankfully already flushed clean). I put my hands on my waist and glared at him.
“Yu no wait jus’ two minutes, mi Ravial?”
He closed the distance in one stride, cupped my face gently, and wiped the corner of my lips with his thumb before leaning in to kiss the same spot.
“No, my love,” he murmured against my skin, voice low and rough. “If we are in the same place, I can’t bear being away from you. Not even for two minutes.”
I blushed hard, heart fluttering despite myself. “Mi need privacy sometimes.”
“There is no privacy without me, my lamb,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “You will have to live with that.”
His hand slid down to rest possessively over my stomach. He kissed my forehead, then leaned closer, lips brushing my ear as he whispered in that deep, velvet voice that always made my knees weak:
“I want to eat you up, my lamb… slowly,” he whispered, voice dropping into that rough growl.
“Right here. Spread you open on this counter and bury my face between your thighs until you’re shaking and begging and the only thing left in your pretty head is my name. I want to taste every sweet drop of you while the rest of the world grieves outside. Would you let me?”
Heat flooded my body. My thighs pressed together instinctively as butterflies exploded low in my belly, mixing with the lingering queasiness.
My face burned hotter. I pushed at his chest lightly, trying to sound stern. “No, mi Ravial, behave. People are outside grieving. Have some decency.”
He huffed a low, dark laugh against my neck, nipping lightly at the skin there.
“If you were in my shoes,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower, “and you had to look at you all day, this soft body, this sweet scent, this perfect little mouth that says such innocent things while I know exactly how it sounds when you’re falling apart on my cock, you would want to be inside you all the time too and every second too. You would want to fuck you slow and deep until you forget how to breathe without you. You would want to keep you dripping and full and marked so no one else ever dares look at what’s yours.”
I shivered, pressing my thighs tighter together. The words painted such vivid pictures that my body reacted even though my mind was trying to scold him.
“Yu wicked,” I breathed, but my voice came out breathy and weak.
He kissed the shell of my ear, hand still warm and heavy on my stomach.
“Only for you,” he murmured. “Always only for you.”
He nipped my earlobe before pulling back just enough to look at me with that intense, blindfolded gaze. “And you love it.”
I couldn’t deny it. Even now, with everything going on outside, my body was reacting to him like it always did, traitorous and hungry.
I leaned into him despite myself, heart racing, body tingling with that dangerous mix of love and lust only he could pull out of me so easily.
Even in the middle of all this sadness, mi Ravial still found a way to make me feel wanted.
Desired.
Completely his.
And God help me… I loved every second of it.
“…So yes, that’s why I had my sister’s husband bring you guys here,” Avery was saying as we walked back into the living room.
She turned to look at me, her eyes swollen, fat and red. I knew if she kept crying like this she was going to get sick. I sighed softly and looked at the mother and sisters. They were all seated now, eyes red with tears and still heavy with shock from everything they had been told.
I pulled away from Ravial’s side and went to Janette. I knelt by her feet, placing a gentle hand on her knee. More tears streamed down her cheeks, and it felt like a knife was twisting in my chest.
“Mi so sorry,” I whispered, voice soft. “Nothing is going to happen to Mathew. We will save him. We will put Charles behind bars where he belongs. Mi deeply sorry… no amount of sorry will bring Leroy back, but we will make sure justice is done for him. We will not stop until Charles pays for everyting he did.”
Janette looked down at me, her face wet and broken. She nodded slowly, lips trembling.
“D… do they know where Leroy’s body is?” she asked, voice cracking.
I glanced up at Ravial for a brief second, then turned back to her.
“No, ma’am,” I said gently. “Not yet. But when we get Charles behind bars, we will make him tell us. We will find Leroy and give him a proper resting place. Mi promise.”
Janette’s shoulders shook with another sob. She reached down and placed her hand over mine, squeezing weakly.
“Thank you… thank you, child.” she whispered. “Thank you for telling us the truth… even if it hurts.”
Allison wiped her face, voice hoarse. “We just… we just want our brother back. Both of them.”
I stayed there, letting her hold my hand while fresh tears fell from her eyes. The room was heavy with grief and my heart ached for all of them.
Ravial stood a few steps away, watching everything in silence. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, that intense, protective gaze that never left me for long.
After a few minutes, I stood up slowly and went back to his side. He immediately wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“You okay, my lamb?” he asked quietly, voice low enough for only me to hear.
I nodded against his chest, even though my own eyes were still wet. “Mi fine… just sad for dem.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, his hand rubbing slow circles on my back.
“You carry too much,” he murmured. “Their pain is not yours to fix.”
“Mi know,” I whispered. “But mi can’t help it.”
He didn’t argue. He just held me tighter, letting me lean on him while the Foster family tried to process the terrible news.
The room stayed heavy and quiet, filled with soft sobs and whispered words of comfort.
But through it all, Ravial never let me go.
And somehow, even in the middle of all this sadness, his arms felt like the safest place in the world.