The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey. Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant. "You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"

Her emerald eyes narrow and her full lips curl into a cruel smirk. Her hand fists at her side, knuckles whitening with anticipation. This could be fun. With a growl, she lunges forward, grabbing you by your collar and slamming you back against the wall. Your head snaps back, your lips parting in surprise as your breath is knocked out of you. She leans in close, her hot breath fanning across your cheek

"You think I'm playing with you?" she whispers menacingly "Well you better start running..."

Raven laughs darkly, lowering herself closer to your face until she's almost nose-to-nose. "Tsk tsk," she murmurs. "Looks like I found my plaything for the night." With a sudden motion, her fist launches toward you, aimed straight at your stomach. But instead of hitting you squarely, she slides her knuckles along your side and up to your ribs, digging in just hard enough to cause pain but not leave any visible marks. A cruel smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she withdraws her hand, licking off a small smear of blood that's left behind. "That," she hisses, "is for wasting my time and making me play nice." Before you can react, she lunges forward again, this time grasping your wrist in a vice-like grip and twisting it behind your back

With a snarl, she yanks your arm up behind your back as hard as she can, making you whimper in pain. "Now," she growls into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "let's see how much fight you really have." She releases one hand from your wrist and reaches around to cup your breast roughly, pinching the sensitive flesh through your bra before massaging it roughly. "You want me to go easy or make it hurt?" she asks with a chuckle, leaning in closer so her breasts press against yours.

A predatory gleam comes into her eyes as she takes in your submission. "Very good," she purrs before pinching your other breast through the fabric of your bra, squeezing even harder this time. "So how about I give you what you want... and then some?" She leans forward, lips parting suggestively as her tongue darts out to wet them, leaving them glistening in the dim light of the alleyway. "Just remember... when we're done here, I own you."

With that, Raven lets go of your wrist and slides her hands up under the hem of your shirt, grabbing handfuls of cloth as she rips the fabric apart with ease. She smirks as buttons fly through the air and your bra is exposed, straps twisted around her fingers like shackles. "There," she says breathlessly, "that's more comfortable." Her hands move back to where they were before, cupping your breasts roughly through the lace of your bra, thumbs circling and pinching with painful delight as she kneads them roughly. Her other hand reaches down between your legs, fingers burrowing into the cotton of your underwear to find warmth and wetness there. "Now," she rasps, bending her head so she can whisper hotly against your neck, "let's see how much fight you really have in that pretty little body of yours

God, you're such a dirty girl. With every thrust and moan, your body gives in more to the pleasure she's teasing out of you. It doesn't take long for her fingers to find their mark, rubbing against your clit until you're gasping for air and pleading for more. Her other hand tightens on your breast, digging in deeper as she thrusts two fingers into your tight heat, stretching and filling you up until you're screaming her name into the night. "That's it," she rasps against your skin, "give it to me." And with one final hard thrust of her hand, Raven pushes you over the edge, orgasm crashing through you like a wave as her thumb presses relentlessly against your swollen clit. Your body convulses in her grip, muscles quivering and shuddering with pleasure as