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“You never answered me when I asked you if there was more to tell me about the consummation. I’ve been thinking about it, and it doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t stand to gain by requiring that. There was something else, wasn’t there?” I knew there was from the look on his face. “What did you give up for me to have time with my sister?”
“Five percent.”
“What?”
“I get forty-five percent now. Not the full fifty.”
“For those few days she can be here?”
He nodded and switched on the shower.
“Raphael, you did that for me?” He didn’t have to. He hadn’t had to do anything for me. I went to him but when he turned, I saw how his face had hardened.
“I told you once; don’t make a saint out of me. I’m not that, Sofia.”
His words startled me. “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what I said.”
“I want Lina to stay. I want to be her legal guardian,” I blurted out before I could chicken out.
“Stay? As in here with us?”
“She’ll be eighteen in two years. And she’s self-sufficient, not like a child—”
“I’m not worried about that. What makes you think your grandfather will allow that?”
“I’m going to ask him.”
“No.” He shook his head. “You can’t see him again. I forbid it.”
“You forbid it?”
“He’s my enemy, Sofia, which makes him your enemy. Didn’t what you saw with your own eyes prove that yesterday?”
“Exactly why I need to work out for my sister to stay here with me. I don’t feel safe sending her back with him.”
He shook his head, stepped into the shower, and picked up the shampoo.
“Raphael! I’m talking to you.”
“I’m late for a meeting.”
“What meeting? What is with all your meetings?”
“I can make some time for a quick fuck in the shower, though.”
He grinned, that arrogance I hated back.
I flipped him off and walked out of the bathroom, slipped his T-shirt over my head, and ran for it to my bedroom, not wanting to bump into anyone until I’d showered. It took him all of two minutes to follow me, dripping and naked, down the hallway. At my door, he gripped my arm and pushed me inside, slamming it shut behind us.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again, understand?”
“Which part, this?” I gave him the finger again. “Or the walking away?”
He squeezed my arm, his mouth tightening. “You want to play after all?”
I narrowed my eyes, but my heart pounded at the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. I always seemed to forget my inexperience. Forget his power.
Or maybe I just thought things had shifted between us last night.
“We can play.”
He turned me and pushed me over the footboard of the bed.
I made to get up, but he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades and kept me down, then shoved the T-shirt up over my back and spread my legs apart before coming to stand between them. I felt him then, felt his hardness at my ass, and as much as I didn’t want to, as much as I wanted to stay angry, my body was responding, like it always did to Raphael.
“You have a great ass, Sofia,” he said, then slapped it once.
“Ow!”
“Keep your face on the bed.”
He twisted my hair around his hand and leaned over me.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Seems to be the story of our lives.”
He slapped my hip again.
“Stop!”
“You going to keep your head down?”
He squeezed his fist, and I nodded. When he straightened, I stayed as I was. His hands came to my ass and spread me open.
“A very fuckable ass,” he said, fingers caressing me, holding me wide.
I made a sound, embarrassed, and buried my face in the bed.
“And your cunt is always dripping for me, isn’t it?”
“I hate you,” I muttered.
“That’s not true.”
In the next moment, his tongue was licking the length of me, from my sex to my ass, circling there, then sliding back over the lips of my sex.
“I’m going to fuck every hole, you know that, right?”
I swallowed, more aroused than I liked.
He licked again, this time, pressing his tongue against my ass.
“Stop.”
“Don’t worry.”
He straightened, his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Not that one yet.”
He dipped his cock inside, and I arched my back, biting my lip.
Fuck. That first moment, when he first entered me…fuck.
“You want to come, don’t you?” He moved slowly in and out. “You like being fucked.”
I swallowed, gripped the bedcover, and refused to answer. Too humiliated to let him know how turned on I was.
“Not this morning, though,”
His hand in my hair, he drew me up, held me to him with his cock still buried inside me.
“Consider it your first punishment. A relatively easy one.”
He slipped out and turned me around to kiss me once, then pushed me to my knees.
I looked at him, at his cock before me, slick with my juices.
