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“Christ. Sit down, Sofia.”
“I’m going to bed.” I moved toward the door.
“No, you’re not.”
His chair scraped across the floor, and just as I reached the door, he caught my arm. He spun me around. I collided with his chest and bounced off and would have fallen if he hadn’t had a hold of me.
“You are so good at running away, aren’t you? You just up and walk away when it suits you. When things get tough. Let’s see, this is the third time now. First, there was your trip to the winery, next was Venice, and now this.”
“I wasn’t running away from you. Not when it was Venice. And you had made it pretty clear you didn’t want me when I went to the winery.”
“And didn’t I make it pretty clear that you were wrong when I came after you?”
“You never said it, Raphael.”
“Don’t actions matter to you? Does the fact that I came after you each time not prove anything to you? The fact that I’m here, still, through all of this? It sure as hell does to me.”
I stopped fighting and bowed my head, leaning my forehead against his chest.
“Sofia, I love you. How many times can I tell you that before you believe it?”
I looked up at him, his gaze holding me, keeping me, even more powerfully than his hands held me physically.
“How in hell can I make this more obvious?”
He walked us backward until my back hit the wall.
“You know what I want to do most right now?”
He lifted me up, tilting my legs so I wrapped them around him.
“What I want to do most right now—”
He unzipped his jeans, never losing eye contact with me, shoved the nightshirt I wore up to my waist, and slid the crotch of my panties over.
“Is to drive into you against this wall.”
As if to make his point, he did just that, thrusting his thick length inside me, making me gasp as he stretched me too fast.
“I want to fuck you so hard, you scream my name and wake the fucking neighborhood.”
I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, breathing short and fast as he pumped before carrying me to the table to lay me on it. He tore my panties off and pushed my knees wide. With one hard thrust, he drove into me and planted his hands on either side of my face.
“I want to fuck you so hard it hurts, Sofia. I want you to feel me for days. I want you to know you belong to me. You will always belong to me.”
“Raphael.”
But he wouldn’t let me pull him to me. Instead, he gripped my thighs and pushed them painfully wide.
“No. Feel it. Feel me. You’re too fucking stubborn to fuck softly. You need it good and hard, don’t you?”
He moved differently now, my pussy so wet, he slid in and out easily.
“Is that right?”
The cocky grin was back on his face.
“You need it hard?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Truth. Always truth.”
He drew out of me.
“No,” I whined, looking at his thick cock wet with my arousal.
He grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me down to my knees.
“On your knees, Sofia. Suck my cock. Fucking worship it if you want it inside you again.”
He didn’t give me a moment to think, to react, not a single second. Instead, with his hand gripping my hair, he slid himself into my willing mouth, thrusting in and out fast and hard. True to his word, he wanted me to feel him, to know he owned me. To know he liked hurting me a little.
“I should come all over your pretty little face.”
Instead, though, he drew himself out of my mouth and lifted me to my feet. He claimed my mouth, moaning as he kissed me, his tongue inside, one hand in my hair, the other kneading my ass.
He pulled back and, without ever taking his eyes from mine, ripped my nightshirt off.
“You need to be naked more often.”
He looked down at me, leaning forward so he could take one nipple into his mouth, then the other, sucking hard, drawing out each nipple in turn with his teeth.
“I need you inside me,” I managed, reaching for him, drawing him to me. “Please.”
He straightened, grinning, and bent me over the table. Gripping my hips in either hand, he spread me open and slid his cock into my pussy and his finger into my ass.
“Fuck me, Raphael. Hard. Make me come.”
He did. No more words, just fucking. Just taking and owning and hurting me a little, making it feel so damn good. He swelled inside me, and when he wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and squeezed, I came. I came so hard that when I closed my eyes, I saw stars, and when he squeezed harder, I thought I’d die, I’d stop breathing, that I’d never be able to catch my breath again.
