Goddamn, I adored the woman, far too much so.
She continued clinging to me, her lips pursed together and I waited, watching, my hunger off the charts as her purrs turned into ragged moans. As her body convulsed, I captured her mouthto keep her from screaming. For a few precious seconds, we rocked together as her single climax lingered.
As soon as I pulled her lips free, she mumbled a few words, her smile brightening the drab prison as only she could do.
I rose onto my forearms, my instinct telling me our time together was running out. She lolled her head to the side, her eyelids closed. I wanted her to remember the moment in real time. “Look at me, Rafaela.”
As if in a dream state, she finally opened her eyes, offering a slow and easy smile.
“You will hear things about me, some true, some not true, but never forget, I am a brutal killer.”
“Why are you telling me this? I don’t need you to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying. That’s something you need to know.”
“Understood.” Yet the single word was whispered, said in a way that let me know she was still disbelieving.
“You deserve more in your life. Find and take it. Promise me.”
“What if I want you?”
“Promise me.”
The crack of her voice was nothing I was used to giving a shit about. “Fine. Yes. Who would do this to you? Who would try and destroy you?”
Her question was one for the ages. “I don’t know, my angel, but I will find out. Betrayal is not something I will tolerate. From anyone.”
She never blinked again as I fucked her, driving deep inside with long and steady strokes until I began to lose the battle of control.
When the stamina fell away, my needs overcoming everything else, I lost it, throwing my head back as I filled her with my seed.
The ache continued, the pure, raw satisfaction more intense than I remembered feeling. With a slow drop of my head, I noticed her eyes were shimmering with tears.
A single drop slipped past her long, dark eyelashes, which I gathered with my finger, bringing the tip to my mouth. Her one sob tore through me in ways I wasn’t used to.
There were no words to soothe her simply because there were none that would make any sense. This was nothing but a measure of time and at some point, perhaps she’d forget.
Maybe there were things to say, but the strange sound coming from her duffle bag brought fear to her sultry eyes. Her grip on my arms was painful and she suddenly appeared frantic.
“That’s my friend. I asked her to tell me if anyone was looking for me. You need to wait until the party dies down. The guests will be leaving in about an hour. Just don’t do anything until then.”
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“They’ve been watching me. Every move. I need to get back, but there’s a chance they’ll scour the grounds. Just wait for a little while until I can reappear and pretend that everything is okay.”
I allowed her to scramble out from under me. Only then did I notice there was blood on the inside of her thighs.
Did I feel bad for taking her virginity? I should.
But I didn’t.
And no matter what fate had in store for either one of us, a part of her would always belong to me.
As I stood, I thought about how to handle the situation.
“I brought one more thing you’ll need.”
“What’s that, birthday angel?”
