His hand finds the clasp at my back.
“You’re my boss.” The words come out breathless. “You’re a criminal. This is?—”
“This is you making a choice.” The clasp releases with a soft click. “Feel it. All of it.”
The bra falls away.
Instinct takes over. I move to cover myself—hands crossing over my chest in some last grasp at modesty, at control.
He catches my wrists. Pins them above my head with one hand.
“No hiding.” His eyes travel down my body. “Not from me. Not anymore.”
My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it everywhere. But there’s something else underneath the fear. Something hot and reckless and completely unlike me.
He lets go of my wrists.
I don’t move them.
“Good girl.”
There it is again. Those two words.
His mouth finds my neck. Teeth grazing. Tongue soothing. Then he moves lower.
I thought he’d be fast. Rough. Take what he wanted and be done with it.
I was wrong.
He moves with intention. Every touch is a question my body answers before my brain catches up. His hands skim down my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, and I arch into him like I’m begging.
Maybe I am.
His mouth closes around my nipple. I gasp—sharp, involuntary—and my fingers dig into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop. His tongue circles, teeth tugging just hard enough to make me whimper.
“Raffaele—”
“Not yet.”
He moves to the other side. Takes his time there too. I’m squirming now, hips lifting off the mattress, searching for friction he won’t give me.
His mouth travels further. Across my ribs. Down my stomach. His fingers hook into my underwear and drag them down—his eyes never leaving my face.
I’m naked now. Bare beneath him. Nowhere to hide.
He settles between my legs, then looks up at me with those dark eyes.
“Say please.”
The audacity. The absolute fucking audacity.
I could give him what he wants. Let the word slip out, soft and needy, the way he clearly expects. Let him have this victory along with everything else he’s taken tonight.
But I can’t. I won’t. If I’m going to lose myself in this, I’m not going to make it easy for him.
“Go to hell.”
He laughs against my inner thigh. The vibration shoots straight to my core.
