A shiver coasts down my spine as Rafaelle moves inside of me. I hiss a noise of pleasure, bracing my hands on the table as he fucks me hard from behind, each slap of flesh an echo in the quiet room.
This is the first time since I was shot that he’s allowing himself to be rough with me. Rafaelle pulls out, kneads my ass in his hand and after a light smack, he rams back in.
“You feel amazing, Liliana,” he grunts against my back. “You always feel so fucking amazing, baby.”
I push my hips back, needing to feel more of him as he continues to thrust into me from behind. He pulls out and then turns me around so I’m looking into his eyes. I slide up on the desk, providing him with the perfect angle to thrust inside me again
We both groan.
“You like this baby?” he asks
“Y-yes!” is wrenched from my throat.
Rafaelle darts his tongue out and licks the tip of my nose, kisses my cheek before claiming my lips in a passionate kiss. The kiss breaks as his thrusts turn wilder and deeper, until every inch of me can feel him. He reaches down to massage my clit, knowing exactly how close I am.
I come with a violent shake, my clit and pussy throbbing in sync with his touch.
“That’s my girl,” he groans before coming as well. I clutch his arms, needing him to center me and anchor me back to the universe.
When my vision returns, I’m staring directly at his chest. There are words inked there now, when before it used to be just a lion that he and his brothers all share. The words Rafaelle chooses to engrave on his body have all the meaning in the world.
Liliana and Milagro. Both names above his heart.
I cried when I saw it.
“We need to head downstairs,” I remind him through shaky breaths.
He buries his face in my neck, making a low discontent sound, “We can skip dinner and stay in here till they leave.”
“That would be fine, except we’re the hosts and I have a feeling they would know exactly what we’re doing up here,” I say laughing.
Plus, I’m really looking forward to the dinner. I have been for days. A part of me can’t believe I have so many people to call family now. Not just the Vitales, but my brother and my mother and while my other siblings are still estranged, my heart has never felt fuller.
“They all have sex, Liliana. It’s no big deal.”
I slap at his chest, pushing him off me, “We’re having this family dinner. We eloped, so they’re here to celebrate us. The two of us are going to be perfect hosts,capisce?”
He rolls his eyes, “What the fuck do you mean bycapisce?”
He knows exactly what I mean. The word is literally fucking Italian. He’s just annoying. I manage to escape from underneath him, heading towards the closet to get dressed, which was what I was doing before he so rudely interrupted me and bent me over the table.
“Do you think Sofia will attend the dinner? Lindsay mentioned she might come and I want to see if I can pitch the idea to her tonight,” I state.
I was talking to Lindsay recently and when I mentioned that I wanted to become a composer she told me about Sofia who is apparently a talented piano player. Lindsay thinks Sofia might have contacts in the music world or at the very least, get me an in so I can start selling my music.
Especially in the last couple of weeks, I’ve been beyond inspired.
“She might be there, she might not,” Rafaelle says, shrugging.
“My husband, ladies and gentlemen. Such a supportive sweetheart.”
I manage to put on my bra and underwear before reaching for the dress I’m wearing tonight.
Realizing he’s getting on my last nerve, he looks towards me with a smile. I watch as he saunters across the room until he’s standing in front of me, completely naked and sexy as hell. I keep fixating on the tattoo on his chest. I’ll never get over it.
One look and I’m putty in his hands. It’s ridiculous.
“I’m sorry. Even if Sofia can’t help, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure your music charts number one in like all the fucking countries of the world,” he tells me.
