I stand there self-consciously for a moment while he stares at me, like he’s considering whether to toss me off a building or run me over with his car. Then his jaw tightens, and he runs a hand through his hair. I’m thinking he’s going to change his mind and save us both from this situation.
Instead, he inhales a breath through his nostrils and fixes me with a heated look.
“Take off your clothes, Liliana,” he orders.
He doesn’t sound like the Rafaelle I’m used to. The one that confessed to adopting a little girl. The one that told me I was a light that would always burn bright.
He sounds like a king of the underworld. Darkness made flesh.
My breath hitches, “Rafaelle…”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
Goosebumps spread across my skin.
Run, run, run, a voice chants in my head.
I have no clue what I’ve just gotten myself into. But I also can’t back out now. I asked for this and I’m going to see it through till the end. So after a quick mental pep talk, I reach for the back of my dress to unzip it.
And then I let the fabric fall to the ground.
The look he gives me sears, hot and cold, making me shiver while heating me up from the inside. My clit tingles for friction, even now, despite the situation I’ve found myself in.
I’m unable to focus on anything else but his presence hyper aware and sensitive about what he’s going to do next.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
RAFAELLE
Liliana is hard to look at. But she’s even harder to look away from.
Her skin practically glows in the low light of the room, her waves of hair spreading around her head in a way that makes my throat tight. I watch as she bites down on the corner of her lips, her breaths soft and hesitant.
I could close the distance between us so easily. I’ve been a fucking saint staying away from her for so long without tasting those lips again.
I don’t move, though. Especially not when I think about her request. The more I do, the more anger thrums beneath my skin.
She wants me to fuck her like I’ve fucked all the other women? She wants me to treat her like she’s not special? Then I’ll grant that request. Despite the hollowness in my throat and the need that feels like second nature to me now.
My gaze drifts down her body, to her lace-covered breasts and the light blue panties she’s wearing. I want to yank the material down and suck her pussy into my mouth. I wanted to devour her like it’s my fucking last meal.
But I can’t do that. Because she asked me to fuck her like the others. And I sure as hell didn’t give those women head.
“When I said take it off, I meant everything, Liliana,” I drawl, watching the rise and fall of her breasts in the bra she has on.
My muscles tighten as I resist the urge to take them off myself. I can’t touch her yet. If I do, every modicum of self-control will vanish and then we’ll both really be fucked.
The expression on her face displays an internal battle. A fight between obedience and the stubbornness that’s second nature to her. In the end, she caves, reaching for her back to unhook her bra. Her full, heavy breasts fall forward, and I feel my breaths start to grow heavy. Her nipples are puckered, hard and practically begging for attention.
I watch in anticipation as she reaches for her panties, but then she pauses.
“You can take this off yourself,” she states, eyes meeting mine, defiance shining through them.
I growl, stalking towards her and wrapping her hair around my fist. I draw her closer in the same movement, my lips ghosting hers.
“There are rules down here, little siren,” I begin harshly. “You don’t speak unless spoken to. Second, you listen to what I say and follow my orders without protest….”
With those words, I rip away her panties with a savage tug that draws a yelp from her. Her breathing intensifies. Her eyes growing half lidded with lust. Still, she maintains eye contact, waiting for my next move. My fist tightens in her hair, drawing her even closer.
