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RAOUL
Evelyn Lane’s pussy tightening around my cock feels as perfect as I imagined it would, and watching those pretty tears stream down her cheeks fascinates me.
How can I be the cause of them? How is it possible for someone so special, to hold such strong emotions for a man like me?
I’m selfish asking her to stay, especially knowing that we’ll get torn apart far sooner than we’ll ever be ready. But she’s not the only one who stands to be hurt. This will be every bit as punishing for me as it will be for her.
I’ve wanted her since the day I met her. I’ve never wanted to share my life with anyone else, and I’ve spent the past twelve years trying to distract myself from the fact I’ll have to.
That night I left, I felt like I’d ripped my heart out my chest and put it inside hers, and now I feel it clawing back at me.
I've felt empty ever since, trained myself to believe that love is a weakness, and while I was taking souls and destroying lives in the name of my family, I never felt a shred of empathy.
But doing this to her, setting her up for heartache all over again, makes me feel sick with guilt.
“Don’t fall in love with me,” I tighten the grip I have around her jaw and warn her. I even hear the crack in my voice, but she's far too distracted to take in my words or notice how weak she’s making me. Her cheeks have flushed to the perfect color, her pupils are dilated and she’s trying to catch her breath. I know now that what I saw in that fucking video was faked for him. This, what she’s experiencing right now with me, is real pleasure.
I kiss her shaky lips as I start to move inside her again, rolling my hips into hers and finding the perfect angle. Her nails dig into my back as more moans spill from her mouth into mine, and I wonder how the hell I’ll ever let her go again.
I fist at her hair and bury my head into her neck, thrusting in and out of her slow and firm, and every time she whispers my name, the sting in my chest becomes that little bit more painful.
“I’m gonna… again,” Evelyn pants, her fingertips gripping tighter at my skin, and this time I don’t deny her. I groan loudly, grinding deeper and bringing us both closer to the edge as I thrust faster. I pull back my head so I can watch her fall apart for me, feeling myself becoming instantly addicted to it.
“I own this pussy now,” I tell her as she releases, her walls crushing my cock and coaxing me to offload inside her. And as I squeeze her hair tighter in my fist, pumping her pussy full of my cum, I mean every fucking word I say.
She doesn’t know it yet but she’ll always be mine, even after we’re forced apart. I just have to make sure that this experience will be worth the lifetime of hurt that’s going to cost us.
***
I've never woken up beside a woman before, but I could definitely get used to waking up beside this one. While she lays sleeping, I prop myself up on my elbow and take the time to study every inch of her body. I trace my fingers over all the places I imagined touching her while we were apart and when her eyes start to open, I take pleasure in the fact that I’m the first thing she’ll see today.
“I thought I was dreaming.” She smiles as she stretches out her body sleepily.
“No,” I shake my head at her. Her hair is messy, her eyes are still sleepy and she looks too fucking beautiful not to kiss her.
“You going to let me shower now?” She rolls her eyes brattishly at me, and I decide to let her get away with it just this once. Last night, I refused to let her take a shower, something was satisfying about knowing my cum was still inside her as we fell asleep.
“Maybe after this.” I slide my hand between her legs and start to tease her with my finger, and the cute little mewl she makes somehow gets my dick even harder than it already is.
Her phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand again, and she ignores it the same way she has every other time it’s gone off. Since I have a good fucking clue who it might be, I tear my hand away from her pussy to reach over and answer it.
“Raoul, don—” Evelyn quickly does as she’s told when I shake my head to silence her.
“Hello.” I manage to find a calm tone as I answer, despite wanting to rip the fucker on the other end of the line’s head off his shoulders.
“Who the fuck is this?” Fabian Morretti spits back at me angrily.
“This is Raoul Burlusconi, who is this?”
“You know who the fuck I am, and you know I’m Evelyn's boyfriend. I want to talk to her now. Did you take her?”
“I assure you that Miss Lane is here quite willingly.” I look at her and smile, and she hides her face behind her hands as I continue. “In fact, she’s very comfortable.”
“I want to speak to her right now,” Fabian demands.
I can tell from his tone that he’s starting to lose his temper, so I decide I’ll make him suffer a little more. Switching the phone to speakerphone, I place it on the mattress beside her.
