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“Maria Collins is a very renowned interior designer. She likes to invite people into her home to admire her things and tell her how wonderful she is,” Rafe explains.
“And you use her?” I ask.
“No!” He turns his head and shakes it at me defensively. This man is far too easy to offend.
“You said that you buy, you improve, and then you sell. I assumed an interior designer would play a fundamental role in that,” I point out, facing away from him to look out the window. I have no idea what’s gotten into him since I took the courtesy of thanking him. Silly me for thinking some gratitude would be well received.
His heavy sigh is followed by his hand sliding onto my knee, and his bare flesh against mine instantly sets a tingle over my skin.
“I didn’t mean to snap,” he rasps quietly, though he doesn’t sound apologetic at all.
“Why are you so tense?” I throw him a side glance, trying to ignore the heat flushing under my skin where he’s touching me.
“I don’t like parties. I only go to them out of obligation.” His hand slowly slips up the inside of my thigh, stopping just before his fingertips disappear under my dress. I hold my breath, anticipating how they might feel, skimming the front of my panties. But he closes his eyes like he’s disappointed in himself and moves his hand away.
“Why are you scared of me?” I blurt out, curious but mostly frustrated. Which, given the scenario, I’m in, is really screwed up. Maybe my chat with Sylvia earlier has given me too much confidence. Or perhaps I just want to provoke a reaction from him. Rafe can play games and make as many threats as he likes, but something holds him back from taking what he wants from me.
“Scared of you?” he sniggers cruelly. “I think you give yourself too much credit.” His eyes look down his nose at me.
“Yes, scared of me.” I stand strong, despite my stomach being in knots. “I think that you fear losing control.” I put my prediction to him bluntly. “And I think you’re scared you’ll hurt me.”
“I’m not scared of you, Riley, and believe me, I wouldn’t worry about hurting you.” Rafe is close to losing his temper. I can feel that thin cord of restraint stretching to its limit.
“Well then, why don’t you take what you want?” I make sure I look him in the eyes and try to keep the tremble from my voice.
“You’re very confident tonight, Riley Hayes.” Hearing him say my full name for the first time makes my pulse quicken. It’s distracting enough for me to be startled when he grabs my arm and roughly drags me onto the floor in front of him. He stretches his legs open, and I manage to balance myself on my knees as he positions me between his thighs.
“Let’s put that confidence to the test, shall we?” He licks his lip and watches my reaction as he unzips the front of his tuxedo pants. His palm slides under the waistband of his boxer shorts and rubs over his cock while he watches my reaction. He gets a good one when he pulls himself free, holding his cock in his fist and displaying it to me. My mouth dries, and I swallow thickly because Rafe is huge… The thing must reach past his belly button, and I watch in wonderment as his fist makes long, forceful strokes up and down his thick, lengthy shaft. I’d struggle to wrap my hand around that, let alone take it inside me.
Rafe watches me, watching him. His teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip as his eyes penetrate mine, and though my stomach flutters with nerves, my fingers long to reach out and touch him. My mouth craves the taste of the glistening tip that pushes through the tight fist he’s made, and I glance over my shoulder at the partition between us and the front of the car, wondering if Ricardo or the driver has any idea what’s going on here.
“They can’t hear us,” Rafe says, grabbing my braid in the hand that isn’t working his cock and forcing my attention back onto him.
“Who’s looking scared now, Riley?” He smiles at me wickedly, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip before using my braid to tug me closer. Close enough that my lips are almost on it, and it takes all my willpower not to reach out my tongue and touch him with it.
“Do you want it?” He looks down at himself and slides his thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering what's leaked and smearing it over my lips.
I find myself nodding as my tongue automatically slips through them to get a taste of him.
This satisfies him. He smiles at me again before returning his hand to his cock.
“Where do you want it, Riley?” His fist pumps faster, the long hard strokes making his cock look even more intimidating.
“My mouth,” I admit, closing my eyes shamefully. I can still taste him on my tongue. My lips are sticky, and I want more of it. Rafe’s hand grips into my hair tighter, nearing the point of pain, but I like the shiver it sends down my spine.
“And inside me,” I add because, despite his size and how intimidating it looks, my insides suddenly feel hollow.
“Is that an invitation or a demand?” he toys with me, again using my words from yesterday back at me in the glory of his defeat.
I scowl at him, refusing an answer.
“I think you’d like me to lose control with you, Riley.” Rafe’s voice comes out strained. “I think you want me to make you hurt. You want me to fuck the innocence out of your pretty little body until you scream for me to stop.”
I feel myself nodding back at him involuntarily.
“And that is exactly why I won’t.” His words come out of nowhere, spearing into me like an icicle.
“You forget too easily who holds the power between us.” He continues to jack himself so hard that I see the tension in his knuckles. “I may keep you well and ensure you're fed and comfortable, but I starve you of what you really need, Riley.” His eyes narrow at me.
