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The room feels like it’s spinning as she clamps around my cock, constricting me even tighter. I grip my hands around her throat to try to ground myself when I feel my own release coming. Then with Riley’s tight walls sucking at my cock as she comes, I press my forehead tight into hers and fuck my cum as deep inside her as I can get it.
My lips smash onto hers, forcing her to taste herself off my tongue when I thrust it into her mouth and swallow up all the cute little moans she makes for me. Every single part of her shivers— her legs, her arms, even her lips tremble against mine. And if I could live in one moment for the rest of my life, it would be this one, with Riley Hayes shattered beneath me and my cum dripping from her body.
“Ask me?” I rasp, the arch of my hand sliding up her neck to grip her jaw.
She looks a little confused at first. Her cheeks are flustered, and tiny tears seep from her eyes as her teeth sink into her swollen bottom lip.
It’s without any doubt the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
“Your question. Ask me,” I remind her of the deal we struck while trying to catch my breath.
Riley does the same, desperately sucking in air while she thinks hard about what she wants the answer to most.
“You said you saved me from your brother,” she manages, her hands still pressing to my chest, gripping at my open shirt like she’s scared I might run away.
“Yes.” I nod, never more sure of a decision I’ve made until right this second.
“So why haven’t you let me go?” she asks, swallowing nervously. She’s asked me this before, last night by the lake. I’d avoided it because I didn’t like the answer to it.
I still don’t like the fucking answer.
“Raphael, why haven’t you let me go?” she asks again, her eyes full of curiosity and her swollen bottom lip shaking while she nervously waits for my answer.
“Because I can't,” I admit, no longer afraid to show her how weak she makes me because I’ve figured out that when it comes to her… I’m already broken.
Hearing how Rafe struggled to give up the words to me is how I know he meant them.
And I’m in real trouble.
My whole body feels crushed, the pain between my legs still throbs despite him no longer being inside me, and I can’t stop myself from trembling. What just happened between us was beyond anything I could have predicted. The way he’d let me be in control to begin with and then snatched it back just at the right moment. It turns out Rafe was right when he told me he knew what was good for me because despite feeling shattered, I also feel like a huge burden has been taken away from me. It’s a fulfillment so strong I think I could sleep for a week.
Rafe picks up his jacket from the arm of the sofa and drapes it over my shoulders, and as I watch him pull his pants back on, I wonder how things will be between us now.
Did he just prove to me that I am a whore? Because it didn’t feel that way to me. Is he still going to be angry with me?
He surprises me when he leans over my body and scoops me into his arms. The look on his face is unreadable and when I smile a small, grateful smile, he offers me nothing in return. So, I snuggle into his chest and remain silent as he carries me up the stairs and back to my room.
“Take the night off,” Rafe barks at the guard who’s resumed his position outside my bedroom door. My room is dark when he carries me inside, but the moonlight shining through the window guides him toward my bed and he somehow manages to draw back the covers before laying me down. My eyes feel heavy, my limbs are sore, and when I connect with the mattress, I feel like I’ve landed on a cloud.
“Sleep,” he orders, shocking the hell out of me when he rounds the bed and starts to take off his pants.
At first, I think he’s gonna fuck me again, and I panic because I don’t think my body could take him again so soon, and just when I think he can’t shock me anymore, he pulls back the covers on the opposite side of the bed and slips in beside me.
I can’t help staring as I watch him act like this behavior is perfectly normal, laying back on the pillow with both his hands resting behind his head.
“You’re sleeping in here?” I check I’m not imagining this.
“I told you to go to sleep,” he replies sternly, his jaw tight as he stares up at the ceiling and his chest breathing heavily like he’s mad about something.
So without further question, I do as he tells me, closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift into an exhausted sleep with my captor lying beside me.
* * *
When I stir the next morning, I feel so much warmer than usual, and there’s something sturdy against me that isn’t budging. Opening my eyes, I realize that something sturdy is him. My hand is resting on his chest, and my leg is hooked over his hips, and I pull myself up to get a better look at him, taking some time to appreciate how peaceful he looks.
Raphael Verretti may be a total head fuck, but he’s beautiful to look at. His olive-colored skin and his long, dark lashes would have any woman desperate to be lying beside him. I slide my finger down his straight nose, then onto his lips. I like how the bottom one is so much thicker than the top one, and I want it to kiss me all over again. My hand strokes over his chest, following my eyes as they travel down his body. Rafe must work out every day because it’s perfect, and as my fingers trail over his bumpy abs, I risk a peek under the covers.
Yep, every bit as big as I remember…
