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“Why haven’t you raped me yet?” Another question blurts from my mouth before I have the ability to stop it, and it causes Rafe to stop dead in his tracks. I feel his anger before he even turns around, and he slams the plates down on the island so hard it's a miracle that they don’t smash. When he turns to face me, his wild, furious eyes focus hard on mine.
“What makes you think I would rape you, Riley?” he asks, with barely any control left in his voice.
“Everything you said to your brother when we were in that cell. You said you wanted to ruin me, to break me, and to fuck me so hard I prayed for God's mercy.” I recite his words back to him as I stand up and step toward him. My confidence seems to build with every step I take closer.
Rafe’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he looks down my body, and that tick he makes with his jaw when he’s irritated causes my insides to throb.
My breath gets caught in my mouth when he moves impulsively, lifting me off my feet and slamming me onto the kitchen island just as harshly as he had the plates.
His hips force my legs apart, and I do nothing to resist him as he stands between them. We’re eye level now, and his pupils swirl with threat and desire as he pierces them into mine.
“You take too much pleasure in trying my patience, Briga,” he tells me cruelly, ruining another one of his shirts when he tears the front of this one open too.
I suck in more oxygen as his dark eyes follow the index finger he lightly trails along the opening of the shirt, all the way from my collar to my stomach. My heart beats out of my chest, and my pussy weeps for his attention as his touch nears it. I crave this man’s touch like a drug, and he’s giving it to me in such small doses that I’m close to begging him for more.
But I won’t.
His finger reaches the waist of my panties, and his hand makes a diversion as it slides around my hip, taking a firm hold and thrusting me closer to him. I feel him resting between my thighs, stiff beneath his denim and teasing against my lace. And I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning, or worse, pleading with him to give me more.
Rafe’s free hand moves up my neck, his fingers curling into my hair to cradle my head behind my ear.
“I want so much more from you than that, Riley,” he whispers into my ear, and his thumb presses into my hip bone so deep that I feel it bruising.
“When I fuck you, it will be because you’ve submitted yourself to me. Not because I force you.”
I should tell him that he will be waiting for that day to come forever because it won’t happen. But I don’t have that much faith in myself. Not while he’s holding me like this, and my body is screaming out for him.
His low, breathy voice sets off a trigger that has me mercilessly rubbing myself against the front of his jeans, and it drives me insane when he doesn’t react to it.
“I’d like you to spend the evening with me,” he admits as his hands slip away from me, and when he takes a step back, I instantly miss his contact. “We could take a walk outside together or watch something on television.” He shrugs his shoulders, acting like he’s suddenly turned shy.
I want to pull him back onto me, wrap my body around his, and sub-fucking-mit my soul. But I’ve already given this man far too much. I won’t give him that too.
“Sure.” Sliding off the island, I manage to keep myself composed.
I’m wet between my legs, and my skin feels like it's on fire, but I’ll be damned if I’m about to let him know that.
“I’ll go get my shoes.” I try to walk instead of scurrying as I leave the room and Rafe behind me. And it’s not until I’m alone in the hall that I allow myself to breathe out all the frustration I’ve been holding in.
“Something got you flustered, Briga?” Ricardo’s voice reaches me just before he steps out of the shadows beneath the staircase. He’s got a smug grin on his face that I want to claw off with my fingernails.
“Fuck you, Ricardo.” I purposefully don’t answer his question, keeping my head held high as I rush past him to go get my shoes.
I could have taken her right there, and she’d have thanked me for it. Riley isn’t as good at deception as she thinks she is. Her eyes give her away almost as much as that needy little body of hers.
I’ll give her credit for one thing, though. She is the master of distraction. She somehow managed to turn all the conversation on me during dinner, and I’ve learned very little about her other than the fact she’s fiercely protective of her brother.
I wait for her in the hall while she goes upstairs to get her shoes. If I was treating her like any of the girls I’ve trained in the past, she wouldn’t be permitted them. She’d be crawling instead of walking, trained to my heel, and receive lashes if she didn’t obey. The thought of Riley on her hands and knees, with her ass up, does nothing to calm down my cock.
She appears a few moments later, her hand sliding along the banister as she races down the stairs like an excited child. I know how much Riley likes the garden. Before her little hunger strike, she’d spend hours outside, roaming the lawns and laying in the sun.
I enjoyed watching her. It’s all I seem to be doing these days. Admiring Riley from a distance is the safest option while I learn how to get a hold of myself.
For once, I’m the one who needs to be tamed because being around Riley Hayes reminds me of everything I could have had and everything I lost.
She feels like a second chance, one that I’m determined to get right.
When she reaches the bottom step, I offer her my arm, and the poor girl wears a dreamy smile on her face as I lead her out to the garden through the conservatory. The gravel path is lit up with twinkling lights, and the way they glow around Riley is so painfully beautiful. I want to feel her hair slip between my fingers and kiss her lips until they swell.
