Chapter 9
Anan
Still positioned between Rafael's arms, my head swimming with all the revelations he had just shared about his past and our future together within the cartel, I couldn't help but be struck by how utterly different this conversation was from what I had been expecting.
I thought he was going to keep ridiculing me and make me feel further humiliated, but he was… actually kind of trying to understand me. Maybe I'd been too harsh in my initial judgment.
The way he stroked my skin and cradled me against him was so tender, almost reverent, like he couldn't quite believe I was real. It made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear or panic. It was all about this need to stay with him no matter what.
And the things he was saying—that I was his priority, that I completed him... it sounded too good to be true after all the pain and betrayal in my life. Was I really starting to let myself believe this? That maybe Rafael wasn't just another cruel manipulator out to use me for his own gain? I didn't know, but something was different about me this time, and I kind of liked it.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Rafael chose that moment to trail his fingers down over the bulge of my erection, palming me through my pants with a teasing pressure that made me gasp and arch toward his massive body. A bolt of pleasure shot up my spine at the contact, my cock throbbing urgently against his hand as he rubbed and stroked in just the right way.
"Mmmm, yes," Rafael purred. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I touch this needy little dick." He punctuated his words with another firm squeeze that had my head falling back against the pillow with a guttural moan. It was so good. I couldn't believe he was so proficient in doing that.
I was dimly aware of how debauched I must look right now—lying limp and pliant in Rafael's embrace as he fondled me with expert ease. I'd told myself this wasn't going to happen, but it was.
I was too lost in sensation to care, my mind going hazy with each stroke of his fingers along the sensitive length of my shaft.
"There you go," Rafael encouraged huskily as he continued, his other hand coming up to tease and circle my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Let me see how badly you need it. How much you want everything I can give you right now."
I shuddered and bucked against him, chasing more of that delicious friction even as I clung to his wrists. It was too much and not nearly enough at the same time. Even now, he was still toying with me, and the difference this time was that I didn't mind it.
And I knew I was going to hate myself for what I was going to say next, but I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"P-Please," I whimpered, the word ripped from my throat without conscious thought. "Rafael, please don't stop."
He chuckled darkly in response, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned down to nip sharply at the shell of my ear. "Oh, but we're just getting started, little omega," he growled teasingly. "I'm going to take you apart piece by agonizing piece until you can't even remember your own name."
His voice dropped into a deep, commanding rumble as he pinched and rolled the sensitive buds of my nipples between his fingers, making me cry out in shocked ecstasy at the sharp spikes of pleasure-pain it sent rocketing through my nerves.
"And when I finally drive this thick cock into your needy little hole," Rafael continued hotly as he rubbed and squeezed in just the right places to wring intense shivers from my overstimulated body, "I want you begging so sweetly that there will be no doubt left in either of our minds who you belong to." He punctuated his words with a firm roll of his hips against mine, letting me feel how hard he was for me even through the barriers of clothing separating us.
The thought of him finally sheathing himself inside me, stretching and filling me until I screamed my pleasure for all the world to hear—it was enough to make my head spin. I almost fainted.
The ache at the base of my spine grew unbearably intense as my climax hovered just out of reach, my muscles locking up as I teetered on that razor's edge of oblivion.
"I... I can't," I panted even as I fought against the impending crest, not wanting it to end quite yet but unable to hold back for much longer. "Don't make me cum without you inside me!" The demand was torn from my very soul and I knew with sudden clarity that nothing could ever feel as right as Rafael's cock splitting me open while he poured himself deep within my heart. I never thought I'd ever say something like that to him.
I was dimly aware of the way my words hung in the air between us, a declaration of trust and devotion far more powerful than anything I had ever said aloud.
And I knew with a bone-deep certainty as I gazed up at Rafael's triumphant, adoring face that it was true. I belonged to him completely—body, heart, and soul. Whether through love or coercion was irrelevant in the face of something so absolute and unstoppable. All that mattered was that we were bound together for eternity, two halves of a whole that would never be torn apart. We were destined to be together.
Rafael's eyes flashed with savage satisfaction as he read the surrender in my expression, a feral grin splitting his features as he loomed over me like a conquering king surveying his hard-won prize. "Such a good boy," he rumbled approvingly, his voice deep and thick with lust even as tenderness suffused his gaze. "So quick to learn your place at my feet." He punctuated the words by capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that swallowed me up whole, plundering ruthlessly with tongue and teeth until I was dizzy from lack of air. And to think there was still so much more awaiting me.
When he finally released me long minutes later, gasping for breath as I stared up at him, Rafael simply smirked down at me with smug male pride, one hand coming up to stroke possessively over the wild tangle of my hair. "Now let's see how loud we can make you scream for your alpha." The words were spoken in jest but there was no denying their underlying sincerity as he gazed into my eyes with a heat that stole my breath all over again.
I didn't have time to respond before he kissed me once more, only this time it was deeper, rougher, a claiming that left me with no doubt about who owned me. My body yielded eagerly beneath him, opening up like a flower to the sun as I wound myself around him, desperate for his hands on every inch of skin.
With Rafael continuing to plunder my mouth and pump his hips against mine in a deliberate mimicry of sex, I realized with a sudden sense of wonder that maybe, just maybe, this could be real after all. That somehow during all the pain and heartache, I had found someone who wanted me for more than just my body—someone who saw me as an equal and a partner rather than just a plaything to be used.
It was a dizzying thought but one that filled me with a fragile sort of hope even as Rafael's fingers continued to drive me toward the edge of climax.
His hands moving in a blur, he divested us of our remaining clothes. In a matter of seconds, we were both fully naked.
A few seconds later, as Rafael's thick cock slid into me inch by torturous inch, I felt my body stretching around him like a vice, my walls clenching and fluttering as they tried to accommodate such an imposing presence. It really was almost too much.
The burning stretch was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, the fullness of it making my head spin even as my hips bucked up involuntarily to take him deeper.
I couldn't help but moan raggedly with each thrust, my voice raw and needy as it echoed off the bedroom walls. There was a dull ache deep in my abdomen, the painful pleasure of it only amplifying the electric heat that sparked through every nerve ending as Rafael filled me.
"Are you okay?" Rafael paused his movements for a moment, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of concern and barely restrained lust. I could see him trembling with the effort to hold back, to be gentle despite the instinct urging him on.
I managed to nod even as my fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin like a brand as I clung to him for dear life. I felt stretched to my limit and then some, every nerve in my body alight with sensation as I struggled to adjust to his girth. But even through the pain, there was a deep welling pleasure, an exquisite fullness that made me feel complete in ways I didn't know were possible.
"I'm... I'm fine," I managed to rasp out, my voice thin and wavering. "Just… Don't stop." I punctuated the plea by rolling my hips against his, the movement sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
Rafael's answering groan was low and guttural, making me shiver with desire even as it resonated deep inside me like a physical caress. He started to move again then, slow and deep thrusts that quickly gained in speed and intensity as he lost himself in the tight clutch of my body.
My world narrowed down to nothing but sensation—each drag of his cock along my inner walls, each slap of flesh on flesh as he drove into me over and over. The headboard slammed against the wall with every snap of Rafael's hips, the bed creaking beneath our combined weight. It might break, but I didn't care. I wasn't the one who bought it, after all.
Rafael's hand found my cock as he pistoned above me, his fingers wrapping around the hot flesh and stroking in time with his thrusts. I arched my back until it almost felt like it might snap, my head thrown back as I chased that elusive peak of ecstasy that hovered just out of reach.
"The moment has come. Cum for me," Rafael growled, his voice strained and rough with impending release. "I want to feel you spasm around my cock as I fill you with my seed." His words pushed me over the precipice and I was lost to the waves of pleasure crashing through me.
My vision whited out at the edges as my orgasm hit with the force of a runaway train, my back bowing off the mattress as I screamed Rafael's name to the heavens. Ribbons of blinding ecstasy pulsed from where we were joined, radiating out to set every nerve ending ablaze. I felt myself tighten around Rafael's pistoning length like a vise as I convulsed helplessly in his hold.
Rafael continued his ruthless pounding even as my climax crested and ebbed, driving me through it with an intensity that left me gasping and shaking beneath him. With a final, brutal thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his cock pulsing and twitching against my inner walls as his release surged forth in a scalding flood. And of course, there was his knot. I knew it was going to make its presence known.
We collapsed together a few seconds later, our bodies still intimately connected as we gasped for air and shuddered with aftershocks. Rafael's face was buried in the crook of my neck, his lips moving feverishly over the sensitive skin there even as soft grunts of satisfaction rumbled from deep in his chest.
I could feel the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress, his larger frame enveloping mine like a cage even as the softness of the sheets beneath us cushioned the impact of our lovemaking. It was almost overwhelming to be pinned under his solid bulk, but at the same time, there was something incredibly comforting about it—an assurance that I was safe and cherished in his arms no matter what might happen outside them.
"Mine," Rafael murmured against my skin, the word vibrating through me like a mantra as he licked and nuzzled into my sweat-slicked flesh. There was no denying the possessive note that rang out in his tone or the way his body seemed to instinctively tighten around mine at the very thought of anyone daring to try and take me away from him.
And I loved that about him, as much as I thought I would never admit it.