Chapter 27 Rafael #2
She shakes her head with a sigh. ‘Okay, fine. You want to know what it’s like to have the one family member you have taken from you?
And what it’s like to have the press make out the person you love more than anything in the world is a criminal?
Or that people will tell you how disgusting he is and look at you like they expect you to agree with them? You want to know all of that?’
I hold her eyes, and her chest rises with angry breaths as she continues.
‘And you want to know what it’s like to fight every day since he was convicted, searching for something that will help him?
Something that will finally bring him home, where he belongs.
But getting nowhere because you’re not smart enough?
You don’t . . . you don’t understand what it’s like to lose your father. ’
Guilt bites low and vicious at my gut as her face falls.
‘You’ve been looking into his case?’ I ask.
Her expression hardens and she presses her lips together before nodding.
‘And how’s that going?’
She grimaces.
‘You’re resourceful. Not to be underestimated. You’ll be making progress, even if you think you’re not,’ I say.
Her expression softens from my compliment, even though I can tell she’s fighting against it. She’s a beautiful thorn that they won’t see coming. Sideline them with beauty, then slash them at the knees. She doesn’t realise the power she has.
‘Stop being nice to me, it’s weird.’
‘You’d rather I was an arsehole?’
‘I’d rather you told the truth.’
‘The truth is I thought your father was guilty, and now I don’t. It’s as simple as that.’
She falls into silence as she processes my words, then finally she whispers, ‘Thank you. I appreciate that. And for you to finally believe in him gives me hope that other people will too. I thought you were a lost cause because, yeah, I agree, you are an arsehole at times.’
‘I like to think I have some redeeming traits.’
‘Debatable.’ A tiny smile plays on her lips as she returns to watching her programme.
I chuckle, then carry on answering work emails until the closing credits roll.
Groaning, I roll my neck out.
‘You okay?’ Aurora asks.
‘Fine. I just don’t understand why you want to sit on the floor when there’s a perfectly good sofa behind us.’
‘Aww, is it making your old bones hurt?’
The return of her usual snarkiness has heat spreading through my chest.
‘Thirty-nine isn’t prehistoric, and my bones are fine. But I appreciate your concern.’
Her eyes catch mine and she smirks, making my own lips twitch. She looks at me for a few seconds, then returns her attention to the TV.
‘Means you do like me,’ I murmur quietly, returning to my work.
‘Tolerate,’ she corrects. ‘And that’s being generous.’
This time my lips curl into a smile. ‘I’ll take it,’ I say, opening up another email.
It disappears as the lid is closed by a slender hand.
‘You’ve been working long enough,’ Aurora announces.
Her eyes spark with something that sends blood racing to my dick.
‘I always work in the evenings,’ I say, carefully placing my laptop on the floor and pushing it away, my eyes fixed firmly on hers.
‘Even if you have company?’
‘I rarely have company.’
Her eyes widen, then narrow in suspicion. ‘Are you telling me you don’t bring all your dates here? That I’m not about to sleep in a bed that hundreds of women have slept in before me?’
I drag in a slow breath, my voice lowering to a rough husk.
‘You unpacked in my room?’
Her cheeks flush. ‘I might have.’
‘You might have?’ I echo. ‘Because I asked you to?’
‘Because for some reason I can’t explain, I . . . wanted to.’
‘We can work on helping you explain those reasons.’
She shuffles a little closer. ‘We can?’
I swallow, fighting the desire to pull her to me. I want her to come to me herself. To give in to what her body’s telling her to do. And to accept that she and I are inevitable. That even if she fights it, I’ll be here, fighting for her to see it right back.
We’ve gone from hating, to fucking, to tolerating.
It’s progress.
And I intend to keep progressing until I get exactly what I want – her. Not just in her videos. But in my arms. In my bed. In my life.
Mine.
I sit completely still, making her do all the work. I want her to understand that she’s choosing this. That she wants this.
Like the perfect little beauty she is, she leans closer, parting her lips in invitation.
‘Rafael. That night you and I . . .’ She pauses, her words coming out breathy and needy. ‘I keep thinking about it. I—’
‘Have you touched yourself?’
Her eyes widen. ‘What?’
‘Have you touched yourself whilst thinking about it?’
Bloody hell, the thought of her making herself come to the memory of me . . . it’s . . . I inhale, my fingers tingling with the need to touch her.
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. And nods.
Fuck it, my willpower isn’t the stuff of legends. I’m a man whose future is in front of him with her little tits straining against her top, the outline of her nipples visible through it, and aquamarine-blue eyes rapidly hazing over with unconcealed lust.
She wants me. And damn it, I crave her.
‘I’ve thought of nothing else since,’ I growl. ‘You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve thought about it. Wondering if you were doing the same.’
I grab the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine and claiming it the way I’ve wanted to ever since she walked through my front door.
She gasps against my mouth like my urgency has shocked her. But it’s all an act, because the moment my tongue slides against hers she’s clambering into my lap and straddling me like she can’t get the feel of my hard, straining dick between her legs fast enough.
‘Oh God,’ she mewls, grinding herself down on it.
I keep kissing her, shoving her dress up over her hips roughly, and sliding my hands over her exposed arse cheeks. I sink my fingers into her flesh and bring her down harder on my dick.
‘You want to fuck me again, Beauty? Is that it?’
‘No,’ she whimpers, kissing me back harder.
‘You can admit you like me. Admit you want me to slide your little panties to one side and take my cock out.’
‘No,’ she whines again, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, whilst desperately bucking her hips.
Warmth seeps through my trousers and underwear, and I just know my dirty girl is already soaking for me.
‘Touch yourself.’
I wait for her hesitation, but it never comes.
She places her hand over the centre of my chest, using it as a lever to rise from my crotch. The position of her palm burns into my flesh, making my heart rate kick up.
Holding my eyes, she snakes her hand between her thighs.
‘Now put your fingers in your cunt. Yeah, just there. That feel good?’ I groan, my sharp intake of breath matching hers at the exact moment she buries her fingers in her tight little pussy.
She moans, her lids hooding as I gaze at her in awe.
‘In and out now, Beauty. Fuck yourself, so that when you give me those fingers, I’ll be able to taste deep inside you on them.’
‘Oh God,’ she whispers.
She rides her hand harder, and a small gasp falls from her pouty lips.
‘Good girl, that’s it. Get them nice and covered. I want to be able to see it.’
I tip my chin, holding her eyes as I wrap my hand around her wrist and force her fingers deeper and faster until her body makes wet, squelching sounds.
She’s a goddamn goddess, watching me the entire time, like she’s getting high on my reaction.
I pull on her wrist, freeing her fingers. She wilts forward, her weight pressing through her hand into my chest.
‘You know what I want,’ I encourage, bringing her hand up between us.
Her eyes drop to the slippery arousal coating her fingers. It’s glistening on her skin like a jewel.
She doesn’t move, so I flex my fingers around her wrist, snapping her out of her trance.
‘It’s all yours,’ she breathes, sliding her fingers past my waiting lips.
I hold her hand in place, lunging forward and sucking down her fingers until my nose grazes her knuckles. I slide my tongue over the underside of them first, then roll it around the top, swallowing with a deep, husky groan.
She tastes incredible. Exactly how she did when I made her come on my face a week ago. Bloody hell, that feels like a lifetime ago. It’s too long to be denied her taste. To be denied the feel of her, pressed up against me. Hot and needy, and so goddamn perfect.
I grab a handful of her arse, guiding her back and forth over my aching cock.
She watches me, grinding over me with desperate need. A gasp breaks free from her lips as I tilt my hips, meeting her next move with friction against her clit.
‘More,’ she moans.
I suck up to the tips of her fingers, then let them go.
‘Show me.’
‘Show you what?’ she pants.
‘Show me that clit. Is it out for me, huh? Is it all pretty and swollen?’
Her cheeks pinken immediately as if she’s embarrassed, but a second later she’s hooking her delicate nails through the edge of her pink lace panties and pulling them to the side.
The view almost makes me shoot my load on the spot.
‘Aurora,’ I growl like I’m angry. ‘Look how swollen it is, making sure I see it. Begging for my attention.’
I spit on my thumb, then slide it over her clit.
She jerks, her thighs tightening around my hips.
‘You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Aching to be touched like this.’
She whimpers, her eyes glazing over as I slowly rub my thumb over her, keeping my touch featherlight.
‘Rafael,’ she moans, her eyes falling closed as she tips her head back.
I admire her throat, admire the fluttering pulse in it, her blood pumping harder because of me.
‘Take my cock out.’
She reaches down and unzips my trousers.
I wrap an arm around her waist, making her gasp as I lift her high enough that she has space to put her hand into my boxers, and pull my dick and balls out through the gap in the fabric.
‘That’s better,’ I croon, keeping her held high, hovering over my rock-hard dick. It’s leaking from the slit, big fat drops of glistening precum that she’s about to take inside her.
She wriggles, eager to get friction again.
‘Not so fast,’ I purr.
‘Why?’ she pants.
The flush in her cheeks is enough to ruin me as she gazes back at me in innocence.
‘Tell me first.’
‘Tell you what?’
I smirk. ‘Tell me that you like me now.’
‘I tolerate you, Rafael Fairfax,’ she says, dusting her lips over mine in a whisper of a kiss. ‘But don’t let it go to your head.’
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger. ‘Hm. Good girl. Now you can do it.’
She licks her lips. ‘Do what?’
Sitting forward, I bring my mouth to her ear as I place both hands on her hips.
‘Make a mess on my dick,’ I breathe.
She shivers as I kiss her neck.
‘Make a big, dirty mess all over it, Beauty. Don’t stop until I’m covered in your cum.’
I sink my face into her neck, sucking on her skin as I bring her down on to my cock, easing her on to it inch by inch until she’s crying my name and rippling around me.
‘That’s it,’ I groan, every tendon in my neck and shoulders going rigid as I withhold the threat of an explosive orgasm from cresting.
I can’t get enough of her. Of being inside her. Of her scent, her warmth, the feel of her silky little mouth as she kisses me.
‘Fuck me, Beauty. Fuck me,’ I urge, digging my fingers into the flesh on her hips and helping her to ride me hard and fast.
Her moans are like goddamn music to my ears as she bounces on my dick like she was made to.
I lean back against the sofa, widening my thighs so I can thrust up inside her deeper.
‘So good,’ she pants.
‘Yeah? You like being stuffed full of my cock?’
She mewls as inches of slick-coated skin slide out of her before I drive them back in with a harsh pump of my hips.
My grip is hard on her, forcing her to ride the shit out of me. I flex my fingers to allow the blood to return to them, then reach up and yank the front of her top and bra down underneath her tits.
The perfect little handfuls spill out, bouncing up and down in time with her body.
‘You’re mine,’ I hiss, kneading them and flicking her puckered rosy nipples with my thumbs.
‘I’m not,’ she whimpers, still choosing to fight with me even as she clenches and ripples around my dick.
I thumb her nipples again, making her moan.
‘You are. I’ll have you admitting it. I’ll have you loving it. I’ll have you wanting nothing else.’
I pump up into her with brutal force and she sinks her nails into my shirt, biting through the fabric until my skin stings.
‘Rafael,’ she cries. ‘Oh my God, you’re insane.’
Her cries turn into breathy gasps as I encourage her to ride me faster.
‘That’s right,’ I groan. ‘Those sounds are mine too. It’s my cock inside you that’s causing you to make them. You’re going to come, aren’t you, Beauty? You’re going to make that mess all over my cock. You’re going to mark me as yours. Just like you’re mine.’
‘Fuck!’ she squeals.
A gush of fluid floods my cock, spraying over my trousers and running over my balls.
‘Oh g-god,’ she pants, struggling to keep pace as her body clamps down on to me.
‘Good girl. Let it go.’
She shudders around me, whimpering and trembling as my soaked balls slap against her arse with each thrust.
Her body keeps rippling around me in waves until she finally manages to catch her breath.
‘Was that—?’
I grin. ‘A much bigger mess than I expected this soon. Such a dirty girl, squirting all over my dick.’
I reach up into her hair with one hand, my other dropping to her hip and gripping on tight so she can’t go anywhere. I’m buried to the hilt, not even a fraction of a gap between us as I bring her back down on to me.
I hold her eyes as my cock swells inside her.
‘You’re mine,’ I growl. ‘Mine.’
I come hard inside with my eyes pinned on hers, driving my point home as I unload inside her with a curse. She stares back, her lips parting with a moan as I fill her. Fill her so damn deep that she tightens her thighs around my hips and moans like she wants every last drop.
My moans.
My cock.
My pussy.
My Beauty.
Exactly where she belongs.