Chapter 34 Aurora #2
‘Yeah, he’s adorable,’ I gush. ‘He’s a dachshund.’
‘What’s his name?’
I flick my eyes up to Rafael’s, the back of my neck heating. ‘Um . . . Freddie,’ I confess.
‘Freddie,’ he repeats slowly.
I turn my back on him, my cheeks burning as I busy myself with the box of clothes again, so I don’t have to look at him.
‘Aurora?’ he rasps, all deep and gravelly.
‘Mm-hm?’
‘Turn around.’
I look back at him and he raises both brows. Damn, why does he have to look so hot when I know he’s busted me?
My mouth dry, I squeak, ‘I needed to know if Dominic knew anything. I thought maybe I’d overhear something. It was a stupid idea. But it just felt like fate, or I don’t know, a sign, when I heard his wife was looking for a cleaner.’
‘It was a genius idea.’
His praise has my cheeks heating further.
‘How did you find out? Does Dominic know? Does Kate know?’ Panic claws at my throat.
Kate’s a lovely woman. I’d hate her to find out I’m not who I said I was from someone else.
I never thought it through, but I want to be the one to tell her who I really am.
‘Neither of them knows.’
‘Then how do you?’
‘A floral jacket.’
‘What?’
Rafael shakes his head. ‘Never mind.’
I sigh. ‘It was a long shot. But I needed to try. I’ll do anything to help my father.’
‘We’ll get him out.’
The confidence in Rafael’s voice is a lifeline I desperately cling on to. ‘Maybe we’ll find your money as well. I’m sorry you lost so much.’
He exhales. ‘So am I. But that’s not what matters.’
‘The truth is.’ I nod.
His eyes pinch before he turns away from me, running a hand around his jaw. ‘Yeah. You’ll get the truth, I promise. Just remember that whatever happens, I love you, okay? Never forget that.’
I walk over to him and rise on my tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw. ‘I love you too.’
His eyes soften as he gazes down at me, making butterflies swarm in my stomach.
‘Are you ready to film me now?’ I beam at him and hand over my phone.
‘Ready whenever you are,’ he replies, his voice husky as he takes a seat on a deep blue velvet chaise.
He holds the phone up and looks at me from beneath dark brows, waiting.
I get into position and nod, indicating he can start recording.
His attention drops to the screen as I plaster on a smile and go through my intro, talking about the brand I’m wearing and their new collection. But the entire time I feel his eyes on me, like he’s undressing me through the camera.
‘It’s called a “milkmaid” style, and it has this gorgeous tie detail on the bust,’ I chirp, loosening the ribbons at my cleavage, then re-tying them tighter to demonstrate how you can accentuate your shape. ‘There’s enough support in this one that I don’t need to wear a bra.’
A low groan steals my attention, and I look up.
Rafael’s gaze is fixed on the camera. He drags in a rough breath, which I know the camera will have picked up.
I’m going to have to re-record now I have his background sound in it, but I carry on, regardless, a frisson of energy sparking in my core at the way he’s transfixed on me.
‘Lots of support, see?’ I purr, leaning forwards and shimmying so the movement of my breasts can be seen.
‘Bloody hell,’ he rasps quietly.
I continue like I haven’t heard him.
‘And it’s got such a cute hemline,’ I muse, lifting the floaty layer of cotton away from my legs, then twirling in it, giving Rafael a flash of thigh.
I spin back to the front and my eyes collide with his glorious, thick dick. He’s freed it from his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, and is slowly palming the solid length in one hand as he continues to film me.
My mouth waters and I lift my eyes directly to the camera. ‘It’s a sexy dress. Perfect for date night. Just the right length to be naughty in. To hitch up around your waist and . . .’
‘Jesus,’ Rafael hisses.
I bite back my smirk as he drops my phone.
‘Get over here and get on my cock, Aurora.’
I trot over, squealing happily as he yanks me to him the second I’m within reaching distance. Our mouths collide in an impatient kiss, and his hands roam underneath the dress, grabbing my arse cheeks and squeezing. He hooks his fingers around my panties and slides them down my thighs.
‘Get me inside this pretty pussy before I explode.’
He pulls me on to his lap, lining his cock up, and pulling me down on to him in one smooth move.
‘Rafael!’ I moan as his chest vibrates with a husky groan.
‘Fuck yeah, just like that. Take my cock, Beauty. You’re so wet already.’
‘You make me wet,’ I say as he pulls me up, then glides inside me again.
‘Yeah? You want my cock inside you so badly that you’re already wet before I’ve even touched you? Just the thought of this cock does it for you, huh?’
‘Yes,’ I whimper.
‘Dirty girl,’ he tuts. ‘Bet you expect to be allowed to come on it too, don’t you?’
‘Mm, yeah, I do,’ I moan as he controls the pace I’m riding him, with his palms full of my arse cheeks.
‘Bet you want to milk it dry. Take my cum deep inside this sweet little pussy.’
‘Uh-huh,’ I gasp.
He speeds up, bringing me up and down his cock and making my breasts bounce.
‘Get those tits in my mouth, Beauty.’ He grabs the ribbon between his teeth and pulls, untying the bow. I pull the fabric out of the way and the sound he makes as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth has wetness running from me, coating his dick.
I ride him hard as he kisses, sucks and nips at my breasts like he can’t get enough. Then he squeezes my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and making me clench down on to him.
‘I want to fuck you from behind so I can look at this beautiful arse too.’
He lifts me off his dick and it’s wet and glistening in my arousal. His lips curl into a smug smile.
‘All mine,’ he rasps, reaching under my skirt and running his fingers through my wetness. I gasp as he strokes my clit, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. ‘You’re so damn perfect,’ he says, gazing up at me. ‘Now get on your knees for me.’
I scrabble to do as he says, hating the empty feeling from just a few seconds without him inside me.
Resting my forearms over the velvet chaise, I look back at him over my shoulder.
‘Like this?’ I tease.
He pushes my dress up around my waist, slamming his palm to my skin in a soft spank. ‘Like this,’ he growls, driving inside me with a deep thrust.
I’m forced into the velvet cushion as he fucks me hard and deep from behind, one hand on my hip to keep me in place, the other teasing my arse cheek open until cool air dances against my skin.
‘So goddamn beautiful,’ he rasps.
‘More!’ I cry, wanting to get lost in pleasure and not think for a while.
Not think about the pile of paperwork that’s waiting for us downstairs.
Not think about what will happen if we don’t find the answers we’re searching for.
Not think about anything else, other than chasing the physical high that I feel when I’m with him.
He bottoms out inside me with a masculine groan that I feel roll through me like a rich wave. I never thought sex could be this good.
‘Take that cock, Beauty. That’s it. It’s all yours,’ he growls behind me.
His hips slap into my arse on each forward surge.
‘Oh fuck,’ I whimper. ‘That’s so good.’
‘Yeah? You like my cock buried deep inside you, don’t you? You like being full of me. Stretched wide, ready for my cum.’
‘Yes,’ I cry out shakily. ‘Please, yes!’
‘You’re mine, Beauty.’ He grunts, working his cock into me harder. ‘All mine.’
‘Rafael,’ I moan.
‘Uh, yeah, so wet. This tight little cunt loves to be stuffed full of my cock, doesn’t it?’
‘Only yours,’ I cry. ‘Only yours.’
‘Yeah. Only mine.’
His grip on me tightens, and then he’s fucking me. In and out with deep, precise strokes. I cry out at how good it feels, my hand scrabbling against my clit to rub faster. My orgasm barrels towards me, taking me by surprise.
‘I’m coming! Oh, God!’ I cry.
‘Good girl. Come on my cock.’
His arm wraps around my waist, holding me against him as I collapse, my pussy spasming through an orgasm that steals my breath.
‘Rafael!’ I gasp. ‘So good.’
‘I love you,’ he growls in my ear. ‘I’ll love you no matter what. Tell me you love me,’ he chokes out, burying his head into the crook of my neck.
‘I love you too.’
My words are his undoing, and he comes with a deep grunt.
‘Jesus,’ he chokes, his body shaking against mine with the force of his orgasm. ‘Aurora . . . fuck . . . I love you. I love you so much. I’ll never stop. Promise me the same. Tell me you’ll never love anyone else. Only me.’
He turns my face, holding my chin as he crushes his lips to mine.
The desperation in his bruising kiss makes my heart bleed for him. I know what he’s really asking. Will I love him no matter what? Or will I make him feel alone like his father did? Make him feel like he isn’t ‘enough’?
‘I promise,’ I sob, my emotions spilling out into our kiss. ‘I promise you, Rafe. I’ll only ever love you like this.’
He presses his forehead to my temple, his face screwing up. ‘You have all of me, Aurora. Every part of me is yours. I’ll love you my entire life, I promise you.’