Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rafael’s gaze snags on mine as I make my way across the field, heading toward the locker rooms to change now that we’ve won another game of the season.
He holds his phone up, indicating that I should check mine, and when I get back to my locker, my core floods with heat.
This man makes me want to scream.
Sunny D
Do you know what good girls who win their games get?
My sunny disposition, that’s what.
Now change quickly because I’m five seconds from accidentally showing everyone on this field exactly what it is you do to me. I need your pussy like I need water, and something tells me you’re dripping and ready to quench my thirst.
Big talk for a man named after a children’s beverage.
Sunny D
Sunshine, shut the fuck up and get dressed so I can tear your clothes off myself. For the love of fuck.
I smirk—an unexplainable wave of joy slips over me from driving him up a wall. I love it when he’s about to lose his mind.
“What are you smirking at over there?” Adhira asks, a dark brow raised as she tugs her shirt over her head.
I shove my phone back in my locker and grab a change of clothes. “You don’t want to know,” is all I say, not wanting to lie any more than I already am. And that isn’t a lie. She really would not want to know that I’m doing something so reckless.
And because it’s Adhira, she lets it go, rolling her eyes and shrugging. “If you say so. I take it you won’t need a ride back to the house?”
I shake my head and hope like hell she thinks I’m shagging with a fan.
As usual, I don’t do as I’m told. Instead, I take an unnecessarily long shower, and when I leave the locker room, the parking lot has practically cleared out, and Rafael is leaning up against the side of the sports building, scowling.
“Elise,” he barks out.
I smile broadly, jogging over to him. “Yes, Coach?” I ask, happy to goad him, but before I reach him, fingers are wrapping around my wrist, tugging me backward.
My wide eyes meet Noah’s as I’m tugged into his side, his teeth grinding together, bared like a wild animal. “Get your hands off of me,” I grit out, my gaze flitting to where Rafael is now stomping up to us.
“You have exactly three seconds to remove your hand from her before I make you ,” Rafael practically growls at Noah, who releases my hand and backs away.
“We need to chat,” Noah demands. I rub my wrist, an ache present where his fingers were, but I feel nothing toward Noah but resentment and boredom.
“We don’t have anything to talk about, Noah.
You’re embarrassing yourself. We agreed to a casual fling, but that’s over now, and I’ve grown bored.
Leave me alone, and find someone else to pull.
” I turn on my heel, the angry blood roaring behind my eardrums blocking out whatever he’s shouting behind me.
I leave Noah to follow after Rafael, who leans against the side of his shiny black sports car.
He lowers his voice and peers down at me, his arms crossed over his chest as he says, “You okay?”
“Yep,” I answer, and I am. I’m tired of Noah’s games.
I’ve never told him a single genuine thing about me, so I know he isn’t interested in me .
He just hates losing—that’s been made evident in the two times I’ve seen him show his ass during swim meets.
To be clear, I’ve never shown up, but the sports world is a tight-knit community and everyone stays informed.
That should act as a reminder that what I’m about to do with Rafael would be a horrendous idea, but I’ve never been the best at following rules.
“Good. Get your ass to my apartment. You’re about to learn a lesson about defiance.” Without another word, he stalks off in the direction of his car.
God, I love it when he’s annoyed.
I barely have the door shut from the rideshare I took here before Rafael is storming over to me, abducting me. He’s got me slung over his shoulder in zero point two seconds flat, dangling here with a perfect view of his perky ass in my face.
“Hey, Terminator,” I goad him, smacking his ass of steel as he marches us into his building and straight into the elevator. “You’ll be lucky if that guy doesn’t call the police after the way you manhandled me,” I tell him, all the blood now pooling in my skull beginning to pound.
“They won’t be able to find us even if he did,” he tells me, sounding much less grumpy now than before.
“I’m pretty sure the concierge knows where you live, Rafa. Now will you put me down? I’m getting a fucking headache.”
“Sure, if we were going back to my apartment, but we’re not,” he says as the elevator pings and the doors slide open.
He waltzes out, and I’m dead weight in his arms, resigned to the fact this may be it for me. I may have pushed this hulk of a man a tad too far. Maybe he’s taking me to the pool to drown me.
“I’m not going to drown you,” he says as if I’m an idiot.
Had I said that out loud? I forget myself too often with him.
He pushes open a stairwell door and climbs up the eight short steps, my body bouncing limply against his back.
A cool gust of air chills me as he flips me over his shoulder, setting me back on the ground.
The door behind us shuts loudly, and I swing my gaze around, my eyes bouncing between the wide-open night sky, the stars twinkling overhead, patio furniture beneath strings of café lights, large potted plants, and finally, the thing that might have me retching the impossibly low wall that surrounds us.
My legs sway beneath me, the blood flowing from my brain, draining into my poor, helpless heart.
He grips my hips, steadying me for a moment, and when my legs stabilise, he releases me, taking a few steps back.
We’re on the roof.
Apprehension floods my system, all other senses dulled to fear. This is not some fairytale where the prince shows the princess a good time, bringing her out to look far into the galaxy, waxing poetic about stars, suns, moons, and all that other sappy shit that makes me want to vomit.
No , this is the tale of a horny cow and the even hornier tosser fucking on a roof while the cow sobs because she, the poor bitch, is terrified of heights.
Rafael invades my space again. His eyes are narrowed as he reaches for me, gripping my face in his palms.
“I said you’re learning a lesson tonight, Elise, and the lesson has just begun,” he tells me with finality in his tone.
I nod my agreement, my frisky cunt getting the better of me.
“Strip for me,” he demands, and I do, my body at war with my brain as my pussy spasms at the command while my mind tells me to high-tail down those stairs and back to safety.
My hands shake slightly as I tug my shirt over my head, dropping my shorts, thong and bra one after the other, toeing out of my trainers. I refuse to take my socks off because, well, bird shit.
“Are we going to get arrested?” I’ve already been there, done that.
Not one of my finer moments, unfortunately, but what’s done is done, and I’d rather not have a repeat of the situation.
My father would die of embarrassment, his anger holding his soul hostage long enough for his ghost to haunt me.
And then I’d never get laid again. Sigh.
He rolls his eyes before spinning me around, one hand snaking to cup my dripping heat and the other curling over my chest. He sinks his teeth into my neck, tugging on the flesh, and I all but melt against him as goosebumps erupt all over. My flesh is chilled from the breeze.
“Just shut the hell up, Elise,” he groans, slowly pushing us closer and closer to the edge of the building.
My spine goes rigid, and my chest tightens. My nails dig into his arms the closer we get, my heels digging into the brick. I close my eyes, turning my head away, and he continues walking us forward. “Rafael, I can’t,” I whimper, my eyes burning with tears.
He stills, pulling me tighter into his chest. “Tell me to stop and this ends, but I really don’t want it to,” he whispers into my ear, my tense muscles beginning to relax.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod, biting on my lip.
“I need you to say it, Elise. I need you to trust me because what we’re about to do requires that. ”
“Y-yes,” I say, my chin wobbling. “I trust you.”
“Good,” he grunts out, his hand leaving my chest to press along my spine in the space between my shoulder blades. He pushes me forward, and my eyes fly open, my hands scrambling in front of me, landing on the thick stone ledge.
Skyscrapers line the night sky, none close enough for anyone to see what we’re doing, but that is the least of my worries.
My fear is toppling off the side of this godforsaken building all because I sent a snarky text message to a man with a big dick.
That would be unbelievably on brand for me, and I can’t wait to make it out alive from this so I can start to reevaluate my life choices. This branding seems outdated at best.
It’s Rafael’s finger running along my seam that brings me back to reality, a reality in which my tits are as high in the sky as the bloody pigeons, and frankly, it’s not a reality I’d like to be living in.
He snakes a hand around my throat, gripping it tightly, and I feel the tip of his cock run through my seam.
“C-condom?” I ask.
“Already have one on,” he assures me. “Now, are you ready for your lesson?”
“Not really,” I whine.
“Elise,” he groans.
“Fine, yes, I’m ready,” I snark.
He chuckles darkly behind me and then, he snaps.
This is no longer the man who was leaving his own fantasy to check in on my reality just moments ago. No, this is a feral beast, and if I do die out here? Well, at least you can’t say I didn’t go satiated.
His hips thrust forward, plunging his thick length into me, my knees buckling. His grip on my throat tightens as he pounds into me, clearly for his pleasure and not mine, though my pussy hasn’t gotten the memo, and I’m already spasming around him.
“You don’t ever fucking listen,” he seethes through gritted teeth, tightening his hold even further, my breath stuck somewhere behind his fingertips.