Chapter 7
7
EMILIA
He’s pointing at the mistletoe dangling just below the sign, and my frown deepens. When I glance back at him, I’m startled by how close he suddenly is. “What—what does the mistletoe have to do with anything?”
Rather than answering, Rafael just closes the impossibly small gap between us, sending my heart back into a wild, frantic rhythm. His fingers sink into my hair, tilting my head back, and in that moment, time seems to slow as his head descends, then?—
Bam! His lips slam into mine with a possessive force that steals every bit of air from my lungs. The kiss is fierce, like he’s claiming me. His tongue battles mine for dominance, and I can’t help but surrender as his arms lock me tight against his rock-hard chest.
Oh. My. God.
A strangled moan escapes my throat, only to get swallowed by his ravenous mouth. My body ignites, every nerve firing with pleasure.. I should push him away, demand answers—but I’m gone, melting into him, my bones liquefying as I become nothing but heat and want, completely at his mercy.
Rafael groans, his grip tightening in my hair as the kiss turns harder, more feverish. His other hand slides down my back, grabbing a fistful of my ass through my slacks, and I mentally curse. I should’ve worn a dress .
His lips break from mine and start branding a fiery line over my face, teeth nipping as he journeys down my neck. I gasp when he pulls the sensitive skin of my throat into his mouth and bites. Hard. Enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure
Fuck. My pulse roars in my ear, each thump echoing the pain-pleasure sensations that ricochet through me. I lose all sense of control, and my arms shoot around his back, desperate for more contact. But he goes rigid, pinning my arms at my sides, and I groan in frustration that he keeps denying me the chance to touch him. “Rafael, please .”
His eyes snap to mine, those silvery depths swirling with dark, primal emotion, drawing me in like a magnet. My breath hitches as he slowly falls to his knees, never breaking the magnetic pull. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he commands. But really, I’m so entranced, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
My brain skitters, still high on a mix of drugging pleasure and lingering pain, while he undoes the buttons of my pants and lets them pool around my ankles. The cool air rushes in, teasing my skin and making me gasp as he drags my panties down, too. Then, his hands clench my ass and pull me to him until I’m practically hovering over him.
Oh sweet baby Jesus, is he really going to?—
My hands dive into his hair, clutching him for balance as he settles between my thighs. “Rafael, I–”
“Shh,” he murmurs, blowing a hot breath through my folds. That one breath sends a thrill of electricity zipping through my body, and I can’t hold back a moan. My eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. “Open your eyes.”
And I obey, though it takes effort. He hums in approval, then presses his face to my cunt, breathing me in like I’m the sweetest flower. Holy shit . The first swipe of his tongue has me whimpering, my fingers clenching in his hair for dear life.
Another hum rumbles from his chest. “Hmm, delicious.”
The flat of his tongue glides through my folds, sending shudders through my body. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he swirls over my swollen clit, making me cry out. But he doesn’t linger. No, the playful devil’s already moving on, circling my entrance, teasing me wickedly.
I tense in anticipation, and then—oh fuck—he stiffens his tongue and pushes it into me. My eyes slam shut, my head falls back, and I shout his name to the fucking ceiling.
He growls in response, a primal sound that vibrates through my core and sparks a wild firestorm of need in my veins. Holy hell, this man knows how to set me off. Fuck being quiet. My brain short-circuits as he tightens his hold on my ass and devours me, his tongue plunging deep inside my pulsing cunt.
In and out, he thrusts, over and over, a relentless rhythm that drives me closer to the edge. “Yes, Rafael. Right there, baby. Yes. Yes. Yess, ” I pant, chasing my pleasure like a woman possessed.
He angles his head, one hand leaving my hip, then his lips are on my clit. Oh hell, yes. He sucks me into his mouth like an expert; like he knows exactly how to ruin me. And my God, he does. Suddenly, two fingers join the assault, plunging deep into my wet sheath. And my whole body goes haywire—ecstasy flooding every nerve, hot and electric. The pad of his fingers curls right around the bundle of nerves that’s my G-spot, stroking it mercilessly.
Then it hits. My fingers tangle deeper in his hair, and my mouth opens in a silent scream before his name bursts out, loud and ragged. “Rafael!” My vision blurs to white, and all I can hear is a drum in my ears. Holy shit, I’m going to break. Pleasure detonates within me, each burst harder than the last. My knees buckle, and light flashes behind my closed lids.
Before I can crumble, he grabs me, grunting as I sprawl over his body, pushing him to the floor. His arms tighten on my waist for a moment, his hard cock pressing into my belly. But then, with this controlled strength, he flips me gently onto my back. The cool tile against my heated skin only heightens my pleasure as he crawls down to settle between my thighs again.
One hand snakes up my belly to knead my breast, twirling and twisting my nipple as he sucks my clit. I writhe beneath him, my back arching sharply off the floor as I moan. He tightens his suction on my clit and thrusts his fingers inside me again, rubbing insistently on my G-spot, and it feels so good I can barely breathe. Each stroke sends aftershocks through me, my body still quaking.
I shove my hands into my hair, screaming his name, my soul bursting out of my body, soaring to dizzying heights as the pleasure slams into me a second time. I can’t even —it’s too much, too intense, but I don’t want him to stop. He’s still there, massaging my breast, fingers deep inside me as he laps up my cum, stretching out my orgasm until I’m shaking, completely spent. By the time I open my eyes, I’m floating, the room spinning pleasantly around me, my pulse a hard thrum in my throat.
Rafael takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and carefully cleans me up. It almost makes me laugh. How is he so calm right now? When he’s done, he pulls my panties and slacks up my legs while I’m still trying to remember how to move.
“So, as I was saying before I got… distracted,” he starts as he picks me up like a ragdoll and pulls me into him.
I give him a questioning look, having no idea what the hell he’s talking about.
“My idea to help you with your nightmares,” he elaborates, and I can only blink at him some more. He chuckles. “Did I put you in a coma?”
“As if,” I murmur hoarsely, shoving his chest weakly, earning another chuckle.
He smirks, his eyes glistening playfully as he glances down at me. “Do you want to hear my idea or not?”
I wave at him to go ahead, and he continues, “I want to reenact that night with you. You know me, you trust me, and you give me your consent. But we’ll pretend none of those things are true.”
I study him thoughtfully, trying to process his words, but the only thing registering in my post-orgasmic haze is that he wants to have sex with me.
Maybe if I hadn’t just come so hard my brain fizzled out, I might be reacting differently. But right now, my brain is mush, and all I know is that anything sexual with him will be mind-blowing, even if he’s suggesting… what exactly? Consensual non–consensual intercourse?
And damn him, I do trust him. More than I have any right to.
“Why would you want to do that?” I ask quietly, a small part of me still lucid enough to question him.
He shrugs, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his chest. My eyes zero in, heat blooming inside me when I realize he’s unconsciously touching that particular spot. It’s where the scar is. The scar he got when he saved me. But there’s something else…
“Because I can’t stand seeing you in pain, tormented by nightmares from that night. I’ve already dealt with those bastards, but I can’t punish them for still invading your sleep. So, I’m willing to try anything I can to help you move past it. Plus, it will be hot as hell.” He flashes a roguish grin as he adds that last part, and I can’t help but smile a little. Rafael has always had that effect on me.
“Alright,” I say, my gaze still fixed on the hand rubbing over his chest. That singular action, more than his words, convinces me.
I might not know much about his life now, but I know this: Rafael will never hurt me. I know that as surely as I know how to breathe. And as I agree, heat spreads through my body, concentrating between my legs—as if I didn’t just almost faint from how hard he already made me cum.
His lips quirk up, “Yeah?”
I nod wordlessly. I’m not entirely sure his plan will work, but the more I think about it, the hotter I get. I’ve never thought about a rape kink before, and if someone else had suggested it, I’d be out of the door faster than you can say ‘hell no’. But Rafael isn’t just anyone.
If I’m being honest with myself—which I’m not—I’d realize that Rafael has the power to convince me to do just about anything. Instead, I tell myself I’m only agreeing because I know he’ll make it pleasurable for me. And hey, if I get a night or two without my usual nightmares, that’s just a bonus, right?
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Thatta girl.”
With that, Rafael lifts me from his lap, and I feel a mix of disappointment and surprise as he arranges me on the cool, hard floor. What’s he up to?
He gets up, and my eyes follow him as he reaches for a wrapped gift box from one of the shelves and offers it to me.
Where the hell did that come from?
“What’s this?” I frown as I accept it.
“A gift. Open it when you’re alone. I’ll be in touch.” He tilts his head towards the door, and my heart sinks a little. Wait, he’s leaving already?
My lips part in surprise. “Oh. What about—what about—” I trail off, too chicken to say it out loud, but he gets what I mean.
He smirks as he hunches down in front of me. “Where would the surprise be if we acted it out now? It will happen when you least expect it.” He raises his hand to my face and rubs his thumb across my cheek before leaning forward to give me a soft, drugging kiss that has my eyelids fluttering.
He pulls back, still smiling, and helps me to my feet. Then with a final tap on my ass, he sends me on my way.
I leave the supermarket, his gift clenched tightly in my arms. Once I’m in my car, I have to take a moment to gather myself. Then my gaze drops to the mysterious package and curiosity piques—I need to see what’s in there.
Pulling off the green bow on top, I carefully tear through the wrapper and lift the cover. A scandalized gasp escapes me when I see what’s inside.
A matching wardrobe of red panties and lace gold bras, all with star knots—kind of like a ribbon knot across where my nipples would be—and green suspenders. There are three pairs of the identical lingerie and a note:
Start wearing these tomorrow. Make sure you always have them on. I want to unwrap that tight little body when I get my hands on you.
Twin flames warm my cheeks as I finger the sexy underwear. Then I cover the box up and place it on the passenger seat. With a shaky exhale, I start the car, mind racing.
Whatever happens next, one thing is clear—Rafael has the power to turn my world upside down with just a few words. And I’m powerless to resist.