Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hurts So Good
Raf
There’s warmth radiating through my chest, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon filling my nose, and something firm pressed against my morning wood.
It feels heavenly, and I loathe to leave the spot, yet the buzzing on my nightstand wakes me, snapping me back to reality.
I’ve only been asleep a few hours, but it’s felt like the deepest, most peaceful sleep I’ve had in a long time.
I’ve trained myself to be immune to a lot of things when it comes to warm and fuzzy emotions, but there is no denying that I’m waking up feeling more alive than I should given how little sleep I’ve had because I am curled around the body of the woman who gave me full permission to own, mark, and consume her body last night.
Now in the early morning light, I must remember it for what it was—a one-time thing.
I gently extricate myself from her, and she gives a little moan at the loss of me but burrows down under the covers and stays in her slumber.
I exhale softly, because I need a moment to recharge my willpower given how fucking immaculate her lightly golden skin and dark hair look against the powdery white of my bed linen.
I grab my phone and look at the latest messages that have come through.
Seb:
Marco has now been assigned to room 13. Visitors welcome.
Luca:
Arabella is gone. Took her private jet and just left. Just thought you should know so you can tell Chiara. I’m sure she’s still welcome to stay at Arabella’s, but maybe she might want to look at another housing option.
AJ:
Shooter is in the wind. We need to talk.
Dad:
Buckle up, son, we’ve got a big case on our hands. We start next week. How is the Gigioliotti girl? Please tell me you were smart…
Fuck. I decide I need a shower before I can deal with any or all of that.
As I’m standing under the shower, reveling in the dawn breaking outside, I realize something else.
I took Chiara bare, didn’t even think to use a condom, even though I’ve never had unprotected sex before, not even when I was with Victoria.
She was petrified of getting pregnant even on birth control, so she made me wear one every time.
Steam swirls around me as I let the hot water rain down, praying it will go some way to release the tension that now lines my neck, shoulders, and down my back.
My actions over the last few hours have compromised the fortress I’ve built to shield myself from the big feelings that threaten to spill through the cracks if I’m not careful. It can’t happen again.
As if the temptress can read my thoughts, I hear the faintest creak of the shower door.
I know it’s her, and those fucking cracks widen as she steps in behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her naked body flush with mine.
I don’t so much as flinch to acknowledge her existence, but the same can’t be said for my traitorous dick, which is thickening by the second, anticipating giving her his full attention.
She strums her nails up and down my stomach with a whisper of a touch, moving even lower to meet my needy dick rising despite how hard the rest of me is trying to ignore her presence.
She accepts his invitation, and ever so lightly brushes her fingertips along my shaft, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my back.
I may have the reputation of being a hard man to read, but right now I’m finding it incredibly difficult to remain stoic under her tender touch.
I let her turn me around so we’re facing each other, but I lift my face into the stream of water, hoping it will work in the same way that water torture does and will stop me from making any more terrible decisions when it comes to her.
“Please stop shutting me out,” she says, standing on her tiptoes so she can wrap her arms around my neck. I let her, but when she goes to kiss me, I turn my face and give her my cheek.
“We didn’t use protection last night,” I huff tersely, which earns me her husky giggle.
“I’m on birth control,” she says as she goes to seek my lips again, and I give her my other cheek instead, exhaling in relief.
If I taste her sweet lips again, I’ll be done for, but none of this deters her.
Instead, she places a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my cheek, continuing along my jaw, down the column of my throat, over my chest and down my stomach, lowering herself to her knees.
I finally look down to find her iridescent eyes shining upwards.
Heat, hunger, need, and defiance written all over her face.
“Will you let your brat have that fat cock down her throat, Daddy?” she asks, a picture of innocence masking her rebellion. Holding eye contact, she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock before sucking sensuously on the tip like a lollipop.
My breathing becomes uneven. I’m so turned on by seeing her on her knees for me, calling me Daddy—even if by doing so she’s defying the very thing we agreed on. I thread my hands through her hair and tug, pulling her off me.
She’s pushed me to the edge of madness.
“You can have Daddy’s cock on two conditions,” I rasp.
“One. Daddy calls the shots. Two. This is the last time we cross this line. When we step back over the threshold of this moment, the original agreement stands.” She bites her lip and nods while she runs her nails up and down the back of my legs and over my ass.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Fucking devil,” I groan as my resolve snaps and I give into my primal need to push my cock into her warm and inviting mouth.
She accepts me readily, groaning around my length as I push on the back of her head and set the rhythm for my thrusts.
“There you go, baby; take my cock like a good girl. Finally found a way to keep this sassy mouth occupied.”
I feel her smirk around me, but I don’t pause my movements, thrusting in and out with even, long strokes that allow her to swirl her tongue around my head before I thrust deeper, causing her to gag, and the feel of her throat constricting around my cock is almost too much.
“Fuck baby, I am right on the edge of coating your throat with my cum. Do you want that?”
She hums around my head in response, taking a breath as she applies pressure with the flat of her tongue just under the tip, sending tingles down my spine.
My balls feel heavy, and like she can sense it, she cups them gently before pulling off my cock completely and licking them all over, then back up my shaft from root to tip.
I decide in that moment, I want more. I need more.
If this is going to be the last time I can have her at my mercy, I am going to do it right.
Without warning, I pull her off her knees and take her lips in a kiss that tastes of clean water with a hint of salt, and I push her up against the wall.
“I changed my mind,” I say as I find her clit, finding it swollen and ready for my touch.
Her ragged breaths are the gasoline to my fire.
“I don’t want to come down your throat,” I whisper as I bite and suck on her neck.
“I want—no, I need—to fuck you senseless,” I say as I take all the arousal pooling at her center and slip my middle finger between her ass cheeks while my thumb still plays with her clit.
“I want to fill you with my cum and then fuck it back into you,” I grit out as I gently push my finger past the tight ring of muscle.
“Rafff…” She gasps as she arches off the wall, bucking her hips. “God, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Yes, you can, baby. You’re doing so well,” I say against her lips, and I feel her body tremble as I continue to stroke and pump my finger into her until she moans sweetly as she climaxes, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I ease my finger out of her ass, and she dives in to kiss me, ravenous and needy, like we are the only two people in the entire world and nothing outside this moment matters.
I hoist her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I push her back onto the wall again and position myself at her entrance.
“You want my fat cock?”
“Yes, every single inch. I’ve never felt so full as I did last night.”
“Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please, Raf. Give me your cock. Split me in half and make me never forget who owns me, even if I don’t get you for keeps.”
Light flits around the edges of my vision as I impale her on my rock-hard dick, bouncing her on it while she sucks and bites my neck.
“Mine, mine, mine,” she chants. Tagging me like I’m her wild beast so that maybe one day she might find me again.
I fucking love it. Her possessive side to match mine.
I squeeze her hips with the intent to leave bruises, so even if they fade in time, she might still be able to feel them on her skin, and I continue to piston until I’m throbbing inside her and spilling my cum so deep I hope it will stay there forever.
“Yours,” I whisper into her hair as we cling to each other before we put a lid on this glitch in the matrix.