2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
C HAPTER TWO
RORY
Spite was a dangerous thing. It was spite that made seven-year-old me hide out in the basement when my mom refused to give me cookies, just so she would think I was missing and panic. It was spite that made me push a boy named Benny into a swimming pool at the age of 12, because he'd called my sister fat.
Now it was spite that made me kiss my ex-boyfriend's younger brother.
Raphael's lips were soft against mine, tasting faintly of smoke. His arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with heat and desire.
He groaned against my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. His hand moved to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheek gently. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into his touch, losing myself in the moment.
When we broke apart, his blue eyes were dark with lust. "Rory..."
"You want more?" I teased.
His brows furrowed as he studied me briefly before smiling. "Let's get out of here," he whispered.
I glanced around, noting the curious looks a few people were giving us. I licked my lips and took Raphael's hand in mine. He led me to the bar, where he paid the tab and then led me outside.
"Come on," he said, pulling me along behind him.
We exited the building and walked toward his car, a shiny, black, sporty convertible. "What about your friends?" I asked. "Didn't you come with them?"
"They'll find their way home," he said.
He opened the door for me, helping me inside. Then he got in on his side, starting the engine and taking off. The wind blew through my hair, causing it to whip around wildly.
I sat quietly beside him, trying not to think about what I was doing. I should be angry at myself for agreeing to come home with him. For allowing this to happen. But I wasn't.
I glanced over at Raphael. His blond hair blew back from his face, revealing the strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones. He looked unbothered, completely focused on the road ahead of him.
We drove through the city streets, passing tall buildings and bright lights. After a while, the buildings became less frequent and the skyline grew smaller. Finally, he turned onto a private driveway and stopped in front of a large mansion.
He climbed out, coming over to open the door for me. I stepped out and looked up at the house. It was massive, easily four stories high. The walls were white brick with large windows overlooking the grounds. A stone pathway led up to the front door.
Raphael took my hand, leading me up to the front steps. "I would give you a tour," he said. "But I'm afraid that's going to have to wait."
"So this is where you stay when you're not in your parents' house?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He nodded, pulling me into the house. The interior was just as grand as the exterior. Marble floors and walls lined with paintings and expensive furniture decorated the entrance hall. It was quiet. Did he stay here alone?
Raphael helped me take off my jacket in the living room, tossing it on the couch. Then he let me up the stairs and down a long corridor until we reached a bedroom. He opened the door and motioned for me to enter.
Inside, the room was spacious, with a king-sized bed and matching nightstands on either side. There was a walk-in closet and bathroom, both large enough to fit an entire apartment inside.
"Wow," I breathed, taking in the view. I walked over to the edge where a large window overlooked the front yard and the driveway. "It's beautiful."
"Thank you," Raphael said. He came up behind me, placing his hands on my hips. His lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Let's take off these clothes," he murmured.
I bit my lip. This was exactly what I wanted. To hurt Rylan. He had cheated on me, and now he was being a controlling dick. I was never going to go back to him. No, the best way to get revenge would be to…
"Thinking about my brother?" Raphael asked, pressing his body against mine.
I turned around, my lips parting. "N-no, I-"
He chuckled. "If you want to use me, that's fine, Rory."
I swallowed hard. How did he know?
"I can tell," he said. "Just let me take care of you tonight."
"What if I'm thinking about him while we're together?" I asked.
Raphael laughed like the very thought amused him. "Rory, when I fuck you, I guarantee the only person you'll be thinking about is me."
He kissed me again, this time with more passion. His tongue traced along my lower lip, making me gasp. He slipped it into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I moaned softly, gripping his shoulders.
His hands wandered over my body, touching and caressing every part of me, leaving trails of heat wherever he went. His fingers found my zipper and he pulled it down, causing my dress to fall open.
I shivered slightly as his hands roamed my skin, tracing along my ribs. He broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at me. His gaze trailed down to the lacy lingerie set I wore underneath. I liked matching my underwear, even when there was no one around to see it, but the look in Raphael's eyes made me want to do it just for him.
He stepped away, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. His chest was toned and muscled, his skin smooth and clear. He looked perfect. He kicked off his shoes and then unbuttoned his pants. Then he leaned in to kiss my neck.
I ran my hands along his abs, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath my fingertips. My breath hitched when his hands moved lower, reaching behind me to unfasten my bra.
It dropped to the floor and he cupped my breasts, rolling his thumbs over my nipples. They hardened under his touch, aching for more.
I gasped when he pinched one, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. His lips captured mine again, swallowing my moan.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Our tongues fought for dominance, but he won, exploring every inch of my mouth, taking his time with it. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, setting me down gently. When he pulled away from the kiss, it was to kneel between my legs and remove my panties.
I watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, anticipation building inside me.
Raphael crawled on top of me, kissing along my jawline. "You're gorgeous," he murmured against my skin.
My heart raced, beating frantically as his lips moved down my neck. His teeth grazed against my collarbone and he sucked gently, making me cry out. His hands stroked along my sides, sending waves of pleasure through me.
His tongue flicked across my nipple, circling it teasingly. I arched my back, wanting more. He moved lower, kissing down my stomach. When he reached the top of my thigh, he glanced up, meeting my gaze. His eyes were dark with lust, making my insides quiver.
"Raphael," I breathed.
"Patience," he whispered, nipping at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
I squirmed beneath him, struggling to stay still as his lips moved closer to where I needed him. He teased me, brushing his lips over my folds, before moving to kiss the other side.
My legs trembled and I bit down on my lower lip, trying to hold back my moans. He took pity on me, sliding a finger inside.
I groaned as he stroked me, rubbing circles against my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily, and he chuckled.
"You're so wet, Rory," he purred.
I whimpered, wanting more. He withdrew his hand, sliding two fingers inside. I clenched around them, gripping his wrist tightly. He pumped them slowly, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot.
My body shook violently as he thrust harder, hitting it repeatedly. Then he leaned in and licked my clit. I screamed, arching my back, and came undone.
My orgasm rocked through me, sending shockwaves throughout my body. I fell back onto the pillows, gasping for air.
"That was so fucking hot," he said, kissing my forehead.
I looked up at him through hooded eyes, unable to speak. Raphael Barlowe definitely knew what he was doing when he used his fingers.
He smiled and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his tongue and shivered as positioned himself above me and lined his cock with my entrance. "You ready, gorgeous?"
I nodded and he pushed inside, stretching me out.
I gasped at the sudden fullness. He moved slowly, letting me adjust. Then he started thrusting, building up a steady rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he pounded into me.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, clinging onto him. He grunted with every thrust, driving me crazy. I wanted more, so much more.
"Oh, God," I moaned, throwing my head back.
Raphael grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Look at me," he commanded.
I obeyed, staring deep into faded blue eyes. He smiled, picking up his pace. His hips slammed against mine, pushing deeper. He growled and pulled out, flipping me onto my stomach.
I cried out as he entered me again, filling me completely. He fucked me hard and fast, holding nothing back. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yes!" I yelled.
Raphael fingers dug into my skin, gripping tightly. "You like that, Rory?" he asked. "You like being treated like a fucking slut?"
"Y-yes," I moaned.
He pulled out and turned me onto my back. He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, almost bending me in half. Then he pushed back inside.
I whimpered, unable to take any more. My entire body ached with need, begging for release.
He pounded me relentlessly, grunting with every thrust. I cried out, feeling my orgasm building. My muscles tightened, ready to explode.
"I'm going to cum," he groaned.
"Please, please," I pleaded.
"Say my name."
"Raphael!" I screamed as he spilled his seed inside me.
He collapsed onto the mattress beside me. He pulled me in for a kiss almost immediately, his lips soft and gentle against mine.
"Fuck," he breathed.
"Yeah," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.
We lay together in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. Raphael was right; he was all I'd been able to think about.
Raphael pulled me close, stroking my hair. "Wanna go again?"
I laughed and rolled over onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow. "Is that all you think about?"
He smirked, trailing a finger down my cheek. "Pretty much," he said, kissing me again.
My mind went blank as his hand groped my breasts. I let him spread my legs again and for the rest of the night, I let him take me in every way imaginable.