CHAPTER 7 – Rafe #2
I bind her wrists with a leather cord from my pocket, securing them above her head, pinning them to the wall.
The restraint makes her gasp, her body arching, vulnerable and perfect.
“You’re mine,” I growl, sinking two fingers inside her, her tight, hot pussy gripping me like a vice.
I pump slowly, teasing, curling against that sweet spot, watching her face twist with pleasure.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice low against her ear, “falling apart on my fingers already.”
“Rafe—” she whimpers, rocking against my hand, her pussy clenching as I add a third finger, stretching her, my thumb circling her clit with relentless precision.
Her thighs tremble, breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps, her body wound tight, teetering on the edge.
I can feel her unraveling, the tension coiling, ready to snap.
“Come for me,” I order, voice a dark growl as I press harder, faster, my thumb ruthless on her clit.
She shatters, her scream raw and sinful, her pussy spasming around my fingers, soaking my hand as her body convulses.
I don’t stop, drawing out every shudder, every moan, until she’s trembling, oversensitive, wholly mine.
I pull my fingers free, licking her taste from them as her dazed eyes meet mine.
Her hands, still bound, strain against the leather, and I smirk, tearing her shorts and panties away, leaving her bare.
I palm her breasts, rolling her nipples, sucking one into my mouth, teasing with my tongue until she’s moaning again, her body arching into me.
“You’re not done yet, princess,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her stomach, dropping to my knees.
My lips find her inner thigh, teasing closer to her dripping pussy.
“Rafe, please,” she begs, voice raw, hips shifting.
I drag my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring her taste, her heat.
She cries out, wrists straining, as I suck her clit, flicking with ruthless precision, pushing her toward another edge.
Her moans fracture, her body trembling as I devour her, relentless, unyielding.
She’s close again, her pussy clenching, thighs shaking. “Come again,” I growl, sucking harder, and she does, her scream echoing as her second orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing, soaking my mouth. I lick her through it, savoring every tremor until she’s whimpering, spent.
I rise, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself as I free her wrists, only to flip her onto the bed, pinning her beneath me.
Her hands shove at my waistband, pushing my pants down, fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking with a teasing grip that makes me groan.
“Fuck, Emilia,” I rasp, head dropping back as she squeezes, driving me to the edge.
“You’re wearing too much,” she murmurs, wicked and breathless, and I let her strip me bare.
Her touch is fire, stroking my cock, teasing the tip until I’m shaking.
I lift her, legs locking around my waist, her slick heat pressing against me.
I line myself up, teasing her entrance, sliding my cock through her folds, making her gasp, body trembling.
“Ready?” I ask, voice tight, control fraying.
“Rafe, please,” she begs, voice raw, desperate.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice, stealing my breath.
She cries out, nails raking my back, legs tightening as I stretch her, fill her completely.
I still, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, forehead pressed to hers.
“Move,” she gasps, hips rolling, and I obey, thrusting with a brutal, relentless rhythm, each stroke claiming her deeper.
The bed creaks, the air thick with moans, curses, the wet slap of skin.
I hitch her thigh higher, angling deeper, hitting that spot that makes her scream.
My hand slides to her clit, thumb circling, pushing her toward another edge.
“Rafe—oh my God,” she cries, pussy clenching, pleasure coiling tight. “Come with me,” she gasps, gripping my jaw, eyes locked on mine.
I lose it, thrusts erratic, control gone. We shatter together, her scream blending with my groan as her pussy milks me, pulling me under. I spill inside her, hot and thick, our bodies trembling in violent waves of pleasure.
Silence falls, heavy with sweat and ragged breaths. I press my forehead to hers, both of us still shaking. “This changes everything,” I murmur, voice raw.
She nods, fingers threading through my hair. “Don’t let them take me,” she whispers, voice soft but fierce.
“I won’t,” I vow, pulling her close, my hold unyielding. But a distant crash from downstairs makes me tense, the softness in my eyes replaced by cold steel. “Stay here,” I order, pulling on my pants, the mafia world clawing us back.
“Rafe—” she starts, but I cut her off with a look. “What’s happening?”
“Viktor’s men,” I say, voice grim. “They’re here.”
Her eyes blaze with defiance. “I’m coming with you.”
I want to argue, but her resolve stops me. “Fucking impossible,” I mutter, a faint smile breaking through. “Stay close. My rules.”
She nods, and we brace for the fight, bound by the fire we’ve ignited, ready to face the blood and chaos together.