CHAPTER SIXTEEN
RAFAELLE
Liliana is hard to look at. But she’s even harder to look away from.
Her skin practically glows in the low light of the room, her waves of hair spreading around her head in a way that makes my throat tight. I watch as she bites down on the corner of her lips, her breaths soft and hesitant.
I could close the distance between us so easily. I’ve been a fucking saint staying away from her for so long without tasting those lips again.
I don’t move, though. Especially not when I think about her request. The more I do, the more anger thrums beneath my skin.
She wants me to fuck her like I’ve fucked all the other women? She wants me to treat her like she’s not special? Then I’ll grant that request. Despite the hollowness in my throat and the need that feels like second nature to me now.
My gaze drifts down her body, to her lace-covered breasts and the light blue panties she’s wearing. I want to yank the material down and suck her pussy into my mouth. I wanted to devour her like it’s my fucking last meal.
But I can’t do that. Because she asked me to fuck her like the others. And I sure as hell didn’t give those women head.
“When I said take it off, I meant everything, Liliana,” I drawl, watching the rise and fall of her breasts in the bra she has on.
My muscles tighten as I resist the urge to take them off myself. I can’t touch her yet. If I do, every modicum of self-control will vanish and then we’ll both really be fucked.
The expression on her face displays an internal battle.
A fight between obedience and the stubbornness that’s second nature to her.
In the end, she caves, reaching for her back to unhook her bra.
Her full, heavy breasts fall forward, and I feel my breaths start to grow heavy.
Her nipples are puckered, hard and practically begging for attention.
I watch in anticipation as she reaches for her panties, but then she pauses.
“You can take this off yourself,” she states, eyes meeting mine, defiance shining through them.
I growl, stalking towards her and wrapping her hair around my fist. I draw her closer in the same movement, my lips ghosting hers.
“There are rules down here, little siren,” I begin harshly. “You don’t speak unless spoken to. Second, you listen to what I say and follow my orders without protest….”
With those words, I rip away her panties with a savage tug that draws a yelp from her. Her breathing intensifies. Her eyes growing half lidded with lust. Still, she maintains eye contact, waiting for my next move. My fist tightens in her hair, drawing her even closer.
I reach downward, my fingers coasting over her pussy, feeling the dampness of her arousal. But I don’t touch her, not yet. Although my cock is aching for it, growing harder with each second that I’m not inside her.
“Third, if you disobey me, you get punished.”
She gasps when I slap against her folds, jolting against me.
“Lastly,” I murmur, reaching back for her ass and kneading the soft flesh in my palm, “You don’t get to touch me.”
Her eyes narrow at that. “You’re kidding.”
“Sweetheart, you’re going to wish I was,” I release her hair and then smack her ass lightly, “Get on the bed, Liliana.”
She does, slowly climbing into the four-poster bed with wariness and lust mingling in her expression. She sits in the same position countless women have been in over the years and it looks fucking wrong.
This room is tainted with memories I’d rather scrub from my mind because nothing and no one even compares to her. An annoyed breath leaves my lips in a huff. I walk over to the bed and take a seat on the edge, lowering myself to it and turning away from her.
It’s official. I’ve gone insane.
The tension in the room dissipates, dousing us both in ice. A second later, I feel arms slide around my neck.
Liliana rests her face on my shoulder, “Aren’t you a little too young to be having performance issues, Rafaelle?”
A light chuckle escapes my throat, taking away all the anger and leaving me feeling somewhat empty and yet full at the same time.
“I can’t fuck you in here, Liliana,” I say soberly.
“I’m glad,” she breathes, her arms tightening even further around me. “I don’t want to be just another woman you slept with in this bed.”
“You’re not,” I tell her, my throat tight. “This room was the perfect excuse. It was easier to put up a wall in here, to drown out all the intimacy from my actions.”
“But with you, little siren,” I turn slightly, reaching for the curve of her neck and wrapping my arms around her throat.
Her eyes bore into mine, twin peaks of bright light, soft and beautiful, “I want to feel fucking everything. You make me feel like I don’t have to put a wall up anymore.
You make me feel vulnerable and sure, I hate it, but I want you in my space. I want you in my bed.”
“So take me there,” she says without hesitation.
Then she’s leaning forward. The second our lips meet, we both let out a soft gasp. Or relief, satisfaction in the wake of anticipation. It’s clear to me that we’ve both been wanting to do that. Aching for it. My hand around her neck tightens.
“You make me vulnerable too, Rafaelle,” she whispers.
“Put on your clothes, before I decide to fuck that tight, beautiful cunt of yours with my tongue in here,” I growl.
She rolls her eyes, “So romantic.”
After placing one last kiss against my lips, she climbs out, and I get to watch a show as she throws the dress she had been wearing over her head. Without her bra and panties, which are in two torn pieces on the floor. She frowns as she stares at them.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Care to make things interesting?” I ask, leaning back on my hands.
She turns to me warily. My eyes are glued to her nipples that are still visibly hard under the material of her dress. My fists clench with the effort it takes not to walk up to her and rip it off.
“A race,” I grin. “To my bedroom.”
“I’m pretty sure this kink has a name,” she muses.
“It’s called primal play. You in? I’ll give you a head start.”
She shakes her head, “Your headstarts aren’t fair.”
“I promise it’ll be fair.”
She considers it for a moment before nodding once, expectation blooming in her expression.
“What do I get if I make it there before you?”
“I’ll make do on my promise and make you come with my mouth, then my fingers, before I finally fuck you hard with my cock.”
A shiver rolls through her with those words, her cheeks flushing.
“And if you catch me?”
“I’ll spank your ass raw and you don’t get my mouth,” I inform her, although that really sounds like a punishment for myself.
I’m dying to get my tongue inside of her.
“Fine,” she murmurs, “Play fair, Rafaelle.”
She turns towards the door with a smirk on her face, wrenching the door open and escaping.
My muscles tense and ripple at the promise of a hunt. Blood rushes to my limbs and down to my cock. I stay put, my gaze remaining locked on the door she just left through. Like I promised, I wait a couple of seconds before rising to my feet.
Before leaving the room, I pick up her discarded bra and ripped panties. Tucking the latter into the pockets of my pants.
I take my time striding up the stairs, the journey to my bedroom seemingly infinitely long.
When I arrive at the door, I push it open to reveal a goddess standing in the middle of the room. And she’s naked. Her skin glistening, highlighting the generous slope of her breasts and her taut nipples. My gaze goes further down to her shaved pussy and a growl is wrenched for my throat.
“Fucking hell, little siren.”
I practically attack her, pushing her back onto the bed. I glide my hand over the slope of her breasts, and it’s intoxicating having her like this, beneath me.
“Where’s my reward?” she breathes heavily.
“So greedy,” I murmur, placing a light kiss on her nipples that has her clenching her legs together. I kiss my way down her body, soft, light kisses until I settle between her legs. “So impatient.”
I slap her legs apart, enjoying the sound of her groan as I lick the inside of her thigh. My first taste of her leaves her trembling and has me fighting not to detonate in my pants.
Liliana squirms, turning her head to the sides and clutching the sheets as I feast on her.
I swipe my tongue along her folds, all the way to the slit, feeling her shudder.
As she trembles, I flick my tongue against her clit, once, twice.
Then I suck and toy with it until her back arches of the bed, her cry one of desperation and destruction.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, her hand landing on my hair, gripping on for dear life as her hips jerk and her arousal coats my tongue.
She tastes fucking amazing.
Liliana’s barely come down from the orgasm when I thrust my finger inside of her, wrenching a deep moan.
“Round two, little siren,” I drawl.
The pressure on my hair tightens. The sounds she makes are the most beautiful things I’ve ever in the world. I want to bottle that shit up and keep it with me at all times.
Her hips jerk up and down seeking more friction. I set a rhythm that has her squirming and hissing beneath me. I want to see her face when she comes again so I wrench myself upward, licking my lips to show her just how much I fucking enjoyed the taste of her.
“Rafaelle,” she moans, her hands balled into fists.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against her lips.
I add another finger inside of her that has her gasping against my mouth.
“From now on, I’m the only one you get wet for. I’m the only one that gets to do this,” I punctuate my words with a hard thrust, my fingers going deeper into her tight wet heat.
“Tell me you understand that,” I state, increasing the pace of my thrusts.
She’s barely listening to me, her chest falling up and down rapidly. Her eyes are hazy, dark with lust and awe.
“Liliana,” I grit out, when she still doesn’t reply. “Tell me you understand.”
“Y-yes,” she stammers.
“Good girl.”