“Another lie, hmm?” He shakes his head. “I’m going to have to teach you how to lie properly because I can see it written all over your face. Well, that and your eagerness to come.”
“You’re wrong about—”
He brutally pinches my clit, effectively cutting off my words because they morph into a scream. It’s a sound full of surprise and the other half pure ecstasy. I come so hard my body shakes, wracked with the sweet tremors of release. And then I’m compelled into a higher state of rapture by Rafael’s touch and his enticing depravity.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “I want my fingers drenched, so give it all to me. That’s right. Just like that.”
I moan, and it’s a lament of my pride being fractured, as well as an act of surrender. I give in to him and to the demands of my body since I’m not strong enough to fight them both. And then I yield to the beauty of what’s happening. Because it is beautiful, even if I was apprehensive at first.
Rafael pulls his hand away from the juncture of my thighs and then runs his thumb across my bottom lip, leaving behind dampness. “Taste yourself,” he says, his voice hoarse.
My eyes slowly flutter open, just in time for me to see him dip his finger into his mouth. Rafael stares down at me while he greedily sucks on his finger and my core clenches, wanting to be filled. Watching him savor and enjoy that part of me makes my head spin.
I flick my tongue out, tasting the evidence of my arousal—my undoing—and he groans. That sound is primal and goes beyond mere attraction.
He wants me with a passion that calls to something deep inside of me. Not the part that’s tainted and damaged, but the femme fatal hidden under layers of emotional anguish. She’s hungry for more of what he can do, what he can offer in terms of pleasure.
He unbuttons the front of my dress and with every inch of my skin that’s revealed, my breathing becomes that much more shallow. When he pulls back the material and exposes my simple cotton bra, he gazes down at me as though I’m perfection personified. My feelings of self-consciousness melt away at the heat in his eyes, the same fire searing a mark onto my soul.
With a light touch, he caresses my nipple and it tightens immediately under his expert manipulations, as does the other. My breasts tingle with want and soon I’m arching into his hand, wordlessly begging for more.
He shifts above me and leans into me more fully, allowing me to feel the entirety of him. His hard cock presses into my thigh and I marvel at the size of it. I may or may not be a virgin, depending on a person’s viewpoint, but I’m not ignorant of sexual things. I’ve climaxed before by my own hand, yet I’ve never allowed anyone else to take me there.
And I’ve never come so strongly in my life until Rafael.
He tugs the edge of my bra down and lowers his head with his gaze locked on mine. I want to look away, embarrassment running rampant through me, but his energy is magnetic, pulling me to him, as opposed to away. I watch him with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips as he swirls his tongue around my nipple. Then he covers it with his mouth and sucks.
Hard enough to cause tiny pinpricks of pain.
My sex spasms and a strangled cry works its way from my throat. But instead of pushing him, I slide my fingers into his hair and grip the strands tight, forcing his head down, needing more. His gruff laugh has my insides liquifying and my mind conjures an image of that same laughter skimming my clit. I moan at the fantasy, wishing I could tell him what I want without having to sacrifice more of my pride. He and I are engaging in a battle of wills and I’m outmatched.
Rafael has defeated me.
He continues to fondle one breast while lavishing the other with his mouth and before long I’ve propped up my leg to mold my body around his, to envelop him between my thighs. Intertwined like this, I can feel the very strength of him. Rafael’s alluring because he’s dangerous. That’s the malevolence I’ve been trying to escape, but it’s difficult because it lives in me.
And I find it reflected in Rafael.
Darkness begets darkness, and once combined, there is no separation.
He and I are the same in this.
But only for now.
He nips at the swell of my breast, and does the same to each nipple afterward. I relinquish my hold on his hair and let my arms fall back to rest on the couch above my head, while trying to think of a way to stop this. It doesn’t come.
And do I even want it to?
I’ve fallen into another abyss, but this one is filled with dark delights and a sensuality that overwhelms my senses. I don’t fight the darkness this time. Instead, I let it carry me away on a tide that doesn’t make me feel as though I’m drowning. No, I’m soaring.
Rafael grabs my neck and inserts his index finger between my lips, scraping the pad across my teeth. “Do you still want to lie or are you finally willing to admit the truth? Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
His tone is terse, yet mocking, and that’s enough to dampen the delicious sensations he’s creating within me. Despite my body yearning for his touch, I wrench my mind from the haze of lust clouding me. Clouding my judgment.
“That isn’t what I came here for.”
“We’re going to have to agree to disagree,” he says. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you haven’t answered me.”
As soon as my lips part on the gasp, he seizes the opportunity to dominate my mouth. His tongue grazes mine and I whimper, the tiny sound transferring to him. He groans low in his throat and hearing his response sends a thrill through me, drawing me further into his web of seduction. His cock is hard, and knowing he’s affected by me makes me realize I’m not as disadvantaged as I originally thought.
