Carina
Ishouldn’t be nervous.
I shouldn’t care what people think.
But I’m beyond apprehensive, and for some stupid reason I’m worried about the Silvestri brothers’ opinions of the strategy that Rafael and I’ve embarked on. My greatest source of concern is that they’ll talk him out of it. Which will leave me without protection or the means to rescue Violetta. Not that I wouldn’t devise another plan immediately, but it wouldn’t involve a certain foul-mouthed individual that I’ve come to care for.
“Do you have underwear on?” Rafael’s enticing mouth spreads into a wide smirk when I glare in response. “What did I say about disobeying me,viziata? It seems as though I’ll have to bind you again and this time I’ll be sure to make it more tortuous than before. Because you’re obviously not getting the message that I mean what I fucking say.”
With a huff, I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach underneath the hem of my dress to snag my panties. I squint at him, infusing my gaze with as much hostility as possible, and lift my hips to shimmy the lace down my thighs. Then I pull the undergarment past my strap covered ankles and the tips of my black heels. He glances at me here and there to keep an eye on the road, but every time he returns his gaze to mine, it’s burning with more heat.
I dangle the scrap of lace with an arched brow. “Are these what you’re wanting?”
“What I want is your pussy bare, but that’s a start.”
My gasp is loud in the small space of the car. Then it’s full of Rafael’s laughter when I ball up the panties and chuck them at his head. Of course the bastard catches the wad of material before it can hit its mark and I purse my lips to keep from muttering obscenities because that’ll only make him laugh harder.
He brings the panties to his nose and breathes deeply, making me squirm in my seat. I busy myself with the seatbelt, using it as a reason to avoid his gaze.
“I swear to fuck, there’s nothing that smells as good as your cunt.” He closes his eyes briefly, inhales again, and then groans. “Nope, there’s nothing better. I’ll never get tired of it.”
My face is on fucking fire.
At this point I’d assume Rafael saying such things wouldn’t affect me anymore, since he does it all the time. Hence me referring to him as a foul-mouthed individual. However, I find myself becoming more and more embarrassed, and I wonder if it’s because I’m beginning to like him.
Another truth I’d lie about if he asked me.
Although I can no longer deny I’m attracted to him. After the way I begged him to let come last night, it’d be stupid. I shift in my seat and squeeze my thighs to alleviate the ache that still lingers. Rafael didn’t have sex with me, despite the fact I was naked in his bed and completely willing. I can admit to myself he taught me a lesson in obedience, but he also made me realize how much I truly want him.
I swear I’m going to masturbate as soon as I have five minutes alone. Considering the constant state of arousal I’ve been in since last night, I probably only need sixty seconds to find relief. Thirty, if Rafael touches me. I nearly moan at the idea and adjust myself by crossing my legs.
His gaze darts to me and does a full sweep, quickly analyzing me. “I can’t decide what I enjoy more… Seeing you deny wanting to be fucked or watching you come.” He uses the heel of his hand to stroke his cock and my nipples harden. “If we weren’t less than a minute from Tristano’s house, I’d have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
I suck in my bottom lip and bite down to keep from agreeing. This obscene man has turned me into a whore. But only for him. I think back to the night I met Rafael and picture the beautiful blonde that was in his penthouse, as well as Jessica at the boutique. Women are drawn to Rafael like a dog to a bone and it’s reciprocal on his part. This is bothersome. Very much so.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, disrupting my musing. “Are you adverse to the idea of sucking cock?”
“I’m adverse to the idea of being one ofmanyto suck your cock.”
He clenches his jaw and exhales sharply. “Not fucking you during the next hour or so is going to kill me. Maybe even literally. Can you repeat the words ‘suck your cock?’ Hearing you say things like that… Holy fuck.”
“You completely misheard what I said.”
“Oh, no I didn’t. You just told me you’d be willing to give me head andtrust me, I won’t forget that.Ever.”
He pulls into the driveway of a sprawling mansion—as expected when one is the head of a crime family—and puts the vehicle in park. Then he turns to me and I fold my arms, looking out the window before I give in to the urge to smack him. And myself. I have a nagging suspicion this feeling stems from jealousy and I don’t like it.
The list of “things I shouldn’t care about but do anyway,” is growing longer.
“Carina.”
“Hmm?”
“Tristano is very particular when it comes to punctuality. Actually, he’s an uptight asshole about everything, so I don’t have the time to fuck you properly, let alone, finish this conversation. However, I can guarantee we will in the near future. Cool?”
I side-eye him and shrug. “It doesn’t matter who sucks your cock, just as much as it doesn’t matter who I sleep with. The only reason I brought it up is because if you’re caught doing that with another woman, then our ruse of this engagement being a love match will be ruined.”
He stares at me, all but stabbing me with the force of his gaze. Then I watch as he exits the vehicle and then makes his way to my side. I’ve already opened the door, refusing to wait for him, but he offers his hand anyway. When I don’t take it, he grabs my wrist and hauls me to my feet, causing me to slam into his chest. He digs his fingers into my hip and uses his body to pin me to the side of the car, holding me immobile by gripping the back of my neck.
