His entire frame stills and I know I’ve struck a chord in him. But his shock is quickly replaced with his burning desire to subjugate me. So I prepare myself. Rafael takes himself in hand and guides it between my legs, coating himself in my arousal. The head of his cock rubs my clit and it takes everything in me not to grind into his movements, to match his pacing. He shifts to an upright position and removes his hand from my neck to pull my ass cheeks apart.
“I’ve wanted to fuck this for so long,” he says, his voice hoarse.
He presses the tip of his cock and my back entrance and I will my body to relax, to accept the pressure as he works his way past the tight rim. It’s difficult to remain calm and unmoving, but watching the emotions on Rafael’s face is what gets me through the burning sensation. His eyes are alight with anticipation and they glitter with an intense lust. He may think this is revenge, but I know better.
The head of his cock finally makes it inside and then he slams in the rest of the way. Tears spring to my eyes as Rafael groans with deep-seated satisfaction.
“So fucking tight,” he whispers. “I’m going to own this ass like I do the rest of you.”
He begins to move and like before, Rafael thinks he’s hurting me, but I’m hit with a bolt of ecstasy, then bombarded with arousal. His thrusts increase with every gyration of his hips and before long I can’t stop from moaning and murmuring his name. He spanks my ass, pushing my desire to new heights and when he comes, I’m so close.
“This ass is mine.” He spills into my body and then continues to drive into me, long after his orgasm wanes. “Fucking hell.”
I lie there panting on the floor, overwhelmed with new sensations and the need for relief. There’s no point in asking him for it, so I reach back to touch my clit. Rafael withdraws from me so fast that all I can do is suck in a breath before he’s slapping my hand away.
“I don’t fucking think so.” He smirks at me and I close my eyes to keep from being goaded further. “Only good girls get to come. You know that.”
“And what about a loving wife?” I lift my eyelids and stare at him. “Does she get anything?”
He glares at me and gets to his feet. “You mean a whore who pretended to be a wife?”
I say nothing, knowing this is only meant to provoke me. Instead, I rise unsteadily to my feet while ignoring the aches in my body, and lift my chin. It’s a silent challenge, but a challenge all the same. In response, he grabs my upper arm and drags me into the adjoining bathroom. Once the shower is on, he propels me inside and then stares at me.
We eye one another for what feels like an eternity. The emotions that travel over his face and between us are silent, but loud with the messages we don’t speak. I wait until I see the chink in his emotional armor before I go in for the kill, to eradicate his anger as much as possible.
He watches me with anger rolling off him in waves, but they’re slower now and less violent. I move slowly, as though dealing with a wounded animal, and carefully wash his body. Nothing but tender, loving strokes to every inch of his skin.
Then I suck his cock. And I do it to the best of my ability, giving of myself until he’s fisting my hair and mouthing my name. I take him deep and nearly choke, the spray of the water from the shower hiding my tears. But when he comes with a groan and strokes the side of my face, I know it won’t be long until I’ve tempered the storm in him.
I stay kneeling on the shower floor and lower my head, waiting for his next move. Will he accept my acts of surrender? Or will he feel the need to punish me further.
“Come here.”
I snap my head up at the sound of his voice and find him sitting on the bench at the far wall. Without a thought, I go to him and stand between his legs. He jerks his chin in a downward motion and I crawl onto his lap, with my knees on either side of his hips, facing him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” he asks. I shake my head and lean closer, itching to touch him but keeping my hands on my thighs. He roves his gaze over my face, searching for what I believe is sincerity. “Even if I hurt you?”
“If you do, it’s because I hurt you first. But revenge isn’t always the answer.”
“We’re going to have to agree to fucking disagree on that.”
I cautiously raise my hand and place it on his chest, directly over his heart. “That applies to the world, but not from me to you and I’m done running from the things that scare me.”
“So you say.”
“So Iknow. The only reason I wanted to leave was because I needed to feel safe, but you give me that and in a way no one else ever has.” I give him a small smile and lift my other hand to cup his cheek. “You’re the reason I want to stay.”
He scoffs. “I’m not your personal bodyguard,viziata.”
The thrill of hearing him call me my pet name widens my smile. “No, you’re my healing. That’s what your name means.”
“So, I don’t get to fuck you to death?”
My lips twitch with amusement, but it quickly fades when he guides his cock into me and fills me with a single thrust. I let my head fall back and wrap my hands around his neck.
“You can certainly try,” I say on a moan when he starts to move inside me.
I shouldn't have challenged him because Rafael fucks me like a madman. My breasts bounce and rub against his slick chest, making my nipples tingle with every movement. He slams me down so hard onto his cock that I cry out every time and if it weren’t for him gripping my hips, I would fall. However, there will mostly likely be bruises on my skin soon. My orgasm builds with ferocity and I reach down to touch myself, to ease the ache that’s plaguing me.
