My cheeks heat, but I nod.
"Then get on with it," Raffi growls playfully, reaching up to grab a fistful of my hair—gentle, even now—and he guides me down.
I lick my lips as I wriggle down in the bed, taking in the sight of his hard, thick cock. I can smell him, the new but strangely familiar scent of another man's excitement, and my mouth waters. I lap tentatively at the head of his cock. A salty-sweet burst of flavor spreads across my tongue, and I pause to savor the taste of him before taking more of him into my mouth. Raffi hisses in a sharp breath.
"Just like that, fuck. Knew that mouth was made to suck cock."
I suck harder, cheeks hollowing, encouraged by the bitten-off curses falling from Raffi's lips. His hand tightens in my hair, and then he picks up the pace, fucking up into my mouth. Drool leaks from the corners of my lips as his cock slides slick and easy over my tongue. I can barely breathe, lost in the stretch and burn of my jaw, the insistent throb in my balls, and I love it.
I love being used by him. I love to know I'm pleasing him.
I loveservinghim.
Raffi pulls me off without warning. I chase his cock blindly, whining in protest. He laughs, reaches down to thumb over my swollen lips.
"Don't cry, sweets, I'm not done with you yet." His eyes travel down my body. "Not anywhere close to done with you. I plan to fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
My cock jerks at the promise in his tone, even though the idea scares me. Raffi grins and pulls me up into a bruising kiss. "Tell me," he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my cheek. "Do you want that? Do you want me deep inside you, filling you up? You want your ass breaking open on my cock?"
"Y-yes, please." My inhibitions crumble away to nothing.
"Are you ready to be my slut, sweets? Are you desperate for it?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, you'll be a good little slut for me," Raffi purrs, his hand sliding between my legs to tug once or twice at me. "My needy little cocksucker. Can't wait to hear what you sound like getting your hole filled up with my dick."
But just as I'm about to roll over and let him do anything—everything—he wants, a sharp knock on the door echoes through the room, shattering the spell. We freeze, our eyes locking in alarm as reality comes crashing back down upon us.
"Who the hell—?" Raffi growls, springing out of bed and yanking up his underwear in one swift motion. He grabs his gun from the bedside table as he stalks towards the door.
"Stay here in the bedroom," he orders, stabbing a finger at me, and shutting the bedroom door behind him. I tug the blankets up and curl tight under them, as though they can save me from whatever's coming today.
Because reality has dawned again, and the renewed banging on the door makes me jump for a second time. No matter how incredible last night was, we're still stuck in Redwood, and we can't get out.
And there's someone out there very determined to getin.
CHAPTER 22
DARIAN
"Who is it?"Raffi demands.
A very familiar voice sings out, "Just me."
I hear Raffi sigh out a curse and then unlock the door. "Hey—" he says, but a moment later, Julian Castellani has flung open the bedroom door and is standing just outside it with a smug smile on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
I yank the sheets high up around me.
"What do youwant?" Raffi growls, pushing past Julian after locking the main door again.
"I see you're not a morning person, Raffaello. May I?" Julian gestures, as though he's a vampire who need an invitation to come into my bedroom. Raffi looks at me, a question in his eyes.
"Come in," I choke out.
Julian takes a few little sniffs as he enters the bedroom. "Well, now," Julian says softly. "If the murder had just happened, andyou were about to tell me you'd been fucking all night, I might be more inclined to believe you today."
