“Are—” I cleared my throat. “Are you jealous?”
He laughed, an immediate reaction, the sound low and husky as it traced chills down my spine. “Ah, my lovely little Cinderella.” He was so close now, his finger stroking down my cheek. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he breathed.
My heart started hammering in my chest again, and I had to clench my thighs at this assault on my senses. His smell, that feel of contained rage, the tingles on my skin from where he’d touched me.
It was too much.
“I don’t want to cause trouble between you two,” I said, sounding stupidly breathless. “That’s not my intention at all. I just… Jordan is really grea—”
My words caught again as his knuckles grazed across my nipple, one and then the other until they were stiff peaks straining against the thin material of my shirt.
“Jordan is great,” Rafe drawled. “He’s my best friend for a reason. I don’t trust many people in this world, but Jordan… he’s family.”
I was so fucking confused and so fucking turned on that it took every ounce of my control not to moan as his hand dragged even lower.
“You’re going to break his heart,” he whispered, lips against my ear. “And then I’m going to break you.”
That hand, which had been tracing my body, lifted and stroked my throat. It was partly threatening and a lot arousing.
“I care about Jordan,” I managed to choke out.
Rafe’s laugh was dark. Dangerous.
In a move faster than my sluggish brain could track, his hand was under my skirt, fingers stroking the dripping moisture between my legs. There was no stopping the moan this time as I rocked forward into that touch.
“You care about Jordan,” he mocked, “but you’re soaked for me.”
Jesus. Fuck.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, but there was a part of me that was sure Rafe was just using me to prove a point.
Well, two could play that fucking game.
My right hand shot out, cupping his long hard length. He could spout all he wanted that I was soaked for him, but he was like a fucking baseball bat in my hands, so hard that it had to be painful.
“I think you might care more than you’re letting on,” I said, tilting my chin back, gaze clashing with his.
I licked my lips, trying not to moan again as his fingers slid inside, finding my G-spot instantly. His lips were on mine then, cruel and biting, but I didn’t care. I needed this orgasm more than I needed air.
Then, fuck Rafe, because I was leaving his dumb ass here.
Our kiss deepened, and I widened my stance, giving him more access. It took me almost no time to come, the swirling sensations low in my stomach exploding as Rafe and I kissed like we’d die if we didn’t. It was a little desperate and a lot fucking hot.
As I cried out against his lips, he stiffened in surprise, like he hadn’t expected me to come so quickly.
Before he could respond, I wrenched my mouth back and stepped away so his hand fell from my skirt, then I took off down the hall.
“What the fuck, Cinderella,” he growled, his voice fading as I exited the secret tunnel and sprinted to my door, sliding inside in the next few seconds.
Take that, you fucking asshole.
Violet: One
Rafe: Zero
It was fun to count orgasms, especially when I was in front.
Chapter 18
