And then—
Rafael leaned in slightly.
His breath brushed the edge of my ear.
Low and dangerously intimate.
“Are you truly certain you would feel nothing if I went and fucked another woman?”
I stiffened instantly, my entire body going rigid at the image his words forced into my mind.
Another woman.
His hands on someone else. His voice softened for someone else. That same dangerous attention I could feel even when I couldn’t see him—given freely, carelessly, to someone who wasn’t me.
My stomach twisted violently.
“Do whatever you want,” I lied.
The words tasted like poison.
Because it wasn’t true.
And he knew it.
I just didn’t have the courage to admit that the thought of him with someone else made something sharp and ugly claw its way up my throat.
I didn’t want it. Not his touch. Not his attention. Not the rare moments of restraint and control that made him feel... almost human given to anyone else.
“Because this is what your first punishment looks like—you’re going to watch me destroy another woman’s pussy while you sit there dripping and denied, learning exactly who owns you.”
My chest tightened like a vise, each breath sharp and painful as if he’d already dragged the other woman in here and started.
Tears burned hot behind my eyes, but I blinked them back furiously.
I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
Swallowing hard, I lifted my chin and whispered, “If you think I deserve it... then do it. I can take it.”
His steps stopped somewhere in the wide hallway, the echo of our movement dying into stillness.
I couldn’t see him, but I felt the shift immediately.
Then suddenly, he turned me.
My back barely had time to register the motion before I was pulled straight into his chest.
I gasped sharply.
“Rafael—”
I shoved at him immediately, panic flaring on instinct.
My palms pressed against solid muscle, expensive fabric, warmth that felt too close, too overwhelming.
I tried to push back harder, but his arm locked around my waist with unyielding strength.
Steel disguised as a man.
