Page 81 of In Love and Revenge

Oh my God, I’m about to get fucked, and I’m fully here for it.

The guy might be an arsehole, but it’s been a long time since I had sex with a man who knew what he was doing.Reallyknew what he was doing. In fact, I’m not sure any man I’ve slept with has ever—

Rafael’s hands land on the back of my dress, grabbing the zipper.

‘Be careful!’ I warn, scared my monthly rent payment will fly out of the window if it gets ripped.

He arches a dark brow at me, holding my eyes as he slowly slides the zip all the way down to where it ends, just above the curve of my arse.

‘It’s a nice dress,’ he rasps. ‘You look beautiful in it. But it still has to come off. I’m far more interested in the beauty beneath it.’

Hearing such words of admiration from him has my core tightening with arousal.

‘I filmed it for my vlog earlier,’ I blurt, over-talking like I’m nervous. ‘It’ll be posted tomorrow.’

He runs his tongue over the edge of his perfect teeth, his tone lowering to something dark and filthy. ‘Is that so? In that case, my schedule for tomorrow is already looking promising.’

My breath hitches as he lets go of the silk and it slides down my body like an expensive curtain at an art unveiling, letting my breasts spill free, and leaving me standing in nothing but a lace G-string and heels.

Rafael purses his lips, his eyes roaming over me appreciatively from head to toe and back again, settling on my breasts.

‘You’re even more exquisite than I imagined.’

I shudder as he reaches out and cups the underneath of one breast in his large palm. He assesses its weight, brushing his thumb over my painfully hard nipple.

He cups the other breast, and I stand, completely on show and at his mercy as he strokes my nipples and palms my breasts in a way that makes me whimper and arch into his touch, believing I could actually come like this. Just from Rafael Fairfax playing with my tits like some magically fingered bestower of orgasms.

‘Hm, perfection,’ he murmurs to himself, his eyes glued to my tits like I’ve passed some secret test.

He continues to admire and caress them until I’m squirming in my heels.

‘Don’t worry. It’s coming,’ he says, eyes and hands still on my breasts. ‘I’ll give every perfect inch of you the attention it deserves.’

I hate that I whimper at his words, like I’m desperate for more of him. But I am. I want to snatch his hands away and shove thembetween my thighs. Ride those long, skilled fingers until I come all over them and my arousal drips into his palm.

Then I want to sit on that infuriatingly handsome face and do it again. And again.

And that magnificent cock of his?

I want to ruin it.

I want to take it so hard and deep inside me that he’ll never forget the feeling of being inside me for as long as he lives.

I want to fuck Rafael Fairfax like my life depends on it.

Even though I still hate him, obviously.

I don’t wait for him to set the pace, I grab his shirt, unbuttoning it, slamming my lips to his at the same time.

‘Feeling impatient, Beauty?’ he groans, coming to me easily, yanking his shirt from his trousers and tearing the rest of the buttons open for me.

He rips down the zipper on his trousers as we kiss, then shoves them off along with his boxers and socks, before pulling me back into another devasting kiss that’s all tongue, heat, and sex.

Hot, velvety skin presses against my stomach, bringing with it the mouth-watering hardness of a giant cock. The type that will make my jaw ache, but that I can’t wait to see what it’s like to choke on.

‘I want ... Oh, fuck,’ I moan as my panties are skilfully pulled to one side and strong fingers glide over my clit.

‘You want me to fuck you?’ he groans into my mouth. ‘I want that too. I want your perfect little cunt wrapped around my cock as I wring every last drop of your orgasm out of you. I want to hear you moan my name as I stuff you full of it until you’re scared you’ll split in two.’