Page 87 of In Love and Revenge

‘You’re not on the pill?’

‘No.’

‘What about the injection? The coil? Anything?’ He grimaces.

I shake my head.

‘Where are you in your cycle?’

‘What?’ I gape at him.

‘Where are you in—’

‘My period’s due any day now.’

‘I see,’ he growls.

He retreats, and I exhale shakily as his dick slides out of me.

Then he thrusts it back in more violently than ever.

‘What are you doing?’ I cry.

Rafael’s eyes carry a determined gleam as he pulls out, then slams back inside me again.

‘You better make sure you come before I do if you’re worried.’ His lips press into an arrogant line as I stare at him in horror.

‘You’re a bloody insurance CEO,’ I gasp. ‘You’re risk averse!’

He drives inside me harder, his jaw clenching with the effort. ‘The chance of pregnancy at this point in your cycle is slim at best.’

‘Oh my God.’

I force myself to breathe. But it’s okay, it’s fine. He’s not going to get the chance to finish inside me because I’m so close ... I’m practically there. The man might be a nightmare in a suit, but he’s a goddamn delight between your thighs. Every inch of him feels like it was crafted specifically to bring me the most pleasure possible.

We just fit.

‘Rafael,’ I moan, tilting my head back as my orgasm slides into the edges of my consciousness, rapidly racing closer and closer.

‘Aurora,’ he counters. ‘Damn it, Beauty, come on it, you know you want to. Come. On. My. Cock.’

Each word is backed up by a delicious thrust that has me pinned into the mattress beneath him. Dear Lord, this man can fuck. I’m going to ache so much tomorrow. But he looks like he could go all night and still execute multimillion-pound business deals over breakfast without batting an eye.

I tremble as he bottoms out inside me again. Everything tightens. Everything draws in until all I can focus on are his eyes, watching me like he’s entranced.

‘Good girl,’ he whispers.

And it’s the final push I need.

I come around him in pulsing waves, crying out as my pussy clamps on to his length like it’s trying to fuse us together forever. He covers my mouth with his, kissing my gasp straight from my lips, matching it with his own as his hips buck wildly.

It’s dirty, desperate.

Dangerously close.

‘Look at you,’ he growls. ‘Perfect, aren’t you? Snug little cunt that feels like heaven. Aquamarine eyes that I see in my goddamn dreams. You were sent to ruin me, weren’t you? Sent to take everything from me.’

‘What are you talking about?’ I moan, another orgasm threatening to burst from me.