The cold water splashed against my skin, jolting me awake. My lashes fluttered as I tried to focus, my vision locking onto a broad, muscled chest. Fear gripped me instantly, my body quivering until I looked up and met his piercing red eyes. Raphaels’.
His gaze was dark and I felt pinned down like prey caught in a trap.
“Awake?” His voice rumbled.
I swallowed hard and nodded weakly. My throat burned, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the tension radiating off him. The image of his cold stare at the ceremony flashed through my mind, and suddenly the bathroom felt suffocating.
"You wanted to be rocked and kissed hard, didn’t you?" He whispered calmly as if it was just any casual question.
I flinched, my lips parting, but no words came out.
“You were so wet—so damn horny—you couldn’t control yourself?” His tone sharpened, sending a shiver down my spine.
“N…no,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Liar.” He let out a sharp snarl, his fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze back to him, making my lips parted under his hungry stare, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.
His tongue invaded, dominating every corner as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. My body arched involuntarily, but my mind screamed in defiance.
I squirmed, pushing weakly against his chest, but his grip only tightened. He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving me panting and dazed.
"You think you can run, little girl? After what you pulled out there?” His thumb traced my lower lip, the touch deceptively gentle. “I own this mouth. No one else.”
His words slithered into my ears, and before I could react, his teeth sank into my lip—briefly but enough to leave a mark.
“If you need release,” he murmured against my lips, “ask me. I’ll give it to you.”
I stiffened, but he didn’t stop. His mouth trailed down, brushing my jaw before capturing my earlobe between his teeth. A sharp nip made me gasp, and he pulled back only to spin me around.
I barely had time to process his movements before he dropped onto the toilet seat, gripping my waist and pulling me onto his lap.
My body froze as the hard bulge of his groin pressed firmly against me. A fire ignited low in my belly, but shame quickly followed.
"Grind," he ordered, his voice like gravel and steel.
I jerked, shaking my head, but his hands dug into my hips, keeping me in place.
“Do it,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. “Until you break…until you reach ecstacy.”
I swallowed, my body trembling as heat pooled between my legs. His mouth claimed mine again, rougher this time as if he wanted to erase every trace of the man I’d kissed.
His lips trailed down my neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks. My breathing hitched, and my body betrayed me, pressing into him despite the war raging in my head.
"You belong to me." He mumbled as his hands slid up my thighs, gripping firmly.
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but my resolve shattered when his fingers dug into my flesh, coaxing my hips to move.
“Do it, or I’ll tear this dress off and make you beg.”
The threat sent a jolt of fear straight through me. My hips shifted, rubbing against him, and a deep growl escaped his throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear again. “Let me see how much you need me.”
I hated the way he made me feel weak, needy, and completely at his mercy. But I couldn’t stop. My movements grew desperate, grinding harder against the hard dick as his hands guided me.
Suddenly, his grip loosened, and he leaned back, smirking as if he owned me completely.
“Faster,” his voice commanded, low and rough, dripping with authority.
My breath hitched, but my body obeyed without hesitation. My hips rolled harder against him, the friction igniting a fire deep inside me. My hands shot up, clutching his chest involuntarily, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as if holding on for dear life.
A moan ripped from my lips and the sound only seemed to fuel him.
“That's it,” he murmured, his voice dark and sinful. “Show me how much you need this.”
I couldn’t stop. My hips moved faster, grinding against him as my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat coiled inside me, building and twisting until I thought I might explode. My moans turned into cries, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Raphael sat up abruptly, his strong arms wrapping around me in a tight embrace. My hands curled around his neck, holding on as if letting go would destroy me.
“Let me hear you scream for me,” he growled, his grip tightening on my hips.
Before I could catch my breath, he began slamming my hips down against him, again and again.
“Rap…hael!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the bathroom, my body trembling under the intensity.
“Don’t stop,” he ordered.
My body convulsed, my mind blank as the fire inside me erupted. Waves of ecstasy hit me one after another, so powerful that my cries turned into screams. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as my release shattered me completely.
Wetness seeped through my panties, soaking my thighs and his trousers, but he didn’t stop. He kept moving me against him, dragging out every last drop of pleasure until I collapsed against his chest, panting and shaking.
His grip on my hips loosened, and his lips brushed against my ear.
“If you need another round,just say the word.” He whispered teasingly.
My entire body tensed. Shame crashed down on me, drowning out the remnants of pleasure.
Without thinking, I shoved myself off him, nearly falling in the process. My legs wobbled as I stumbled out of the bathroom, my soaked clothes clinging to my skin.
I could still feel his eyes on me, burning into my back as I bolted into the room and slammed the door behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths ragged and uneven.
I pressed my back against the door, my trembling hands clutching the fabric of my dress.
What the hell had just happened?
