'I know you love fuckin' me
I can tell by the way you in love with me You can't get enough of me, yeahWell, I guess it's lookin' like you stuck with me''I hypnotize you with this pussy, now you feel like you can fly.'
-Jhene Aiko-
Rafael
Mature Content 18+Every fiber in his body wanted him to deny her. Deny this. Whatever this was.
Why the fuck couldn't he? He had never been driven by lust before. For him, it was a necessary evil he could go with or without.
With his angel...puta! He craved her like oxycodone. A dangerous drug for his pain. For his shattered soul. F
Rafael Satisfied he had wound her arousal once more,he pulled his finger from her pussy. Shifting around, he sat back on the couch, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties. Drawing them down her legs he watched her beautiful sex being revealed. Her swollen labia shined wetly, her opening at the center, gaping and visible. Her surrounding flesh was puffy, red, and glimmering, the little patch of soft, downy fur at the top shimmering with her juices as well. Pulling the panties off, he tossed them aside. His hand then reached for her, cupping her pelvis, his fingers delving into the wetness of her slit once again, one of them pushing into her. He began to pump his finger at her, pump it in and out of her. He watched the digit entering her again and again, watched her lips wrap around it, cling to it. Her hips rose, giving her body to the digit. She lay there, her hips humping upon the couch, while he fin
Dinara Their lovemaking culminated in his bed. Replete, sore, and utterly satisfied, she was dead to the world until he woke her up to serve her a warm plate of steak and potatoes. Lo and behold El Patron knew how to cook. A man of many talents, she was satisfied on every level. Rafael was a wonderful lover. The feelings he evoked through his touches made his emotions towards her so obvious even a blind man could see. With not so many words spoken between the two of them, she let him be. Silence was their solace. Understanding what was happening, she laid plaint in his arms and let him explore her as he had wish until the early hours of dawn. Until they were both wrung out and fell asleep in each other's arms. "I want more of these before you leave." Surprise, she looked up at him. Her eyes hooded, hiding behind her thick lashes, she observed her lover. His words hurt. A lot. Despite the emotions he had shown while he ma
Dinara Their companions were due to return late in the afternoon. Rafael and Dinara had the house to themselves until it was time. In the pretense of not showing their illicit relationship, they had to part from each other's company after their afternoon rendezvous. Dinara's smile was tight when she welcomed back the ladies, though the excitement she felt upon seeing the new addition to the family was genuine, she would have preferred it if they had the place to themselves until she won the war. She had to restrain herself not to go to her lover's side. Their company were chatting enthusiastically throughout dinner, however, her mind was elsewhere. She was busy assessing the situation. And plotting his downfall. Her palms were planted firmly against the tiled wall as she lowered her head into the tepid spray of the shower. The last few hours ran through her mind like a movie trailer. With her eyes closed, she jus
DinaraHe was gone when she woke up. Needless to say, she was disappointed. She had expected more from him. Not with him on his knees with an heirloom ring, declaring his undying love andtill death do us part.Just more. Breakfast in bed perhaps and a bubble bath. That would be nice.The only signs he had spent the night in her bed were the rumpled sheets, the musty smell of their lovemaking, and the soreness in between her thighs.He was either still in denial or he didn't know how to announce their relationship to the whole world. Knowing him, she was sure it was the former.Dinara winced. Both from the ache in her chest and her overworked muscles.She could confront him and most likely scare him more or she'd act as if she didn't hear him last night.Fuck! Of all the men in this world vying for her attention, desperately wanting to be part of their powerful family...why him?She had
Dinara"Did they treat you well, mon petite?" Maman, the former tzarina, a formidable and shrewd woman, murmured softly while she combed her daughter's hair. They were at the plane's largest cabin while their men were having a private meeting.The drama, one that could rival any Mexican soap, left doc, Beau, and her, the lost mafia princess drained.Dinara swallowed the lump of emotions clogging her throat, nodded, then looked away. "They were...kind." Though she wanted to say more, those were the only words that came out of her lips. She could not not recall everything that had happened to her and not cry. Everything was still too fresh. She mostly regretted leaving without telling the kind ladies and Tio. They must be worried sick right now. She only hoped they had found the letter she wrote them.Taking a deep breath, she managed to move her dry lips, her small smile of reassurance calmed her mother and the ladies hovering around her."Tell me what happened before they found you? W
Rafael MonteroThe Day Angelina Left "Here's your payment." His diction was slurred and he wobbled on his feet. She had served her purpose. And he had achieved his goal. But it was not a cause for celebration. "This is too much, El Patrón." The woman he hired smiled delightedly. Counting the bills in her hands. Forgetting to mask his disdain, he scowled. "You deserve it." He murmured while he refilled his glass for the umpteenth time. Fuck! He needed to be drunk enough to just pass out on the floor and not care about the world anymore. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me? Or I can fuck you. We can have some fun." His dark gaze went to the woman standing before him. Barely covered in her mini skirt and blouse, showing her wares, enticing him with her sultry sultry look. Promising delights. He grunted disgustingly and drained his glass in one gulp. "No. Not now. Not ever. Go." He always hated it when she touched him to fool everyone. To fool his angel. "Never come back." "Men."
DinaraThis is not happening. Devil take him!An absolute nightmare of the greatest proportion, thinking she had been clever enough to withhold her identity from him. She internally frowned at her thoughts.Like he would give a damn. El Patrón came because of her brother. Dominic Vasily. The infamous Mafia Tzar. Most of the underground lords see the tzar as their leader. It was only prudent they're here.Her shoulders sagged a bit in relief. Yes. That was a logical explanation. He was not here for her. She should have foreseen this. He was a mafia leader, ergo, he would be present to show he was part of the powerful underground society. She was an idiot not to have asked Alec the guest list. No matter, she had to endure his presence. Pretend everything was all right in this world then escape as soon as it was acceptable.However, what's with the drama earlier? He had seemed... desperate. Frantic.Though he had covered his reaction well, she could feel something was not quite right.An
London, EnglandDinaraOne Week Later She was facing the biggest decision of her life. Going home in disgrace or end it now. She could move on with her life without any hindrance. She would be free to do anything as she pleases. Deep in thought, feeling numb, she was counting the stars and hearts on the wallpaper, thinking of her first days in London. The men in her family knew she'd be in Paris, but Maman and Beau made the last-minute option to send her to another place instead. She didn't know how her sister-in-law did it but she found herself enrolled in a prestigious university. Though her grades were near perfect, it would have been impossible without connections. College was an absolute nightmare. She was just settling in when her nausea started. Everything became real. Making her realize she was not ready. It was so easy to make a decision then, that she booked an appointment the next day. Right at this moment, she was not sure. She should hate him. Hate this, too. Dinara