Chapter 5

Chapter 5

He crossed the room in a hurry. With his large hands, he wrapped them around her waist almost desperately, needing to confirm she was real. He lifted her off the floor effortlessly, pressing her body against his, her breasts crushed against his broad chest.

First, he looked deep into her brown eyes. Long and hard. Then he kissed her with urgency. He was starving, wanting so much more of her. His mouth claimed hers fervently, his tongue invading and exploring with skill.

Maitê moaned against his lips, burying her fingers in his dark hair as she matched his hunger.

His cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against the fabric of her panties. Rafael growled low in her throat, completely crazed for her. That one night had only set his body on fire even more, instead of satisfying him.

Her skirt had ridden up to her hips, revealing the thin black lace panties.

With one firm hand on the back of her neck, keeping her glued to his mouth, the other slid between their bodies. He pulled the panties aside with a quick motion. The fabric gave way easily, exposing her completely. His fingers brushed her wet, hot entrance, confirming what he already knew: she was as ready as he was.

Maitê arched her back, breaking the kiss for a second just to let out a hoarse moan.

“Ah…”

He opened his pants with one hand, freeing his hard, thick cock. He guided himself to her entrance and pushed in slowly, savoring the delicious resistance, then sank all the way in with a single thrust.

“Ahh…”

Rafael paused for a second, buried to the base, feeling every contraction, every tremor of her insides. Then he began to move hard, without mercy.

He pinned her against the wall of the room, using the support to drive even deeper. His free hand slid up to her breast, squeezing over the blouse, his thumb rubbing the hardened nipple through the fabric. She threw her head back, moans escaping uncontrollably.

“Yes… like that… harder…” she babbled, her hips moving on their own to meet his.

Rafael did as she asked. His hips slammed against hers relentlessly. He lowered his mouth to her neck, biting the sensitive skin lightly, then licking the red mark he left.

Maitê came, unable to silence the moans that grew louder and louder. He kept fucking her through the orgasm until he found his own release.

He buried himself deep one last time, his cock pulsing hard inside her as he came. He growled low against her neck until his body calmed after releasing the final hot spurt.

Rafael slowly lifted his face, his green eyes meeting hers again. He brushed his lips over hers.

“You’re not getting away from me again,” he murmured against her mouth.

Maitê smiled weakly, still trembling in his arms.

“Who said I want to get away?”

He kissed her again, slower this time, but no less intense. He kept her pinned against the wall, his body still buried inside hers. He didn’t move a single millimeter to pull out.

“I want you to be my mistress.”

Maitê blinked, surprised.

“Mistress?” she repeated, the word coming out sadder than she intended. *Is he married?*

Rafael didn’t look away. His fingers lightly tightened on her waist, holding her in place.

“Yes. I’ll have a conversation with my lawyer if you accept. We’ll draw up a one-year contract.”

“One year?” She repeated. One year and then what? Each of them pretends the other never existed? Sure, it was better than a single night, but if she already felt attached after just a few hours, imagine a whole year by his side. There was no way to spend that much time with someone like him—the overwhelming sex, his scent clinging to her skin, the way he looked at her as if she were the only thing in the world—and not fall in love. First with the body, then with the companionship. And then? When the contract ended, what would be left of her?

“I don’t know…” she heard herself reply in a whisper.

Rafael frowned, confused.

“Is something holding you back?” he asked, serious. “Are you married?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t understand the hesitation.” He tilted his head. “Is it money you need? I can give you whatever you want. If you accept, I’ll give you everything. Like I’d be your sugar daddy. You won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll pay all your bills, give you clothes, shoes, and jewelry. You can go to the salon whenever you want. But you’ll be at my mercy in bed every time I come looking for you.”

Maitê opened her mouth, unable to believe what she was hearing.

This was the dream of so many women. Unlimited money. Luxury. Security. Absolute financial freedom. No more working double shifts, no overdue bills, no fear of the future. All of it in exchange for him. For his body. For the pleasure he could give her.

But even having everything, she wouldn’t have the most important thing.

His heart.

“And after the year is over? The contract ends and… goodbye? I walk out of your life like I never existed?”

Rafael was silent for a long second.

“After a year… we’ll see.” He answered slowly, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t like empty promises. I won’t tell you it will last forever. I don’t know if I can. But I do know that right now, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And I can’t stand the idea of you disappearing again.”

Maitê lowered her eyes, biting her lower lip. It was strange having this conversation with him still inside her, almost as if he were using sex to convince her.

“I’m not a transaction, Rafael,” she said softly. “I’m not a contract. If I accept… it will be because I want you. Not because I need money or jewelry. And if I truly want you… I don’t know if I can settle for an expiration date.”

He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him again.

“Then don’t think about the deadline right now,” he murmured. “Think about today. About right now. About the fact that I’m here, inside you, and I can’t think about anything else except having you again. And again. Until you can’t take it anymore.”

He moved slowly, pulling out just to thrust back in, a stroke that made her release a pleasurable moan.

“Say yes,” he whispered against her lips. “Say you accept. And I’ll give you the world. And if, at the end of the year, you want more… I won’t let you go.”

Maitê closed her eyes for a second, her body betraying her mind. Her thighs trembled around his waist; she felt the pleasure building again.

When she opened her eyes, she had surrendered.

“One year,” she whispered. “But if I fall in love… you’ll have to deal with it.”

Rafael smiled.

“If you fall in love…” he brushed his lips over hers “I’ll make you happy enough that it won’t be a problem.”

And then he kissed her again, sealing the agreement without words.