MSDELILAH
"Tell me to stop, Dara. Tell me right now, or I’m going to fúcking ruin you for every other man alive."
Rafael’s voice was a low, dangerous growl against my ear, his rough hands pinning my wrists above my head on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. My dress was already torn open at the front, my chest heaving, my heavy breasts aching for his touch. Downstairs, the muffled sounds of the family dinner party continued—the very party thrown to celebrate my upcoming wedding to Joe, his sweet, perfect stepbrother.
"Oh fúck! Don't stop," I gasped, arching my back into his searing heat, completely shameless. "Please, Rafael… destroy me."
Ten years. I gave ten loyal years to Joe, only to catch him groaning my cousin’s name in a trashy motel room. I was supposed to be the good girl, the forgiving fiancée. But good girls get broken. Bad girls take revenge.
"You like being bad for me, little bride?" Rafael murmured, his fingers sliding mercilessly past the lace of my panties, finding me soaked and trembling for him. He bit my bottom lip until I tasted iron, dragging a ragged moan from my throat. "You’re dripping for the wrong brother. Look at me when I take you."
When his heavy weight finally buried deep inside me, the white-hot intensity shattered whatever was left of my innocence. Every desperate thrust was a fúck-you to Joe’s betrayal, a dirty, addictive sin that burned away ten years of lies.
Now Joe is threatening to expose our filthy secret to the world and I have to choose between keeping my clean reputation, or surrendering completely to the untamed desire that owns my body and soul.
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