Jj Rafe And Topper Novels & Stories

Inside, it was cool and silent, smelling of old wood and lemon wax. Rafe was in a first-floor solar, not in the grand master bedroom. He was propped up in a large chair by a window overlooking a vineyard, a blanket over his legs. He looked smaller. The terrifying vitality that had always radiated from him was muted, banked like a fire. But his eyes, when they found Jay's, were the same: sharp, lucid, and utterly commanding. "Leave us," Rafe said to the doctor and a hovering attendant. His voice was thinner, but the authority in it was undimmed. They scurried out.

MATTEO’S POV “I’m going to claim Charlie. I want to be her Daddy,” Rafe tells me as we enter my office, my hands reaching for the decanter, pouring us a drink. “No shit. I saw how you shifted into Dom mode with her. As long as you ask for consent and she accepts, you’ve got this, Rafe,” I tell him. Each of the Scarpelli boys are hard core doms and while I know about Rafe’s obsession with Littles, I don’t if there’s a bone in Dante that would make him a Dante.

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

Seren replied. He let Rafe go ahead, letting his friend’s easy familiarity lead the way. He was a part of them afterall. Men greeted him with nods, a clap to the shoulder. “Rafe!” one called from a bench near the back. “Come to teach us how to sleep with our eyes open again?” “Trade secret,” Rafe shot back. “You lot couldn’t afford my rates.” Laughter rolled through the room, loose and unselfconscious. Mugs clinked. Someone tossed a crust of bread at Rafe; he caught it one‑handed and took a bite.

I repeat trying to make myself very clear. “Very well. You will let me know if you want to talk?” The Queen offers before she nods for everyone to leave us alone. “But Aida….” Rafe tries again. “Rafe, come on we’ll walk you around the local town.” Hong cuts in. Rafe admits defeat and leaves with Hong and Tate. Tucker, Blake, Mav and Axel stare at me as if I am about to burst into flames at any minute. “Guys in fine. Honestly! I’m more annoyed that you’ve all found out.”

Rafe murmurs, escorting me back down the stairs. “We’re going tonight?” I ask, surprised. “Before the Tormentians have a chance to solidify their positions, yes,” Rafe says. He stops on the stairs and kisses me without warning. I cling to him. He’s the only thing in this world that seems solid right now. “You’re my brave girl,” Rafe whispers, cupping my cheek. He leans his forehead against mine. “Tell me something hopeful.” “We’ll make it because we have to, Rafe,” I say, framing his face with my hands. “And that’s all there is to it.”

What was Rafe up to? “Find Jace and get rid of him.”

Rafe says, looking with baffled surprise between Jacks and Mids. “All right, you may enter. Though it was rude of you to not bring cake.” Midnight quite primly begins to eat her cake again, and I don’t miss the satisfaction on Jesse’s face as he watches her eat her fill. “I apologize,” Rafe says, a bit dry, sitting down on the ground to Jackson’s right. “I’ve had…rather a rough start to the day.” He nods his greetings to everyone around the yurt, his eyes lingering on Ben and Elias for a moment as he frowns, clearly still not getting it.

Also, their soap-slick fingers traced welts from couch friction. Eli wore a tight brief against his semi-hard dick; Noah mirrored him, the fabric outlining his thicker length. They knocked on Rafe's door at 8 sharp with pounding hearts. Rafe answered in jeans and a fitted tee, his tattoos peeking at the collar while his smile was predatory. “Good boys. Come in.” He added as his eyes dropped below. His apartment was a stark contrast to theirs—leather furniture, dim lamps, a wall of books on knots and psychology.

Rafe looked to his captor. He smiled, blood dripping from his mouth, "Is that all you have to say?" He huffed. "Well, I wasn't expecting them anyway so I guess it's a loss for you. I can't believe you came down here to tell me that. Don't you have something important to do?" He said to Mr Jones Vones. Mr Jones Vones was a bit taken back then reaction he got from Rafe. He had expected a tear or at least a loud cry. What he was seeing from Rafe was definitely not his plan of reactions.