Rafael Barba X Reader Novels & Stories

Rafa muttered. I rolled my eyes, but the truth was I liked this, the banter, the constant picking at each other. If I felt normal and safe, it was something that anchored me. Rafa shifted again, his fingers brushed my ankle before he pretended he wasn't doing it on purpose. I raised a brow. “Do you want something?” I asked. “For you to stop pretending to read.” “I am reading.” “Upside down?” Okay, he got me there. He reached out, plucked the book from my hands, and tossed it aside.

I looked at her confused and Raina laughed. "She wants to know if he's a womanizer, Rafa," Raina clarified. "Ah! Got it. No, Rub, Rubens doesn't hit on women. He's never hit on any employee or customer at the bar," I explained and she laughed. "And why did he get divorced?" she asked. "Is that important?" I stared at her. "Rafa, I like the cutie, but I want to know if he's a trap or not!" She looked at me as if it were obvious.

Adeline won’t admit it but seeing me with other ladies irritates her and that makes me smile because it means she still cares. Draping an arm over Lana’s shoulders, I pull her into me just as Adeline makes her most anticipated appearance. I flex my jaw at what she’s wearing. She’s in a thin loose fit shirt and shorts that shows her ass. I swear if she bends I can see her cunt. I fumed. She’s not even putting on a fucking bra. “Where the fuck did you put it, Rafaelle?!” She growled barrelling towards me. Random eyes turn to meet her and I clench my fist to keep myself from carving out people’s eyes and to keep myself in character. They heard a name that no one calls me by and this is fast dra

"Muscular, tattooed... piercings... rippling abs and six inches of veined goodness in his pants?" I nearly choke as a horrified strangled sound escapes me and heat floods my entire face until it feels like my skin would peel off from the heat! Rhyssa simply arches a brow. "Too much?" She asks innocently and flutters her lashes at me. "You prefer growers then?" I stare at her in speechless horror as she takes another sip of her drink, entirely unbothered. "My boyfriend’s a grower." she says conversationally. "Or so he says..."

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

Saraya stared in shock. "Close your mouth, Honey Bee," Raf said, lifting her chin gently. "You’re terrible. It means you knew everything I thought in all those months I was here?" Saraya asked, horrified. Raf nodded playfully. "You…," Saraya face-palmed in embarrassment. Raf laughed and embraced her. "Don’t be embarrassed. I may read thoughts, but I don’t do it all the time. I know how to respect privacy, especially my mate’s," Raf said, kissing her head.

But there was always something new to discover, some unexplored territory to claim. Today, Rafael was in a worshipful mood. He undressed me slowly, pressing kisses to each inch of exposed skin as if performing a sacrament. I watched his dark head move lower, my breath catching as his tongue traCed patterns on my stomach, my hips, the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. "Rafael.." I whispered, fingers tangling in his hair as he settled between my legs. "Shhh let me," he murmured against my heated flesh, the vibration of his words sending sparks through me.

His thumb found my clit, rubbing it in slow circles that made my hips jerk. I moaned out loud, too loud. I tried to muffle my moans by biting the inside of my cheek but it was useless , I even pressed my lips tight, but every deep stroke dragged another broken moan out anyway. “Let me hear you,” he ordered against my mouth. “Someone…someone might hear…” Rafael had just walked out a few minutes ago, some of his men stood guard at the living room, the kitchen door was unlocked, he knew that but he didn't care.

If Rafe was fire, Chelsea was explosive that burnt his soul and if he had any erection left to leave his cok painfully aching in his jeans. And he knew he wouldn't be able to get those images away from his eyes. ------ Tabby

His presence was silent, watchful. Protective. Rafael noticed. Of course he did. “I should go,” he said. Alyssa hesitated, then spoke his name again. “Rafael.” He looked back. “I never lied to you about how I felt,” she said. “But I won’t apologize for choosing who I am now.” He held her gaze, imprinting it into memory. “I wouldn’t ask you to.” He turned away before the rest of himself shattered. — The bar was empty when Rafael arrived.