Rafael Barba X Reader Novels & Stories

Rafael reached for a glass of wine provided by the bartender. Once again, he spent his evening drinking away his sorrows. It didn't matter. He didn't mind spending the night getting drunk until morning. At least it kept him from flying to Manhattan and kidnapping Cheryl, who was getting married the next morning. Cheryl, Cheryl Jaqueline Alejandro. His little angel. She would marry Carlos tomorrow, and now he could do nothing but sit here like a madman in a Las Vegas bar.

ERICA Raffael’s glare burned into me like fire, his jaw clenched so tight I could almost hear his teeth grinding. “Who the hell do you think you are, Erica?” His voice was low but filled with so much venom it made my chest tighten. “Entertaining your little lovers under my roof?” My heart sank as I stood frozen, trying to steady my breathing. “Raffael, it’s not what you think—” “Not what I think?” He cut me off, his voice rising. “I walk into my club and see you trying to lock lips with some nobody, and you dare tell me it’s not what I think? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

For minutes, we catch our breath until his voice pulls me back to reality. “That was a great watch, mate,” Rafael chuckled. “I’ll go find a wet ass to plunge my aching cock into. Thanks to you.” He loved watching me fuck; as a matter of fact, he is obsessed with it. Ever since that first year, we shared a teenage boy-fem. Did I mention Rafael is gay? The bastard only fucks men, or he lets them fuck him. We were once in a crazy relationship where we fucked for months. And even now he still begs to fuck him occasionally.

I greeted quietly. "The pleasure is mine." Rafael's eyes raked over me, stopping on my middle region. I fought the urge to glare at him as I closed the book and placed it over my chest, hoping he got the message. He looked up to my face with a wry smile. "Tell me, what is it about you that my brother favors so?" "What exactly do you mean?" I shot back, confused at his words. "I mean.. You are good looking, but not exceptionally beautiful. You are uninteresting as well. It has me wondering what Rafe saw he in you when he decided to pick as one of the five candidates to be his breeder."

Author Pov "What the fuck man?" Rafael cursed loudly jumping off the couch when a jug of water was thrown over his face. He blinked his eyes wiping his face to see the culprit. He rolled his eyes when he came face to face with his raging man. "Xavier, what the hell do you think you are doing?" He gritted out unbuttoning his shirt to get rid of the damped material. "That's the same question I fucking want to ask! Why haven't you found Valerie yet?" He snarled breathing heavily. Rafael rolled his eyes leaving his half-naked tattooed body on display throwing the shirt away.

I always feel you. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I bit my lip, staring at the screen. And then his next message popped up: Rafael: I’m serious, baby. I’m losing my mind. Been so damn hard just thinking about you… your body, that sweet ass. I blinked. Before I could even react, another message came through. A photo. It was him showing his cute face with a smile on it while holding his monster, erected cock? Really now??

“Everything.” Rafa’s smirk falters. Ryan steps closer. “And trust me, it’s worth far more than a fucking sex tape.” Rafa exhales satisfiedly, He glances upward thoughtfully.“Sex tape?” He chuckles. “Only if the video had sound… I would beat my meat to it, cause…” he trails off with a harsh sigh as he walks out from behind his desk, heading towards Ryan. “Hazel is so damn sexy.” As he reaches Ryan, he leans into his ear with a smirk. “Must be nice fucking her cunt, right?”

And no matter how Dante dresses it up in love and sacrifice, I can’t shake the sick, creeping fear that in his game, I still am. My phone vibrates in my hand. I almost ignore it. Almost. Another headline, another stranger deciding who I belong to. I don’t think I can survive reading one more opinion about my life. But the screen lights anyway. A single message. Rafael. My pulse stutters. For a second, I just stare at his name like it might disappear if I breathe too hard. Then I opened it. There’s no greeting. No small talk. Just an attachment. Three files.

He took his time, licking long strokes from her entrance to her clit, then sucking gently until her legs trembled. He rose, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, he stripped off his shirt and trousers, revealing a powerful, athletic body and a thick, veined cock that made her mouth water. He was bigger than Mark. Significantly. Rafael crawled over her, kissing her deeply as he settled between her spread thighs. The head of his cock nudged against her slick entrance, teasing but not entering. “Not yet,” he said, smiling against her lips. “I want to hear you beg for it properly.”

she scoffed. “No.” He smirked, slow and dark. “Jealous that she gets to kneel for me. Jealous that she gets my attention. Jealous that I haven’t fed you a single bite yet.” Keira’s lips parted, stunned. Was this happening? Rafael leaned in, voice lower. “You walked in here with fire. Good. I like girls who test their limits.” And then, he stepped back snapped his fingers and two staff members exited through a side door, leaving them completely alone.