Tensura Raphael Novels & Stories

Raphael doesn’t take betrayal well I learnt that from what he did to his first wife, Susan, the one before Stephanie. He has a recorded video of him torturing her before he finally ended her life, he made me watch that video the day after our first date. I still remember that bone chilling smile he had on his face when he said to me ‘Nobody ever lives to tell the tale after they cheat on me Yara’, the exact words he just texted to me. I have got to figure out a way out of this, I can’t let him kill me, I cannot just watched myself die but what will I do! He will kill me if he wants to, he is Raphael Fernandez, I am a nobody, just a girl at his mercy!

Dr. Raphael Alderton is the city's most brilliant thoracic surgeon, known for his ice-cold precision and untouchable demeanor. But when the enigmatic Elias Wrenford arrives at St. Jude’s Medical Center with a gunshot wound and a past tied to the underworld, Raphael's professional walls begin to crumble. Elias is dangerous, arrogant, and undeniably magnetic. As their clandestine attraction explodes into a series of feverish encounters, Raphael finds himself entangled in a web of secrets that threaten his career and his life. In a world of sterile white halls and dark alleyways, can Raphael save the man who makes his heart race, or will they both bleed out?

Raphael was always secretive about his past but if I may guess I would say he is originally Latin judging by his toned body and his thick hair. “My old friend, Alex, how are you?” Raphael energetically said while hugging me. He has always been a ball of fire, energetic and breezy in a way. “Why are you here without notice, Raphael?!” I asked through gritted teeth ignoring his warm greeting and his buzzy mood. “Where are your manners old friend? Aren’t you going to invite us in?” “You are already acting like you don't need an invitation so why even bother?”

Xandros asked "No boss, but he was very big and strong, i couldn't even face him one on one, even if I had a weapon so i just made run for it, i feel like a coward for running away” Raphael said as he angrily smoked his cigar "Hey! Don't be hard on yourself, besides it's your first job so screwing up is imminent” Xandros said sounding relaxed “Thanks boss, so what do i do?" He asked Xandros “Where is Xyla right now?" Xandros asked him

I longed to hold him close, to cling to him and never let go, but I was frozen, unable to reveal the turmoil that raged within me. Raphael's fingers gently teased out the tangles in my curls, the intimate touch a calming balm to my frazzled nerves. But despite my outward appearance of serenity, I was screaming inside, my mind racing with the implications of what had happened. Raphael's voice was low and even, but it was the calm before the storm, a warning of the tempest that was brewing beneath the surface.

She replied patiently. She was so fucking patient and kind to me and it was way too much. I didn't deserve it for real. This was way too much patience and kindness for one person to be emitting. "Well, his name is Raphael Dominic and he owns a chain of businesses, fancy restaurants and wine halls included; he literally produces his own wine. He also has an endorsement with Ethereum."

"Then prove it. Don't touch me, don't react while I own you." Raphael's jaw clenched as he tried to hold back, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. I could feel the tension in him, every muscle taut beneath my fingers as if he were teetering on the edge of control, waiting for permission to fall. His gaze, half lidded and heavy with desire, remained locked on mine, the silent challenge unmistakable.

But he was still there. Raphael was standing by the large window, looking out at the morning grounds. He had pulled on a pair of dark grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips, but he was still shirtless. The bright morning light poured over his broad shoulders, highlighting carved muscles of his back and the dark ink of his tattoos. A sudden squeeze of affection tightened in my chest. He looked like he belonged here, in my space. But the moment the feeling registered, I quickly brushed it away, locking it deep in the dark corners of my mind where it couldn't hurt me.

Raphael gravelly spoke while rocking my insides, riding me with so much intensity whilst his free hand was placed on the arch of my back making my ass stick out more. "Cazzo. Dolce bambola. Merda" Raphael was clearly going insane with pulsating need. He groaned breathlessly, thrusting faster and harder whilst going deeper and yet deeper with each fucking thrust. I bit my bottom lip releasing a painful pleasurable moan, as I struggled not to pass out. The familiar orgasmic sensation began building up within me. I couldn't contain myself any more as Raphael kept on going so hard, quick and rough in his thrusts inside me.

he drawls, his voice laced with a teasing lilt. I clench my fists, the knuckles turning white as they press down on the smooth surface of his desk. Leaning forward, I practically snarl, "What the hell were you playing at on Friday night, huh?" Raphael feigns confusion, tilting his head and batting his eyelashes in a parody of innocence. "Playing at? Whatever do you mean? You were the one who had his hands all over her," he says, tapping his finger suggestively against his lips. "Although, come to think of it, I've had my hands on plenty of women myself. Just last night, in fact, I had a woman better looking than Zephyra...."