Page 45 of Forbidden Deception

My eyes widen at his words.

No.

No.

“So don’t fucking tell me that you will stay silent. You will speak, and you will continue to be you, no matter what I say, because I will tie my own hands, tape my mouth, and even—”

I slam a hand on his mouth.

He can’t say that. He can’t tell me all those things like this is normal, like him wanting more from me, is normal.

“No,” I whisper, leaning forward, hoping he sees the troubled thoughts in my mind. “You can’t say that. You just can’t, Rafael.” I shake my head. “This isn’t what we—This isn’t what you should be saying to me as your assistant, because I am nothing to you. So stop.”

Rafael frowns beneath my hand. His expressive eyes drop, as if he is troubled about his actions. Moments later, he looks up at me again, and he looks sure now.

The wind from the balcony blows so hard, the curtains flare, and our hair ruffles.

Rafael takes a step forward.

I can’t another back.

My heart pummels.

“Don’t do this,” I plead, but Rafael takes hold of my wrist and lowers it. I fight it, but I am no match to his strength.

Keeping hold of that wrist, he swiftly turns me around. My arm twisted behind my back so I can’t even walk away from him. My back is plastered to his front.

He lowers his head, his lips mere inches away from my ear, and my breathing turns into short, shaky pants.

“And what do you want me to do? Do you want me to continue acting like I don’t watch you every second of the hour you are beside me? Do you want me to pretend that I don’t imagine you under me, above me, at my mercy, submitting to me?”

My breathing picks up, heat and desire filling me.

“My assistant is what you call yourself, don’t you? Why don’t you take care of this problem for me, then?” He rolls his hips into me, and his very hard, very thick, and very long cock presses against my back.

I bite my lip, my eyes shutting on their own.

And my fight slowly dissolves.

“This will be a big mistake, and you know it, Rafael.”

His lips trace the length of my neck. I gasp, and my eyes snap open.

“Fine.” Instantly, every part of him that was touching me is gone.

Coldness wraps around me, and shivers erupt on my body.

What just happened?

I turn around to witness Rafael throwing off his shirt. Then he heads towards the pool. He stops right at the edge of it, looking over his shoulder at me, satisfaction filling his eyes and a hint of a smile. He gives a shake of his head.

“We have an early day tomorrow, Venezia,” he murmurs, his voice sultry and seductive.

What game is he playing?

He wants to break me? Conquer me?

My hands ball at my sides.

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