Page 63 of Forbidden Deception

“It’s true. I’ve come to realise that I like watching you, touching you, tasting you, feeling you.” With each word, he leans down, closer to my face until he is a breath from my lips.

“You like something? I do, too. You hate something? I do, too. You want me to kill someone? I am here, my love.” My heart throbs at the pet name.

“What if right now I want your hand.” I grab his hand, biting my lip. I’ve never done this before, and yet right now, I feel ready, and I want to give Rafael the rest of me.

“Here,” I whisper, letting his hand travel under my trousers, cupping my throbbing pussy.

Rafael groans from above me.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers, love?”

I nod.

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This woman is going to be the absolute death of me, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

“Rafael,” she whispers.

I pause. “I’m over a decade older than you, Venezia.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t care.”

I lean down and bite her ear. She jolts in my hold.

“You are closer in age to my younger brother than me.” I need to know if she is as serious as me, if she burns and comes to life by my touch as I do to hers.

“Good thing I love older men,” she whispers, looking up at me with doe eyes.

She bites her lips and lifts her hips, rolling them over my covered cock. A hiss falls from my lips.

“Vene—”

She grabs my face and slams her lips to mine, effectively shutting me up.

A chuckle escapes me.

“What do you want, my love?” I whisper, leisurely making circles, dipping and removing my finger, teasing her until she is writhing with need and want under me.

“Stop teasing me,” she grumbles.

She grips my hair so tightly that tingles of pain prickles across my head, but I welcome it.

I pick her up as she’s coming down from her high. Her legs and arms wrap around me, and I head upstairs to the master bedroom.

“You deserve better than a sofa.” I watch where I am going, but I can feel Venezia’s piercing eyes on me.

She gazes so deeply into me that the force of it makes me look at her. Her hair is down, a little ruffled, yet it doesn’t detract from her beauty. There is a soft pleasant smile on her face as she slowly runs her fingers through my hair.

Leaning forward, she snuggles against me while I make my way up the stairs.

Soft lips close around my pulse, and I almost trip.

Fuck.

She nibbles softly, kissing and biting but still keeping her softness.

“Venezia,” I groan, and she hums in response.

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