Page 89 of Forbidden Deception

My hands shake, and tears drip from my eyes, but I can’t stop. Everything I’ve bottled up for four years spills out of me in a torrent. I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to.

“My parents kept changing my location—different schools, different foster homes—and yet my brother was there, reassuring me in his own way. So how could I forget? How could I ever think that no one wants me when my brother tried everything in his power to find me for over a decade? It gets to me, you know? Wondering the real reason they didn’t want me. Maybe I was too difficult to handle. Maybe…maybe I wasn’t what they wanted. Maybe they wanted a boy.” I look up through blurry vision to find a pained look on Rafael’s face.

“You want me. You were so clear about your desire for me. So open. So…perfect. I have fallen just as hard. I never knew you would mean so much to me, that you would show me a side of you that was perfectly made for me. And the trust you have given me…” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I cherish it. I truly do. We both have a twisted past, but we can find solace in each other. I always have, and will always be, your biggest cheerleader, and all you have to do is stay by my side.”

Grabbing his hand, I lift to my chest, where my heart pounds hard enough to burst through my chest.

“Feel that?” I smile through the tears.

Rafael, the most problematic, the most cunning man in the United Kingdom, has my heart.

“It’s beating this fast for you.”

Rafael stands there for a beat. His eyes honed in on his hand on my chest. He doesn’t look away from my beating heart. In fact, he seems dangerously still. The powerful shadows that often wrap around him are nowhere to be seen, and the overwhelming aura of his presence is more prominent than ever.

“You can’t take this back, Venezia.” His deep voice carries around the room.

“I won’t.”

He finally lifts his eyes, and they could put Remo’s ice cold ones to shame right now.

Rafael looks ready to conquer. He is ready to take what is his and never let go. I can see it in the determination in his eyes.

Looping an arm around my waist, he pulls me against him. “Now, can I please fuck you?”

My brows shoot up, but his expression doesn’t change. In fact, it darkens to the point where I don’t recognise him for a second. It’s a crazy contrast from him saying please to his crude, unfiltered request.

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Instead of letting me answer, he turns me around by my shoulders and pulls my body against his.

“I’ve been waiting all night to fuck you. You dressed like this for me, didn’t you? To give me your all?” He rests his chin on my shoulder, and one hand slides across my chest to cup my breast, while the other one slowly lifts the hem of the dress.

“What if I said yes?” I whisper.

His lips brush kisses up my neck, making my stomach twist and butterflies take flight.

“Then you would be rewarded accordingly.”

I bite my lip and nod.

He slowly pulls down my tights and underwear.

“Yes, I dressed like this for you. A short skirt so you could fuck me any chance you get.”

My fantasies get a hold of me, and I throw my head back and look into his lust-filled eyes.

“My fingers or my cock, Venezia?” He bites my lip hard, sucking it and then licking. “Which one, Venezia?”

“Cock. Your cock,” I breathe.

Rafael laps the blood that drips from my lip.

He smirks against my neck, his other hand pulling down my dress and finding that I have no bra on.

“No bra? You are a fucking naughty girl, wanting to be fucked while my family is downstairs.”

I moan in response when his hands tweak, pull, and pinch at my sensitive nipples.

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