Page 66 of Deceitful Oath

I push myself into his hand harder, and he starts massaging circles into it. A tiny moan escapes my lips, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

The man is just trying to comfort you. What’s wrong with you?

“Lux,” he whispers, his lips dangerously close my ear. “We should get some sleep. You’ve had a long, confusing day.”

I spin around in his arms to face him. His eyes are two burning coals set beautifully against the features of his face. Hismouth opens, mimicking mine, as I move closer. Our lips hover just out of reach of each other’s, begging for contact.

His scent wafts over me, the heat of his body lights mine on fire, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I close that space. Feeling his soft, lush lips on mine again ignites something needy within me.

I run my hands up and down his back. My nails lightly scratch his skin as I pull him closer, and he moans, grinding his hips into mine. The feeling of him, so hard and ready for me, just separated by thin fabric, spurs me on.

I shove him down on the bed and straddle him, letting my hair fall around us like a golden curtain. My greedy body drives me forward as I lean in, desperate to feel his lips again.

“Lux,” he gasps, pressing his hand to my chest to stop me. “We can’t do this. We just can’t.”

I know I’m being rash but I lean in again, pretending I didn't hear him. My lips burn for his, my body begs for his. I need his touch again so much it hurts.

“Please,” he begs, lightly lifting me off and placing me on the bed beside him. He sits up as well, scrubbing his hands down his face. He stares at the ceiling like he’s regretting his decision. “I can’t do this. We broke up.”

“But I thought…”

The realization that still, after he saved me and told me the truth, he doesn’t want me hits me hard. It was never about his mafia secret. He simply didn’t want to date me.

I’m so stupid.

“No, Lux,” he pleads, catching sight of my horrified, ashamed face. “I’m fucking this up again. Let me explain. It’s not that I don’t want you…”

“It’s fine,” I brush him off, sliding to the opposite side of the bed. “I misunderstood.”

I quickly slip out of bed and head to the door. Rafael growls behind me, a real animalistic, wild wolf-type growl, and suddenly his strong arms are around me. I’m pinned to his body, his face hovering near my ear.

“Understand this, now and forever,” he whispers darkly. His menacing voice makes my insides burst into flames. I squeeze my legs tighter, stifling a moan. “I always want you. I’ve always wanted you. Iwillalways want you.”

I nod, gulping down some air. This side of Rafael does something to me, even now that I know that he probably fillets men for their crimes like sardines.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls, his arms relaxing. He runs his hands up and down my curves, swirling his fingers around my nipples. I arch forward, pressing my ass flush against his rock-hard cock. “You’re not going to bed thinking you’re unwanted here.”

I yelp as he scoops me up and throws me on the bed, toppling on top of me. Every ounce of need and yearning in my being explodes, and we launch at each other. Hands fly, lips suck, teeth bite—a flurry of unhinged desire finally set loose.

He rips my long sleep shirt off my body, the threads literally snapping and cutting into my skin. I gasp as he sends the shreds of fabric flying across the room. I paw at his pajama pants, desperate to have them off, itching to feel him inside me.

When we’re fully naked and panting like wild beasts, he pauses to gaze down at me. His fingers come up, stroking my hair softly as his eyes soften.

“Say my name,” he commands, his voice rough. “My real name.”

“Rafael,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him close. “Rafael, Rafael, Rafael.”

The moment he slides into me is indescribable, leaving me grasping for words. We both go still, reveling in the feeling ofbeing connected again. As he begins to thrust deeper and deeper, I let go completely.

I feel like I’m sliding off the edge of the world. I moan and scream his name with abandon, meeting his hips with mine, begging for more.

“Come for me, baby,” he commands, gripping my hips so tight I know there’ll be marks tomorrow. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

His voice, rich and soft like velvet, uncorks something inside me, and I feel my connection with the world break. I’m slipping into some sort of nirvana dimension, and I can’t stop. Every thrust, every movement, pushes me closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts, his eyes glazing over. He’s close, too. I dig my nails into his back, screaming his name, hisrealname, and everything goes black for a second.

He roars, and glitter pours across my field of vision. My body feels like it’s weightless, floating up into the clouds. Rafael collapses on top of me, panting and gasping for breath, his cock still deep inside me. I twine my arms around his neck, holding him close, stroking his back.

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