Page 23 of Fired at the Heart

Mouth dry, I swallow hard. I know the role I have to play, but the thought of submitting to Raphael, even in pretense, while my team is listening…

I force back the surge of emotions threatening to take control. This is just another mission, another challenge to be overcome. I can do this.

Head bowed in a gesture of submission, I sink to my knees at Raphael’s feet. A rumble of approval comes from Vince’s direction, but I block out the sound, focusing on Raphael.

“Good boy.” His fingers thread through my hair, gentle pressure on the back of my neck guiding me forward. “You’re doing so well.”

Raphael’s pheromones fill my nostrils, thickening with arousal despite our current situation, and they awaken an answering desire within me.

I reach for the front of Raphael’s slacks, my fingers trembling slightly as I work his belt open.

His hand closes over mine, stilling my movements, and a single finger lifts my chin, amusement in his expression. “Beg.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I recognize the reversal of our positions from a few days ago, when I made him kneel at my feet and beg for my help. Now, with Vince watching our every move, I have no choice but to comply.

Swallowing my pride, I slide a hand up Raphael’s muscular thigh. “Please, Alpha.”

His grip tightens on my chin. “Tell me you need me.”

The words stick in my throat, but I force them out, keeping the promise of retribution off my face. “I need you.”

Raphael’s lips curve into a smirk. “Good boy. You can have your treat now.”

With shaking hands, I unzip his slacks, freeing his semi-hard cock. The heady scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, and I can’t suppress a shudder of desire. It’s been so long since I’ve had him like this, since I’ve tasted him, that worries about our audience slip away.

I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue over the velvety, heated flesh. A low groan escapes Raphael’s throat, his fingers tightening in my hair as I take him deeper into my mouth.

His cock comes to full hardness, stretching my lips with his girth. A needy whimper escapes as I lose myself in the familiar rhythm, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat to accommodate his length. The weight of him on my tongue, the salty tang of his pre-cum, and the way his thighs tremble beneath my hands are all intoxicating, clouding my thoughts.

Slick leaks from my entrance, my inner muscles clenching and unclenching with the desire to be filled.

Raphael’s hips jerk forward, thrusting into my mouth with increasing urgency as his breathing grows ragged above me. With a final flick of my tongue, he comes with a low growl, his release flooding my mouth.

I swallow, throat working to take down every last drop. When he’s spent, I pull back, tucking him away before I open my mouth to show him it’s empty.

“Such a hungry boy.” Raphael’s thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip. “You did well. Now, stand up and let them see you.”

My legs shake as I rise to my feet, and the dress does nothing to hide my unfulfilled arousal.

Vince stands from the couch, licking his lips with a hunger that disgusts me.

“Quite the specimen.” He circles me like a shark scenting blood in the water. “I was wrong in my initial concern.”

Raphael’s jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek. “He knows his place.”

“I’m not so sure.” He reaches out to run a finger along my jaw. “This one might need a firmer hand.”

Raphael’s arm shoots out, and he grips the club owner’s wrist in a vice-like hold, ignoring the guards who pull their guns in threat. “Touch him again, and you’ll lose that hand.”

For a moment, the two men stare each other down, the tension in the room rising. I hold my breath, my heart hammering as I wait for the inevitable explosion.

Then Vince laughs, a sharp, humorless sound as he pulls his hand free. “Easy there, friend. I was only admiring the merchandise.”

Rage flashes across Raphael’s face, but he manages to keep his composure. “My pet is not for sale. Now, I believe we have business to discuss.”

“Of course.” Vince gestures to his guards, and the one closest to the door opens it. “Allow me to show you the available products. I look forward to seeing your pet find a friend.”

Finally, we’re getting to the main event.

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