Page 18 of Monsters Wear Crowns
I shattered. Lightning crashed through my veins, raw and utterly consuming, and an overwhelming orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. The cry that tore from my lips was swallowed by thenight, lost in the roar of the wind.
Rafe laughed.Laughed.
The sound rippled through the air, rough and satisfied,so fucking pleased with himself.His fingerscoaxedme through it, dragging it out, prolonging the torture until I was a panting, shaking mess beneath him.
Then,finally, he pulled me upright again.
Sealed it with akiss.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I gasped against his mouth, the fire beneath my skin stillburning, my nerves stillthrummingwith adrenaline. He made me feelreckless. As though I stood on the brink of an infinite abyss–teetering on the precipice of the unknown.
And Inever wanted to step back.
Rafe pulled back just enough to study me, his eyes probing. His thumb traced a gentle path over my lips. “You’re shaking again,” he observed, his voice a velvet murmur laced with a teasing edge.
I hadn’t realized it until now–how my body trembled against his. I forced a smirk. “You think I can’t handle you?”
He exhaled a quiet laugh, the sound dark and amused. “Afterthat?Oh, Adela,” he murmured, dragging his fingers along my throat, making me shiver. “Iknowyou can’t.”
A rush of heat shot through me. Anger and desire tangled too tightly to separate. I clenched my jaw, refusing to let him see just how much he affected me. “Men say that and then give the most piss-poor performance in the bedroom. So, you’re telling me you’re different?”
“I am.” His fingers toyed with the strap of my tank, the same one he had adjusted earlier. He smirked, his gaze sweeping down to where he was still standing between my thighs. “Obviously.”
My pulse hammered. My breath was uneven. And I hated that he could see it. Then, he stepped back. Just enough to let thenight air rush between us, cooling the fire that was still licking at my skin.
He tilted his head, watching me.Studyingme. Like he was waiting to see what I’d do. “Go home,” he murmured, voice like silk.
I stiffened. “Excuse me?”
He smirked, his gaze flicking over me again, lazy and knowing. “Before you start begging me to take you.” His body was tensed, like he was struggling to hold himself together.
A thrill shot through me, tangled with frustration.Take me?
I forced myself to stand tall, to mask the tremor in my limbs. “You’re an arrogant ass.”
His grin widened. “And you liked it. Ifeltthat you liked it. You came for me.” He inclined his chin arrogantly. “You clenched around my fucking fingers.”
Damn him.
He started to walk past me, but at the last second, he leaned in close, his breath skimming my cheek. “Sweet dreams, Adela.”
Then, just like that–he was gone.
And I was left standing on the rooftop, heart pounding, body burning, my mind filled with nothing buthim.
I stumbled down the sidewalk, heels clicking against the pavement, my body still humming from…Rafe.
His name pulsed in my mind like a curse, like a brand. I should’ve never let him touch me. Never let him get inside my head. But it was too late for that, wasn’t it? I hadneverin my life met anyone like him. He had a power that...drew me in. Which was definitely new, considering I held a lot of power myself.
I exhaled sharply, trying to clear the haze of alcohol, lust, and adrenaline burning through my veins. Thankfully, my building wasn’t far. Just a few more steps, I’d be behind locked doors, alone with my thoughts–though that was hardly a comfort now. I adjusted my ponytail, lifting my chin, willing my body to cool down and mymind to snap back into place.
The second I stepped into my penthouse, I kicked off my heels, tossed my purse onto the couch, and went straight to my bedroom. I barely took off my jewelry. Barely registered the way my hands trembled as I slid onto my mattress, my body still coiled too tight, still aching.
Damn him.
