Page 33 of The Doctor's Promise
So involved werethey in their lovemaking, they didn’t notice Zani in the shadows watching them from the doorway. His eyes slid over Noemi’s lush body, her café-au-lait skin covered in a fine dewy glow, her breasts and belly undulating as she breathed hard.
Desire twisted in his gut, and he slid silently from the room. He could see his brother was head over heels for the young doctor, and although he was happy for Rafa, he knew that his own actions would soon have terrible consequences for all of them.
Zani knew he shouldn’t have returned from Europe; he should have stayed and faced the consequences of his behavior. No doubt if he had, he’d be dead.
But at least you won’t have dragged Rafa, Bepi, your parents and that beautiful girl into your twisted mess of a life…
It was too late now. He’d made them all targets. Zani knew what his enemies would do to them—back in Europe, his own girlfriend, Sophia, had paid the price. He’d found her beaten and sobbing in their apartment upon returning from a club. Her attackers had left her a message to give Zani: Next time, she dies.
He used the last of his trust fund to make sure Sophie had safe haven in France; it was probably the only good thing he’d ever done in his wasteful life.
But now he was about to bring it all down on his family. His enemies had found him. He knew that because of one solitary text message: a photo sent to him.
Rafa and Noemi kissing in Rafa’s car. So in love. The threat was clear.
Zani walked through the silent mansion. He could give himself up to his enemies, but it wouldn’t do any good. They wanted revenge, and they would keep him alive just to watch his family die.
There was no hope. By his own actions, Zani had condemned the people he loved to death, and he knew that before they died, their lives would be made pure hell… and there was nothing he could do about it.
16
Chapter Sixteen
Rafa made good on his promise to take Noemi on vacation. He rented a private cabin on the shores of Lake Tahoe, and they flew into Carson City before renting a car and driving to the lake.
Rafa’s parents had taken Bepi for a few days, and so Noemi and Rafa were finally alone together. The cabin was small but private enough for the two of them to really enjoy each other.
The peace of the place was a balm on Noemi’s grief, but it was Rafa who really saved her from the depths of despair. He kept her occupied the whole time, whether it was hiking around the lake or cooking meals together, and certainly at night, when they would sit out on the deck and make plans for their future. Noemi still hadn’t told Rafa or anyone about the baby—she knew she couldn’t ignore it forever but for the moment, she kept it to herself.
Their sex life became even more adventurous as they experimented with light BDSM. Noemi found she liked to have her hands bound behind her back as Rafa fucked her, liked being that helpless with him. The paddle she wasn’t keen on, but the crop? Now that was a different, sweetly painful matter…
“You have dirty thoughts going on in that pretty head of yours,” Rafa told her as they sat out on the deck, the remnants of their supper in front of them. Noemi picked up her glass of water—she was glad that he hadn’t questioned why she didn’t want wine—and sipped it, meeting his gaze.
“I was just thinking about that riding crop.”
Rafa’s smile widened. “That does it for you, doesn’t it, baby?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with arousal. “When you’re naked and stalking around me, your cock so thick and heavy, so hard and proud, huge against your belly, and you’re wielding that crop… Jesus, Rafa…”
His hand slipped under her dress and into her panties and he grinned. “You’re wet.”
“Not as wet as I could be… I bet you could make me come just with that crop.”
Rafa’s lips crushed against hers. “Let’s go test that theory.”
She wasin his arms and being carried to the bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed, and unbuttoned the simply cotton dress she wore, opening up the fabric, and trailing his lips down her bare skin. “I’m going to make you so wet, you’re dripping,” he said, his voice practically a growl, and Noemi wriggled with pleasure.
“First things, first.” Rafa tied her hands behind her back, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her throat as he did. Laying her down, he stroked a finger down between her breasts then took each nipple into his mouth—just briefly—and then stood, stripping his own clothes off.
“Put the cock ring on,” Noemi urged him, and Rafa chuckled.
“I’m not sure I’ll need it looking at your beautiful body but if you like it…” He slid the metal cock ring to the base of his already stiffening cock.
“Perfect… you’re perfect,” Noemi breathed, and Rafa smiled. He picked up the short but heavy riding crop and slapped his palm with it.
“Where do you want this, baby?”
“Everywhere…” She gasped and arched her back as he brought the crop down hard across her belly. “God, yes… yes, Rafa.”
