Page 85 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Then afterwards, I’m going to keep your panties and we’re going to go back to our guests. I want to watch you talk to them, knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs.”

Jesus, why did that make me hot? It shouldn’t. If anyone else had said those words to me, I’d fight them and run. Yet, with him, I wanted to hear more.

His grip on my wrists tightened. “Understood, Reina?”

My eyes grew half-lidded from the pressure of his body against mine. From his deep, raspy voice and his hot breath against my ear. This man wasaddictive. He felt right.

I ground my butt against him and a groan vibrated through his chest straight to my core.

“Understood,” I breathed.

One word. It was all it took to set the world on fire. His hand wrapped around my throat, his thumb grazing my pulse and then pushing down on it. I should be terrified of this but I wasn’t. Not with Raphael.

And like an addict, I pressed my neck harder into his grip.

“All I can think about is fucking you.” His voice was raspy, his chokehold slightly tighter. “Your scent. Your laugh.”

“Ditto.” He stilled, as if I surprised him. What was happening to me? The devil was tempting me with his words and his hands, and like a sinner I fell under his spell. “Please, will you fuck me? I can’t wait-”

The words drifted away as his teeth nipped at my neck. This lust for him was flowing through my veins. Each breath enhanced this desire and there was no going back. He lapped his tongue over the shell of my ear and then bit.Hard.

God, this was heaven and hell. Too much and not enough. Maybe I should warn him that I had never gone all the way.

“I’ll tell you when I fuck you,” he growled. “Not the other way around.”

I rolled my eyes, though my insides were lit up with languid heat. “So bossy,” I complained, my voice too throaty and needy.

“Open your legs.”

Like a pleasure starved woman, I eagerly obeyed his command. As long as he touched my pussy, I’d do anything.Within limits, I lied to myself.

While one hand held my nape, his other reached under my dress and my head fell back to rest on his shoulder the moment he cupped my needy, hot core. I wished my panties were gone.

“Fuck” he groaned. “You’re ready for me.”

One swift move and the sound of tearing filled the room. I got my wish, my panties were gone. It should have terrified me. It didn’t.

I had never felt more alive than when this man touched me. My nerves pulsed with excitement at hearing the arousal in his voice and feeling his hand on my bare pussy.

I ground my ass against his hard erection. “And you’re ready for me,” I moaned.

He slid his fingers against my wet folds, spreading the wetness and making me more sensitive all over. I had lost my mind and I blamed this man for it. All his sharp edges, his suave and charismatic nature made a wanton woman out of me. It was thrilling and I wanted more of him. The moment his finger thrust deep inside me, I lifted on my tiptoes, stifling a whimper.

“Always aiming for the last word,” he rasped, driving his finger even deeper. “Maybe you need to choke on my cock so I can teach you a lesson.”

Another moan. Every cell of me was on fire.

Any kind of comeback evaporated into thin air as he thrust an additional finger into me, his hold on my nape tightening further. The sensation overwhelmed me as he slid his fingers in and out of me, hard and deep.

“No more words,” he said hoarsely as he drove his fingers into me. Coiled pleasure built higher and higher with each savage thrust until all I could feel was the imminent orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted. I rolled my hips, meeting each thrust of his fingers. His mouth burned my neck, his teeth grazed my skin, marking me until my entire body was on fire. The pressure built and built until sparks exploded and waves slammed into me, making me see stars behind my eyelids.

Raphael’s fingers continued driving into me, prolonging my orgasm. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, shattering me into pieces only to put me back together.

“Open those beautiful eyes, Reina,” he demanded in a dark voice. He gripped me by the nape, then swung me around to face him.

My eyes, half-lidded and hazy, met his and something soft and dark lurked in his gaze. I basked in a languid sensation that pulled on my muscles and couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his. His grip on my nape tightened and he kissed me hard and deep.

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