Page 86 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

I found Raphael pacing outside in the alleyway on the side of the building. His hand was buried in his thick hair as he tossed whatever was in his racing mind from side to side. I’d never seen him so worried about anything. Not even business deals. He was always confident and displayed a sense of calmness even when he wasn’t.

“Raph?” My steps toward him were calculated and hesitant.

His pacing continued, and he didn’t speak. Suddenly, the pacing increased in speed and he fisted both hands at his sides. I could officially tell you what a madman looks like before he strikes to kill. At least that was my perception of his contorted expression. Furrowed eyebrows, squinted eyes, scrunched nose, and lips tightened to where they had to hurt. I could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves so strong that it stirred my anxiety.

“Raph!” I shouted, alarming myself. “Please, just talk to me.” The second part came out as more of a whisper.

“What am I doing? I… this...” Raph moved his hands, pointing at me first, then himself as he said 'this'. He stopped moving before a different intensity took over. He rushed toward me, pinning me to the wall.

Fear choked my screams as I tried to figure out if he was going to hurt me. He buried his head in the crook of my shoulder and inhaled deeply at the same time that he pressed his overheated body onto me. Arousal shot through me so intensely that I struggled to stand. Raphael held me in place only inhaling and exhaling my scent, breathing warm puffs of air against my skin. A whine escaped my lips as I struggled to deal with my current situation. Wanting him this much physically ached.

Raphael’s body heat warmed me compared to the slight chill in the night’s air. He was holding me so close that I could feel every beat of his heart. His hands traveled along my hips and lower back, igniting a desperate need that I fought to control, up and down in the same delicious spot. And his lips teased the same spans of skin awakening primal needs.

“Raph,” I whispered.

Instead of responding verbally, he moved his head closer and sucked on the spot he once smelled. An unexpected spasm rocked my core, making me shiver against him. I gasped, clutching his shirt in my fists at his sides. Too much, yet not enough.

Raphael growled before scathing his teeth down my neck. “Why can’t I just let you go?” He growled before sucking on the same place again.

“Fuck! Raph, please…”

Raphael reached down, inched my dress up to my thighs, and then lifted my legs before hiking me up around his waist. My legs wrapped around him and he held me in place against the wall. I raised my arms to hold on to his neck. He paused, searching my face for who knows what. When he found what he was searching for, he smirked that winning smile of his before claiming my lips with his.

If it was heated before, now it was an all-out inferno blazing, branding me as his victim. He rocked against my center purposeful and just right to make me throw away reason. Closer, he edged me toward insanity. I needed him to finish what he started. He was the last man that I’d been with. The only one that played my body like his own symphony. Every chord struck just right. He precisely executed each note. And he was hell-bent on making me sing for him.

Raphael arched his hips, bucking against my core. Sweet Jesus. The first sounds rushed from me beginning our perfect sonata, Act I. No words, just the hum of seduction. His fingers strummed along my clit through my panties, wetting them sufficiently. Bucking against his fingers, I threw caution to the wind. Everything tingled, buzzing inside and out.

Faintly, I could hear a saxophone being played, serenading the lust. Another layer in this song and dance. Briefly, air nipped at my exposed cunt, just as Raphael moved my panties aside and slid deep inside me.

“Ah!” I gasped.

Filled. Spread. Deep. Intense. Mind-blown. And that was before he began grinding his body into mine. The upsweep of his pelvis teased my clit and softened my resolve. The barrier between us was broken into pieces and now he was destroying the shards making a mess of things. Dust.

We galloped quickly, making this a race of sorts, but we were both sure to win. Each thrust was another mile closer to the goal. I rode, and he held steady, trying to buck me into submission. He was feral and untamed. Wild and frenzied. That didn’t sway his determination. Bucks. Strokes. Thrusts. And a constant gallop brought us to this climactic moment.

Something shifted in the air. Slowing down the movement of everything. The sax urged me on, though everything tensed so tightly that I thought I was going to burst into a billion pieces. I wanted to stop and admire the feeling of euphoria, but my body had reached its limit. The cord snapped, and the dam flooded.

“Yes!” I screamed loudly, digging my fingers into Raphael’s back.

“Oh, fuck!” He shouted before his head dropped to my shoulder and the grip on my thighs tightened to the point of pain. He jerked hot streams of cum deep inside me. And I felt the explosion of warmth filling me. I gasped as realization dawned. No condom.

My head swam with thoughts that consisted mostly of Raphael. I’d fucked up and so had he. No matter how much I wanted to be angry, I couldn’t fight the bliss that marked this moment.

“Stay the night with me?” He finally spoke. His breathing had calmed and his eyes were no longer dazed.

“I… You can’t come to my apartment.” I confessed.

“Why?” He tensed and I could feel it in his shoulders. He was ready to strike an enemy that didn’t exist.

“When this goes south, I don’t want traces of you there to remind me of what couldn’t be.”

He nodded, but the tension didn’t release from his body. “I have a room.”

“And your assistant?”

“Has her own room.”

“Maybe we should say our goodbyes now while we still can.” I pressed.

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