Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Like I said, make me.”
He gave me a cocky grin. The one I remembered from when I first met him. The one that said he didn’t believe I dared.
Well, I fucking dared.
With tears in my eyes, I drew my arm back and slapped him hard across the face. He barely moved. His eyes blinked and his head turned just a little, but his wall of a chest still stood right where it was, not moving, not allowing me to move.
For a moment, I froze. This wasn’t the first time I’d slapped him. And I remembered well what had happened the last time.
But Raphael only stood there, waiting for me. Waiting for more?
I could give him more.
“I’d never been slapped before,” I said, drawing my arm back again, remembering my grandfather slapping me, readying to strike him again. “It’s a really personal thing, isn’t it?” I said, swinging. “Humiliating.”
He caught my wrist, and when I swung the other one, he caught that one too and shoved my back against the wall, pressing his body into mine, stretching my arms over my head.
“Yeah, it’s personal.”
He smashed his lips over mine then quickly came up for air.
“It’s very fucking personal.”
I grunted, trying to free myself, refusing to open my mouth, turning my head. “Fuck you.”
He transferred both wrists to one hand and gripped my jaw with the other, forcing me to look at him.
“I told you already, I love you,” he said.
“That’s why it was so hard to give me up.”
He shook his head then kissed me again, grinding against me.
“You stupid, stupid girl.”
“Let me go! I mean it, or I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead and try.”
He lifted me off the floor and carried me into the bedroom, where he threw me on the bed.
“I’ll do it.”
“I said go ahead and try.”
He drew his shirt over his head and came at me, one knee on the bed, capturing me as I scurried to the other side. Once he had me, he dragged me toward him. I did as I said I would and opened my mouth to scream, but he closed his hand over it, looming over me with that know-it-all grin, and ripped my dress in two.
“Next time I tell you to strip, you’ll learn to strip.”
I fought him, but he only laughed at my attempts and tore my bra, exposing my breasts, then dragged my panties down and off.
“I missed seeing you naked,” he said, his gaze scanning me. “Missed touching you.”
He straddled me with his thighs, keeping his weight off me but trapping me. He leaned down close.
“Do I need to gag you?”
I opened my mouth to scream, but he muffled the sound when his lips found mine.
“I guess that’s a yes,” he muttered
He mashed his mouth over mine again and held my arms at my sides, pinning me to the bed. After a good, long kiss, he leaned back.
“Now be fucking quiet and listen.”
I tried to move, tried to break free, but it was impossible. I stopped fighting and looked at him.
“Did you even bother reading the papers I sent you before scrawling your message to me?”
I hadn’t. I hadn’t thought there was any need to.
“Did you?”
I shook my head.
“If you had, you would have seen that I opened a bank account in your name. That the money the old man owed me would be transferred right back to you. I don’t want the money, Sofia. This has never been about the money. But fuck me. It was never meant to be about love either.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Raphael
She finally quieted.
Fuck. I hadn’t come here to fuck her. I hadn’t.
“You still want me to let you go?”
She shook her head.
I released her wrists and flipped her over onto her belly, then straddled her again, trapping her beneath me.
“I love you,” I said, reaching over to grab the bottle of hand moisturizer she had on the nightstand. “But you’re a pain in my ass.” I drew her hips up, so she was on her knees. “Don’t get up,” I told her when she started to rise. I pushed her knees apart with mine and fisted a handful of her hair, pushing her face down into the bed. “Ass up, face down. Understand?”
“Raphael—”
I slapped her hip—not hard, but enough to get her attention. She cried out and looked back at me from the corner of her eye.
“Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I let go of her hair and twisted the lid off the lotion, squeezing about half the tube on her lower back. “Now like I said,” I started, unzipping my jeans and pushing them and my briefs down, my cock like steel in anticipation of what was to come. I hadn’t had another woman since Sofia, and it had been too long since I’d had her.
I spread her ass cheeks and looked down at her perfect, virgin ass before sliding my cock into her pussy.