Forbidden Deception (Deception)

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I nstead of letting me answer, he turns me around by my shoulders and pulls my body against his.

“I’ve been waiting all night to fuck you. You dressed like this for me, didn’t you? To give me your all?” He rests his chin on my shoulder, and one hand slides across my chest to cup my breast, while the other one slowly lifts the hem of the dress.

“What if I said yes?” I whisper.

His lips brush kisses up my neck, making my stomach twist and butterflies take flight.

“Then you would be rewarded accordingly.”

I bite my lip and nod.

He slowly pulls down my tights and underwear.

“Yes, I dressed like this for you. A short skirt so you could fuck me any chance you get.”

My fantasies get a hold of me, and I throw my head back and look into his lust-filled eyes.

“My fingers or my cock, Venezia?” He bites my lip hard, sucking it and then licking. “Which one, Venezia?”

“Cock. Your cock,” I breathe.

Rafael laps the blood that drips from my lip.

He smirks against my neck, his other hand pulling down my dress and finding that I have no bra on.

“No bra? You are a fucking naughty girl, wanting to be fucked while my family is downstairs.”

I moan in response when his hands tweak, pull, and pinch at my sensitive nipples.

Rafael loves my tits with a passion.

I knew it the first day he walked out of my apartment.

“Birth control,” I whisper through my haze.

Without giving me any warning, Rafael unzips his trousers and spears into me. Thankfully I did start on birth control after our first night together. His hand on my mouth saves my moans from being heard all around the house. He fucks me so hard stars twinkle in my vision.

We both soon reach a high that we can only attain together.

My back arches, and my mouth drops open in pleasure.

“You are my love. Got that, baby?”

I frantically nod, eyes shut from the overload of pleasure.

“You look pretty,” he mutters, eyes filled with powerful emotions.

Through the pleasure, I hear words that make me feel as if I’m dreaming.

Through the haze, I hear myself mistakenly mutter, “I love you.”

But Rafael’s eyes are shut, and he is lying beside me, his arm on my waist.

“Forgive me.”

He is out cold, and my own eyes shut, tear sliding down my cheeks.