Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I slowly lean forward, and my erection starts to throb as I see her chest start to rise and fall under the loose neckline of her dress.
My breath caresses her ear, and as Zee bites her lip and shivers, I hear myself say, "First, we'll find ourselves a table—-"
Zee rears back in shock.
"And when we do, you're going to let me touch you—-"
She lets out a shaken gasp, and her stunned gaze flies up to mine.
"—-Until I make you cum with my fingers."
I see her face pale, and I'm suddenly filled with self-contempt.
What the hell do you think you're doing, asshole?
While it's true that I'm fucking dying to make her cum, I also realize that a part of me has said those words because I wanted to punish her.
And for what?
For having a life before I came into hers?
Get your head out of your ass, Rafael!
I take a deep breath, but before I can apologize, I hear her say—-
"Okay."
What the hell?
She leans back, and my whole body turns rigid with desire when her gaze meets mine, and I see that her violet eyes are already cloudy with need.
"Touch me now, Rafael."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Please."
I'm supposed to be the one who's torturing her here, but with just a few words, she's turned the tables around, and now I'm the one in fucking agony.
"You're supposed to say no," I grit out.
"Why?"
"Because you're innocent—-" I break off when Zee suddenly leans forward, and I actually find myself leaning back.
"But I don't want to stay innocent," she whispers.
Fuck.
"I want to do bad things with you, Rafael, so please..."
Zee
A breathless laugh escapes me when Rafael suddenly drags me off my stool, but my amusement comes to a quick end when he soon takes me to one of the empty tables at the back of the bar. The lighting and ambience here is a lot cozier, and instead of the usual club chairs that the other tables have, these ones have bench-like seats that allow Rafael and I to sit next to each other.
My heart races when Rafael shrugs out of his leather jacket, and it beats even faster when he places his jacket over my lap.
I know exactly what he plans to do next, and Rafael lets out a sexy little chuckle when he hears my legs snap close under the table.
"Have I scared you, bella?"
"You have," I say shakily, "and I think that's exactly what you're hoping for—-isn't it?"
His lips curve, but instead of answering me, Rafael calls for a waiter and hands me the menu. "How about ordering us some drinks?"
Okaaaay...
Just as my gaze scans the menu, it's then I feel his hand slipping under his jacket...and my back shoots ramrod straight the moment I feel his fingers finding their way between my legs.
Oh God.
My gaze swerves to his in a fit of incredulity, but Rafael only smiles lazily in response, and the sight of it makes me feel oh...so...wet.
"I'll have a margarita," Rafael tells the waiter...just as his fingers brush against the drenched silk of my panties, and all I can do is tighten my grip around the menu.
His fingers are magic.
Just plain, beautiful magic, with how his fingers are stroking the folds of my pussy like a musician would play his favorite instrument.
"And you, Zee?"
I can feel the waiter's gaze turn to my direction, and although I do my best to read what's written on the menu, desire has made me illiterate, and the words simply swim before my eyes.
"Uh..."
Rafael finally takes pity on me and says, "I believe the lady will have a margarita."
I glare at him as soon as the waiter leaves, but Rafael only smirks at me...and then his fingers start moving faster and faster over my throbbing folds, and I can no longer remember what I'm angry about.
All I know is that his fingers are still working incredible magic on my flesh, and it's just so, so exquisitely good it has me writhing in acute need.
"R-Rafael, p-please..."
The choking sound of my voice makes his nostrils flare, and I don't understand this at first until—-
"I like how you said my name just now, bella," he says thickly. "I wonder if it's how you'll also sound...when I have your mouth stuffed full with my dick, and you're choking at how big and fat it is."
Oh, oh God.
I've never had anyone say such dirty things to me, but because it's Rafael who's saying them, I find each and every word so, so incredibly hot.
"Did that turn you on?"
A helpless little cry slips past my lips, and I can only be thankful that the music playing in the background is loud enough to bury all of these embarrassing little noises I'm making.
"P-Please—-"
I'm not sure what I'm asking for, but Rafael seems to know since he's now shaking his head at me.
"Have you forgotten what I told you, bella? This will only end when I make you cum with my fingers—-"