man who likely could have anything he wanted, women swooning all over him. He was that good-looking. He was that suave. He was certainly that intoxicating in his words and his actions.
My body craved everything he was doling out like a drug for an addict.
When he slapped my bottom several times, I was unable to stop the whimper from slipping away, betraying me one more time. The way my pussy muscles clenched and released over and over again was telling. I could fall into his spell easily.
He rode me harder, one hand fisting my hair and forcing me to arch my back. Even the way the headboard slammed against the wall only fueled his fire even more, words in Spanish flowing from his mouth, ones I could no longer understand. There was no hesitation, no advance warning when he pulled out, immediately pushing the tip of his cock to my puckered hole.
Jerking up, I let off several moans as he slid inside, breaking through my last barrier of innocence, taking from me what no other man had taken.
The pain ripped at my breath, tensing every muscle. I couldn’t speak or even move, focus or think about anything but what was happening. It seemed his voice was in a vacuum as he attempted to remind me to relax.
He continued to move slowly until he was fully seated inside. I was shocked as the pain began to subside, shifting to twinges of pleasure. My muscles continued to ache as they tried to accept every inch of him, but I was blown away at the rapture coursing through my veins. I took several deep breaths, unable to control my rapidly beating heart.
“Good girl. My very obedient girl.”
With very savage stroke, every slap of his hand, I felt freer, leaving my mind muddled with a dichotomy of feelings. I wanted to hate him for using me, but then again, perhaps we were using each other.
Two lost souls in a magnificent bubble.
He rocked us both, finally lowering his body over mine and cupping my breasts. For a few minutes, I was able to feel the beating his heart, the warmth of his body melding with mine. And during that amazing period, he was a different man, free from his demons.
But I knew they’d return, just like the ones that controlled my life.
I could tell he was holding back, fighting to keep from coming, his body shaking. Even though a part of me wanted this to last, there was another that simply wanted to pretend this had never happened.
And so, I squeezed my muscles until he let out a strangled roar, erupting deep inside, filling me with his seed.
As he covered his body over mine once again, finally untying my wrists, the sadness I’d felt in him before returned along with the coldness.
There was no doubt in my mind that tonight he’d only stepped into another life, making a brief appearance as someone who could even care about another. This was no fairytale, no beginning of a wonderful relationship.
The man I knew only as Rafael would soon disappear.
Chapter Eight
Rafael
Hunger that had no bounds. That’s exactly the way I felt about Savannah. Spending time with her, disciplining and fucking her had been far too enjoyable. Peaceful. I’d allowed myself time to relax.
The morning sun was just coming over the horizon, colors crisscrossing the sky. I stood at the window in the same place I’d been for almost two hours. At least she’d fallen asleep, the bottle of wine half empty. I moved closer, standing over her and watching the rise and fall of her chest. Her hair was splayed out across the pillow, her lips twisting slightly as if in a dream state. I eased wayward strands from her cheek, lightly brushing my knuckle across her skin.
Her slight moan was my sweet reward.
There were too many things that could go wrong, especially since I only had my two enforcers with me. I only hoped that Alviro would be the same creature of habit. If so, I would have two opportunities to handle my business. If not? I sucked in my breath at the thought.
The surf was calm, the waves barely lapping at the shoreline. I’d always loved the ocean, the serenity that it gave me. Today was no exception, although I had no doubt Savannah was the only reason my demons had remained buried inside. Having her by my side had been exactly what I needed.
But I would be forced to let her go.
She couldn’t belong to