"There are far too many missing pieces," Rafael remarked, walking toward the window and peering outside. He turned to Dante. "Are you certain you weren't followed?" "Not a chance," Dante replied. "You know, we could use her supposed death to our advantage." "Yes, we could," Rafael agreed, releasing his grip on my arm and gently brushing hair out of my eyes. "I was sick when your father told me what he believed had happened. I had no way of knowing if you'd betrayed me." "You automatically assume I'm a traitor, Rafael? Do you have no one you can trust?" My words hung in the air, creating an uncomfortable silence. "I've survived by considering every aspect of a situation," he casually replied. It was clear that he had little trust in anyone. I took a closer look at Dante's wound, relieved to see that it was only a minor graze. "I wouldn't betray you, Rafael. I came to you for help because I trust you with my life. And my heart." The words slipped out unexpectedly. Ever since he had
Rafael's lips curled into a faint smile as he recounted the conversation with his father. "He told me that one day, as the firstborn son, I would inherit the responsibility he carried. He believed in my ability to protect those I cared about. At the time, I was too young to fully comprehend his words, but in that moment, I felt like I was on top of the world, as if my father was telling me I was special." His voice carried a tinge of sadness, and tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm... sorry," I murmured. "There's no need to apologize. That night marked the beginning of my journey into adulthood. He also warned me to be cautious in choosing whom to trust, as caring for others came with risks." "That's a terrible thing to tell a young boy," I said, my voice filled with empathy. Rafael raised an eyebrow. "Is it? He was preparing me for a life within the dark realm of a mafia family. After that day, I respected him even more." "Why are you sharing this with me?" I mustered the courage to
I observed as he carefully placed his weapons on the small nightstand, both prepared for action. He could never truly relax or simply be a man. Tonight, he was not only my lover but also my protector. He was also my dominant. In my desires. In my training. In my pain. And in every moment of pleasure he chose to grant me. In other words, he was awe-inspiring. Standing three feet away from the bed, he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling. Although I couldn't see the darkness in his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his gaze coursing through my entire body. Another growl escaped his lips as he removed his coat and tossed it aside. He proceeded to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head and shoulders before advancing toward the bed. "Undress. I want to see all of you," he commanded in the husky voice that I had come to adore. Trembling, I got off the bed, struggling to unfasten the button on my jeans. These were clothes I had bought at Dante's insistence before we
And so, I knew deep within my heart that I would also be his downfall. Something inside me snapped, bringing a newfound clarity to my mind. The emotional turmoil became overwhelming, too much to bear. I loved him, there was no denying that, but I couldn't envision a future where we would be safe together. There would always be adversaries lurking, seeking to seize what he held most dear. No. That line of thinking was wrong. I closed my eyes, grappling with the decision, desperately wishing I could express my love for him over and over again. He would go to great lengths to ensure my safety. He would jeopardize his home, his wealth, and even his family to protect me. But I couldn't allow that to happen. Not now. Not ever. And so, I would have to bid him farewell. Somehow. Yes, it would break my heart, but at least he would live. RAFAEL "Go and remove your plug. I'm going to fuck your tight ass," my commanding voice startled Emily, her eyes widening with surprise. She hesitated
"Oh. Oh. Oh," she exclaimed, her body jolting once more as I introduced a third finger and pressed the tip of my thumb against her puckered opening. It crossed my mind that she had actually worn her plug. Was it a sign of hope to see me again, or was it a gesture of respect? The thought intrigued me, causing a series of low growls to escape my throat as I lavished attention on her sensitive clit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by every reaction and tremor that coursed through her body. Increasing the intensity, I quickened my pace, my movements more forceful, deliberately curling my fingers to target her G-spot. Her response was immediate, a cry replacing her earlier soft sounds. My God, she was driving me to the brink of madness, my throbbing cock reaching its limits. Did she realize the effect she had on me? Did she comprehend that it was I who was losing control? Sensing her shallow breaths, I slowed my actions, relishing in a deliberate and unhurried rhythm of
I thrust fiercely, my breaths shallow and labored, unable to stop myself. The desire to release my seed inside her consumed me entirely. The sensation of her intense heat and the way her muscles gripped my shaft were more intense than ever before. "Oh God, oh God..." she moaned. Everything around me faded into darkness and silence as my climax approached, the only words playing on a loop in my mind being the ones she needed to hear—words I couldn't bring myself to say. I love you. As soon as I woke up, I realized she wasn't in my bed. I had never allowed another woman into my inner circle, let alone my bed, especially not while I was Rafael Reigo, the mafia kingpin. It was a deliberate choice to protect anyone from getting caught in the crossfire of my dangerous life. But being with Emily, tucked away in a snow-covered cabin, brought back memories of our time together in Cancun. I needed her by my side. The thought of holding her in my arms had consumed me since the moment we embar
I lifted her chin and glanced anxiously around. "Emily, I care about you more than anyone else in my entire life. I will find a way to..." Oh no. How could I make a promise I wasn't sure I could keep? "...to make my life normal so that we can pretend you're not a merciless killer? I can't be that kind of woman, Rafael. I can't live in your world. You have to understand that. I'm sorry. I know we had an agreement, but I just..." "I know that what we have is more than most, the passion is incredible. And I know that I've allowed the woman inside me to feel free for the first time. Is that enough? Only you know the truth. We can't determine what the future holds right now." "You're right," she whispered. "Maybe I was hoping to recreate the fantasy from four years ago, but that's impossible." I expected her to pull away, but instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and in that moment, the darkness within me seemed to fade away, leaving only a deep yearning. I pulled her close, rev
She alternated between gripping and releasing my testicles, her fingers gliding up and down my legs as if coaxing me to take everything I desired. It brought a smile to my face, even as the impending climax tightened within me. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and I struggled to remain upright. I was consumed by the pleasure, yearning for more and more. But my body had reached its limit. I could no longer hold back the powerful orgasm. "Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh..." My entire body convulsed uncontrollably as I released, erupting into her mouth. She showed no hesitation as my release filled her, cascading down her throat. Through the haze of my climax, I saw a profound joy in her eyes, as if she had given me a precious gift. And she had. A release in multiple ways. Once the tremors subsided, I released my grip on her. Without hesitation, she licked up and down my shaft, savoring every last drop, then licked her lips, her gaze unfocused as she looked up at me. Taking deep