When She Loves (The Fallen, #4)(70)

“Good. Take a deep breath and relax.”

The pressure increases until it turns slightly uncomfortable, and then it’s gone. “Breathe,” Rafaele instructs. “It’s in.”

Tentatively, I clench my cheeks. I can feel there’s something there.

Rafaele wraps his palms around my shoulders and guides me back up until my back is pressed to his front. “Today, I’m going to take your ass,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m going to own every part of your body.”

I clench again, trying to get used to the strange sensation. There’s a foreign pressure inside me, but it’s not as noticeable as I would have expected. “Who says I’ll let you?”

“Oh, you’ll let me.” He takes a step back. “Actually, you’re going to beg for it, just like you begged me for everything else.”

I turn around to face him, my cheeks hot and my pussy pulsing with excitement. “Keep dreaming. Now what?”

An all-too-satisfied smirk graces his lips. He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks.

Click.

A gasp tears its way out of my lungs. Holy shit. The toy is vibrating inside of me.

I anchor my palms against the desk behind me so I don’t tumble to the floor. The sensation isn’t like anything I’ve experienced before. I can feel the vibration in my ass and my core, and somehow, even in my clit.

I blink at him against the dizzying wave of pleasure that envelops me. “What the fuck. You’re playing dirty.”

His smirk grows. “Can’t handle it?”

My body quivers. “I. Can. Handle. It,” I grind out, trying my best to pull myself together. I move my hips, trying to escape the sensation, but it’s impossible. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing Rafaele’s attention.

His eyes darken, and he reaches out to fondle my breasts through the fabric of my dress. When he tweaks a nipple, I feel like I might explode.

“Doing all right?” he coaxes, his expression all decadent amusement. “Or are you getting hot?”

I’m burning up. “Not at all.”

“How long do you think you can last?”

“Not sure. Long.” There’s pressure building inside of me, but not the kind that’ll ever find release without some additional help. I can see how this will quickly become maddening.

He leaves my breasts alone and drags his hand down to my belly, letting it hover just over my pubic bone. I try to grind against him, but he keeps it just inches away from where I really want it.

Torture. Pure torture.

“Well, I have to get some work done,” he drawls even as he turns up the strength of the vibrations with the remote in his pocket. He makes an attempt to lead me out of the room, but I plant my feet against the floor and refuse to move.

“No.”

“No?” He turns up the setting once more.

I make a wanton moan. “Are you crazy? How long do you need to work for?”

He stifles a laugh. “I’ll just be thirty minutes.”

“Thirty minutes?” I shriek. “I’ll take care of it myself in those thirty minutes.”

His gaze flashes with warning, and he wraps his hand around my throat. “Don’t you dare.”

“Ten minutes,” I squeeze out.

“Fifteen.”

“Fuck. Fine.”

He drops his hand and gestures at the sofa. “You can wait there.”

“I’ll stand.”

“As you wish.”

The bastard sits down at his desk like he’s not actively torturing me, and opens his laptop. He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the entire world. In the meantime, my body breaks out in a sweat. The vibrations just keep going and going, taunting me with the promise of pleasure. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and bite on the inside of my cheek. There’s a steady pulse inside my clit, needy and begging for attention.

I eye the clock on the wall. It’s been a minute? Only a minute?

If I want to do this for another fourteen, I need a distraction. Even shuffling over to the bookshelf is agonizing. I gulp down air and try to move my body in a way that doesn’t make my problem any worse than it already is.

When I make it close enough, I grab the first book I see and open to a random page.

“He thrust into her, his throbbing member as hard as a steel pipe. Desiree moaned wantonly, ‘Yes, yes, Jeremiah! Fill me with your seed.’”

“What are you reading?”

I slam the book shut. “Smut. Why do you have smut in your office library?”

“Ah, you must have found my deceased aunt’s old collection. She lived in this house for a few years. Lovely woman.”

“Sorry to spoil your memory of her, but she was a total perv.” I shove the offending text back onto the shelf. The last thing I need right now is to be a fly on the wall for Desiree and Jeremiah’s night of passion.

I grab another book, this one with a safe title—A Comprehensive History of Geopolitics—and open to chapter one.

The clock counts down at a snail’s pace. About halfway through, shivers start to cascade through my body. Drops of sweat trail down my back and soak my dress. I’m swaying, sucking down air while the pressure in my core builds and builds. I clutch my book tighter and read the same sentence over and over again. Finally, we hit the fifteen-minute mark.