“My father,” he said. “Initially anyway. He didn’t appreciate it when I started winning, so I played with my uncle and cousins in the summers when I would visit them. Sebastian was a worthy opponent,” he said as we continued playing.
“Who did you play when you were home?” I asked, my nerves rising higher. I couldn’t distract him from the game, because he never paid any attention to it. He simply went through the motions as if he’d already won, and I knew it to be true.
I heaved out a sigh, glaring at the pieces as if they were to blame for my stupid wager. I might not have been free without it, but I wouldn’t be settled between his legs and trying to fight off the attraction I knew I shouldn’t feel as I gave him the one part of my body he wouldn’t dare to take by force.
He stared at my mouth as if he could already feel it wrapped around him, leaning forward and looking down at the board more fully for the first time. “No one regularly. Most men tire of losing fairly quickly.”
He moved his piece, turning his eyes up to mine with a grin. “Check.” I turned my eyes down to the board, finally realizing just how long he’d drawn out our previous games past what he could have done. His lack of focus on the game wasn’t because he didn’t want to play, but to give me the opportunity to think and learn.
Fuck.
I touched my hand to my bishop, watching as he pursed his lips. Taking my hand off the piece hastily, I reached for my Queen and moved her. He took it ruthlessly, announcing that if I’d had any doubt, the game was as good as done.
I moved, capturing a pawn in what seemed like the only move I could make. “Checkmate,” he said, not bothering to use his turn. With the space I’d vacated, I’d given him a clear line to my King as he toyed with me.
He stood partially, pushing his chair back from the little table between us and giving space in front of his body. With his legs spread, he leaned back and looked like the devil on a throne of sin. “A deal is a deal,mi princesa,” he murmured.
I stood on shaking legs, suppressing the desire to deny him what he’d been promised. Walking to the space in front of him, I swallowed back my anxiety as I stared down at him. With his knees to either side of my legs, I touched a hand to each arm of the chair and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. “Good girl,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke my cheekbone with his thumb.
I glared at him despite the nerves making my hands shake as I touched a hand to the belt buckle at his waist. His eyes dropped to the contact as I pulled the leather through. Unbuttoning his pants and tugging down the zipper on his pants came after, his eyes on mine as I stared up at him with a nervous glance.
I chewed the corner of my mouth and hesitated, unsure if I could really proceed. Already the thought of pulling his cock free from his pants made heat bloom between my legs. It was a perversion, a sick twist of my body turning against me in a way that shouldn’t have happened. There was nothing normal about desiring the man who’d kidnapped me.
It all came back to the part of me that should have never been set free. That part that should have stayed hidden beneath the surface until the day I died.
I considered not following through, backing away from him and letting him take it out on my pussy in the way I was sure he would. But setting the tone for our bets to not be followed through wouldn’t work to my advantage, and he’d make me enjoy whatever he did to me. Whether he used my mouth or my pussy should have been inconsequential.
I slid my hand inside his pants and reached into the boxer briefs that covered him and helped hide his bulge from innocent bystanders as he went about his day. He groaned as my palm wrapped around him, pulling him free from the layer of fabric until he hung free, heavy in my hand. I stroked him from his balls to the tip of his head while I held his eyes.
He reached out one of his hands, tangling it in the hair at the back of my head and pressing me down until his head brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him guide me down until the taste of him exploded in my senses. He slid over my tongue, releasing his grip at my head to grab the arms of the chair and leave me to do it on my own.
Filled with the knowledge that he’d meant his words about wanting me to worship him, I knew it would be different than the time in the shower. He’d used my face then, pushing me to take him harder and faster as his hips thrust in and out of me.
Now he leaned back in his chair, watching me with rapt attention as I stretched my mouth wider to accommodate his girth and slid up and down on his length of my own will. He took my hand in his, wrapping my fingers around the base the best I could and guiding me into working what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.
There was something intoxicating about his eyes on me, about the heat in his stare as he watched me hollow my cheeks and suck. I shifted my hips as it brought a physical reaction in my belly that begged for relief.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the mechanics of what I was doing and trying to tune out the rest of everything. “Look at me,” Rafael commanded in his deep voice, forcing my eyes to open with the words. I glanced up at him as his hips shifted up, driving a little deeper into my throat. With his eyes on mine, there was no denying the heat blooming between my legs or the way I wanted him inside me. “If you want me, then take me,” he said.
I shook my head, focusing my attention back on his cock and getting him off as quickly as possible. Admitting I wanted him wasn’t something I was willing to do. Letting him come inside me was something even less tolerable, and we both knew that was what would happen if I let him fuck me.
“Fine,” he grunted, his frustration evident in his scowl. “Touch yourself.” I drew back off him, releasing him with a wet sound as he popped free of my mouth.
“No.”
“Put your fucking pretty little fingers between your legs and play with my pussy until you come all over them,mi princesa,” he said. He pushed to stand, making me back away on pained knees as he wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled me back to his cock. His other hand guided himself to my mouth, slipping inside and shoving deep as I gagged around him. “You should have just hopped on my cock and gone for a fucking ride.”
I mumbled around him, touching my hands to his thighs and digging my nails in. The fabric of his pants interfered with me hurting him the way I wanted as he hit the back of my throat with hard drives that made my eyes water.
“Don’t make me fuck your ass today, Isa. Touch yourself,” he said. I glared up at him, dragging one of my hands down between my legs and lifting my dress as he used my face. Dipping into the front of my underwear, I touched two fingers to my clit and circled it in the way he always seemed to do. My hips squirmed at the contact, a strangled gasp escaping around him as he groaned his pleasure. “You think you can deny that you want me? I canhearhow fucking wet you are just from my cock in your throat. You can try to lie to yourself, but your body tells me no lies.”
I moaned around him, watching as his lips twisted into a pleasurable snarl with his anger.
He pulled out, working his hand up and down his length furiously. “Open your fucking mouth.” With a swallow, I did. Even suspecting what was coming as he angled himself toward my face. He pressed the head inside, jerking himself off until the taste of his release coated my tongue. “Show me.”
He pulled back, leaning forward until his face was in front of me and he stared at his cum on my tongue. I swallowed as he pulled me to my feet roughly, planting me in the chair and dragging my panties down my thighs. His hand covered mine, helping me work myself higher and higher toward an orgasm as he leaned in and devoured my mouth in a rough kiss. Uncaring of the fact that he’d just come there, he swept his tongue inside and used his quick fingers at my clit to send me spiraling into an orgasm.
I moaned against him, both desiring more and hating him for giving me the climax I hadn’t wanted. The one that betrayed everything I should have been.
Good girls didn’t have sex with murderers, and they most certainly didn’tlike it.