"Fuck!" I screamed, clawing for purchase along the shower wall. Rafael's hands gripped the underside of my ass, lifting it up to give him a better angle as he powered through my tender tissue. The ridge of his cock stroked over my back wall as the rain shower head dropped water onto my back and where he took me.
"You'll fucking take it," he grunted, shoving into me so harshly that my hands slipped along the wall and the side of my face planted into the tile. One of his hands left my ass, his massive arm stretching over my body to press the palm of his hand to the side of my head as he held me completely immobile.
Each thrust forced me up onto my toes, his balls slapping into the backs of my thighs in a sound that bounced off the shower walls.
"Touch my pussy," he groaned, using his other hand to grab my wrist and shove my fingers between my legs. I stroked my clit, building the pleasure higher and higher as he took me.
"Oh God," I whimpered.
His hand came down on my ass in a sharp slap, stinging the skin with his reprimand. "There's no God here,mi reina. OnlyEl Diablo." My fingers stroked faster, pressing harder into my clit as something brushed against myotherentrance. I jolted in his grip, trying to move away from the added sensation as he applied pressure slowly.
The water eased his way as he slid a finger in my ass, the burn of it drawing a ragged groan from my lips. "Rafe," I whimpered.
"Fucking come, Isa," he ordered, pulling his finger back and then sliding it back inside me. He thrust inside me sharply, pushing me over the edge into a blinding orgasm as my body felt too full. Too taken by him and consumed.
He groaned behind me, shoving deep as he flooded my body with cum before I came down from my orgasm. I groaned my frustration into the shower wall, trying to push off and dislodge him. But he held me still with his hand at my head, keeping me trapped as he slid through my pussy slowly.
He slid his finger from my ass as he released my head finally, leaning back to watch his length as he pushed in and out of me twice more before finally pulling free. "I think I won round one today," he murmured with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around my chest and pulling me up until my back pressed against his front. "We'll see who wins round two later."
"You're a bastard," I groaned, shoving off from his body and washing myself furiously. "I'm eighteen. You could at least give me time."
"Time for what exactly,mi reina?" he asked, reaching between my legs with his bare hand to help me clean myself off. His fingers slid inside me as he watched my face, teasing me as if he wanted me in a constant state of desiring him. "For you to think you've found a way to leave me?"
"To figure out what the hell is going on!"
"I've already told you exactly what is going to happen. You're just too stubborn to hear it," he said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel from the rack. I hit the switch for the shower, turning off the water as he dried himself off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist. He grabbed another, holding it out for me to step into.
"I'm not stubborn. You're unrealistic," I argued.
"We'll see," he murmured with a laugh as he moved into the closet and grabbed one of his suits. Watching him dress was to watch him don the persona of a gentleman.
But if there was one thing he'd taught me, it was that the devil was a gentleman. He'd pretended to be whatever he needed to lay his trap, and by the time I’d realized I was his prey, it was too late.
I was already caught.
He tossed a dress onto the bed, the dark apricot fabric with a subtle white pattern standing out against the white bedding. I sighed and resisted the temptation to reject it.
Picking out my clothes was a new level of controlling, even for him.
But the shape of it looked comfortable, and since I had no intention of walking anywhere on my throbbing feet that day, all I wanted was something easy. I pulled on the white bra and panty set he tossed to me, shrugging the dress over my head and smiling when he glared at the low neckline where it dipped to show the top of the valley between my breasts.
"Maybe you should change," he murmured, twisting his lips as he retreated back into the closet. I turned for the door, striding out while he chased at my heels with a disgruntled noise of frustration.
"You picked it," I teased. While I might have felt uncomfortable wearing it, I'd never resist the chance to torment him. I had no power in our relationship, if you could even call it that, and I'd take whatever small victories I could when they came.
My confidence faltered when we emerged into the main space and Rafe guided me to the kitchen. Joaquin sat at the island, sipping a cup of coffee as he ate an omelet and Regina flipped something on the stove.
I gave Rafe a look of condemnation as he sat me in the chair next to Joaquin. My cheeks flushed as Regina turned a bright smile my way, feeling like it couldn't be possible they hadn't heard me scream my orgasm into the shower wall as Rafael fucked me into it. Neither of them said anything to that effect, but her gaze felt too knowing as she flipped an omelet on to a plate and slid it in front of me. My stomach grumbled with hunger, knowing I hadn't had much to eat at all since leaving Ibiza.
I hadn't exactly been in the right mood to eat, but the plate in front of me was too appetizing to resist. She slid a bowl full of fresh fruit in next to the plate, pouring orange juice into the glass. "Joaquin is going to keep an eye on you from now on," Rafe said, touching his lips to the top of my head and then making his way around the side of the island. I leveled his back with a glare as he made his way past me, picking up my fork and stabbing into a piece of banana before popping it into my mouth and chewing.
Rafael moved to the coffee maker on the counter, clicking the buttons on the machine as he spun to look at me. His face twisted into a smirk as he met my glare, gripping the counter and leaning his ass into it. "Don't look at me like that,mi reina," he murmured, his hands gripping the surface. "You might find out just how much I like your glares."
I blushed, darting a glance to Regina and then to Joaquin at my side. The traitorous ass never looked up from his food, minding his own business despite the innuendo to Rafe's words. Regina only smiled, trying to hide it as she cleared her throat and forced her mouth back into a neutral expression.
"Rafael!" I scolded, my voice a strangled whisper.
He pulled his coffee cup from the machine, blowing on the scalding liquid gently and leveling me with a smirk. "I'll never hide our sex life in my own home," he said. "Are you offended, Regina?" he asked.