Adjusting to a new kitchen was always miserable, but there was something relaxing about cooking for the first time since my trip to Ibiza. At least, without the watchful eye of Regina teaching me how to rollEnsaimada.I grabbed a few potatoes out of the pantry, peeling them quickly while Joaquin watched me.
"Where's Rafael?" he asked finally.
"Sleeping in today it seems. I get the impression he doesn't adjust to time changes very well," I said.
"Never been a problem before," Santiago said, shrugging his shoulders. "Were you up late?"
Joaquin elbowed him in the side as I snorted back a laugh, dicing and tossing things into a frying pan. "I'm going to refrain from answering that in favor of preserving your life."
"Smart choice," Joaquin agreed, chuckling as Rafael emerged down the stairs as if he'd been summoned.
"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," I chuckled, turning wide eyes to him when he froze in the middle of the kitchen. He stared at the robe covering me, his eyes sliding down until they landed on my bare legs. I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well the dress I'd gone to visit my family in the day before was shorter.
"Get out," he grunted. Both men nodded, retreating from the kitchen with haste as Rafael moved to close the space between us. I raised a wooden spoon, pointing it in his face until he stepped into it without concern.
"Don't you start with me," I argued. "You don't have a shirt on."
"The house is not filled with women,mi reina," he growled, taking the spoon out of my hand and dropping it to the counter next to the stove with a thud.
"You're in my way," I said, raising an eyebrow at him as he stepped into my space and guided me back toward the island until he was between me and the stove. Reaching behind him, he turned the dials on the stove to the off position, his fixated stare falling back on me the moment it was done. "I was making breakfast."
"Breakfast can wait," he said, placing his hands at my waist. He lifted me up onto the counter, depositing me against the cold stone that stung my ass where the robe and nightie slipped up with his grip. "I don’t appreciate it when you get out of bed without waking me, especially not when you come down and flaunt your tight ass for my men to see. I like to start my day inside you."
"I was not flaunting my ass!" I laughed, slapping his chest as he placed a hand at each of my knees and shoved my legs apart. Staring down at the space between them, a growl vibrated in his chest when his gaze settled on my pussy.
"Where are your fucking panties?" he asked, sliding his hips between my legs and burying a hand in the hair at the back of my head. He gripped harshly, tugging my head to the side as his mouth touched the bruise on my opposite shoulder from his name where he so often bit me to mark me. It had faded slightly before seeing my parents, but I couldn't blame them for asking a multitude of questions.
"We both know why I can't wear underwear to bed," I said. Because he had a tendency to rip them off me in his urgency.
"That does not explain why you didn't put them on before coming downstairs," he murmured into my skin. That wicked tongue of his shot out, licking my flesh erotically as I tilted my head farther to the side to give him better access. My hips inched closer to him, seeking more contact between our bodies as he built that need inside me.
My best days started with him inside me.
His other hand pulled the sash of my robe open, spreading the silk fabric to the sides so that he could stare down at the teal nightwear I'd slept in. He inched it higher on my stomach, baring me to his gaze entirely as that wandering hand trailed over my skin and between my legs.
Two fingers slid through my slick heat, and I arched my back as he guided them inside me and pumped slowly. His thumb circled my clit, working me over on the kitchen counter where his men had been thirty minutes from eating breakfast.
A sudden paranoia washed over me, and I turned my head to look toward the opening from the main room to the kitchen. Silence met me, not a single one of his men anywhere within sight. "They wouldn't dare," Rafael groaned, pulling his face out of my neck to touch his forehead to mine and watch the parting of my lips. Those skillful fingers of his worked me until I writhed on the counter, fucking his fingers to find my release.
It seemed like a lifetime before that I’d come down to make breakfast, and a world away from the reality that his men were in the other room and probably knew exactly what was happening. "How do you want to come,mi reina?" Rafael asked, his voice a groan as he dropped his lips to mine and swallowed my whimper. "Does my queen want me to drop to my knees and lick my pussy until she screams, or does she want my cock?"
"Cock," I gasped, my hips following him as he pulled his fingers out and tugged down his sweatpants to free himself. He drove inside me with a loud groan, my flesh clutching at him to keep him inside as he pulled his hips back and thrust forward rapidly until he sheathed himself fully in my pussy.
Placing his hand at my throat, he pushed me until I lay on my back. Something clattered off the other side of the island and thumped against the floor after my head brushed against it. That hand wrapped around the front of my throat, squeezing tightly until my vision blurred and all that remained were Rafael's intense eyes boring into mine. "You do not come downstairs dressed like this again," he ordered.
I nodded the little I could, resisting the urge to sputter indignantly as I struggled to breathe. My hands flew to tug at his hand, to pull him away from my throat as shadows hovered. He released me just in time for everything to rush back before unconsciousness claimed me, the world narrowing down to the space between my legs and the sensation of him driving inside me furiously. All the other nerve endings in my body felt like they disappeared, so all that remained was the place where he touched me.
He tugged me further toward the edge of the counter until my ass hung off it, only his grip at my throat and other hand at my hip keeping me stable and aloft as my body bent backward to accommodate him. "The only person who gets to talk about your cunt is me, and it ismine." Fury coated my skin as his drives turned ruthless, knocking into the deepest part of me as my legs hung limply in the air. I came around him with a scream, only the hand he used to cover my mouth preventing the shrill sound from reaching every corner of the house as my weight dropped further onto him without that hand at my throat to pin me in place.
"Fuck," he groaned, pistoning his length in and out of me until he roared his release and filled me with heat. When he pulled out and let me drop my feet to the floor, he helped support my weight until the boneless feeling faded from my limbs. Tucking me back inside my robe and covering my skin, he turned on the burners while I stared at him in confusion.
I glared at him, turning to go to the bathroom to clean up and change, but his hand on my arm stopped me. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"To change," I answered.
"You wanted to flaunt your ass in that before, now you can do it with my cum dripping down your legs," Rafael said, his cold voice accentuated with a cruel smirk. "Remember that the next time you decide to disobey me and wear something like that in front of my men,mi reina,because I will fuck you every single time just to prove who owns you."
"You're an asshole," I said, clenching my thighs together to stop the tickle that I felt between my thighs. "You don'townme. I am your fucking wife."