Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

A leksander

Passion.

I'd experienced it before. I'd enjoyed doing nothing more than tasting a beautiful woman, but the kiss with Raphaella was different. Was it because of our impending marriage? I doubted it. I'd made a decision to enter into an arrangement, a business contract. This was entirely different.

The desire for her was real, raw.

And forbidden.

It wasn't just about what had occurred the morning she'd become a new employee either. I could swear I was able to feel the tingling sensation in my hands from doling out the punishment what seemed like a lifetime before.

Looking at her was difficult enough, the woman's beguiling smile meant for seduction. I was angry with myself for falling prey to the entire situation, mostly because I'd been certain I could keep my distance.

At least for a little while.

Failing wasn't like me, but the previous ache was back, beating against me. Kissing her at this point was risky, mostly because of what her reaction would be.

Just the taste of her alone was enough to tip the scales, the hunger telling me in no uncertain terms I wouldn't be able to hold off feasting on her until the wedding. She was mine and I planned on taking full advantage of the electricity shared between us.

Raphaella was undulating in my hold, her wiggles forcing my cock into throbbing full attention. At first, she was hesitant, pushing her palms against me, but very slowly she began to open up like a flower, sliding her arms over my shoulders.

It was as if we were made to be together, the way our bodies molded unlike anything I ever believed possible. I knew the girl was going to be a handful. I was aware she'd push my buttons every chance she had.

A part of me was eager to see what she was capable of. However, she would need to learn that if the limited rules I'd provided weren't followed, her life could be placed in danger. Maybe I wasn't explaining strongly enough that soon she would be labeled a weakness, something that brought out every roach of an enemy to try to collect crumbs.

Or worse.

I'd learned through what had occurred with Vadim after accepting Caroline into his life that our enemies were waiting in the shadows for any chance.

But right now, I couldn't care less. She was mine. The possessive thought wasn't out of the realm of the man I'd become. I was controlling, requiring a certain level of submission, but she would need to be handled differently or our alliance would continue being strained.

As I dominated her tongue, I heard a series of sweet moans, which only enticed me more. The desire for her was only building. Forget patience. Forget waiting to allow her to become accustomed to her new life.

The possessiveness inside of me continued to grow, so much so I was tingling all over. That had also never happened. Ever. Women were supposed to be objects and nothing more. Then again, Vadim had reminded me, women were the very reason powerful men succeeded.

Maybe I'd need to thank him at some point.

The way she tried to maneuver her hand between us was thrilling and I pulled my hips away, allowing her access. But goddamn. When her lithe fingers touched my aching bulge, I drifted into being a young man again, being unable to hold back for very long.

She arched her back, pushing her stomach against mine. Every move she made was only pushing my drive into something explosive. When I finally broke the kiss, I cupped both sides of her face, keeping mine close but with enough distance to allow me to study her beautiful eyes. She was not uncertain, fearful but as with all things with her, there was a hint of excitement.

Even the way she brushed her fingers down my arms lightly like a feather kept my balls tight. I dragged my tongue around her lips, even biting down on her lower one.

Her moans escalated and she closed her eyes, her breathing delightfully ragged.

With everything we'd already been through, it was amazing there was anything but hatred. She'd changed from the sexy dress I'd seen her wearing into jeans and a top. The second outfit was much more her, highlighting her youthful appearance and her refusal to comply with her father's harsh standards.

There was no more holding back, no ability to control myself. I fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans but only briefly, my forcefulness bringing a slight laugh to her lips. I sensed she wanted to ask what I was doing but understood I was in full control.

After finally unbuttoning and unzipping, I rolled my hand under her leg, pulling it up by several inches so I could untie her tennis shoe.

"Red is your color," I said in a tone I didn't even recognize. It was laced with absolute lust, the need only building.

"Nothing better than Converse." Her laugh was nervous.

I tossed the one aside, repeating the action with her other leg, this go-around taking my time to caress her leg. Touching her was an artform and one I planned on practicing over and over again.

"What are you doing?" she finally asked.

"Providing two things. One, a taste of what happens if you don't follow the rules. More important, a better understanding of what I crave and how you're going to fulfill all my needs."

"A possessive man."

"You have no idea," I told her as I peeled the dense material over her hips. "But I assure you, my princess, that I am very good at what I do."

I could tell she was trying to figure out some kind of a retort, her eyes glassing over. Perhaps there was nothing for her to say.

Nothing that mattered anyway.

I yanked her jeans off, exposing the cutest thong in passion purple I'd ever seen. I wasn't yet ready to rip it off her body. That would come soon enough. I spun her around as I'd done before, this time lifting her onto the counter, shoving aside the few things that were in the way. As soon as I eased her onto her back, she gasped and tried to sit up immediately.

"I don't belong to you," she said in a nervous whisper, totally unlike her usual defiance.

"That's where you're wrong. I already told you that you are mine by way of contract but it's more than that." I rolled my fingers underneath her shirt. Instantly, goosebumps appeared floating across her naked skin.

She covered both eyes with her hands, her husky moans turning to groans.

Why did that please me so much?

I dared slide two fingers from one side of the thin elastic of her thong to the other. I didn't need to see her entire face to know she was blushing. Just something else to adore about her. She wasn't jaded, wasn't a typical woman of means who practiced how they'd act around a man. So many were either power hungry or longing for their version of a trophy husband. Often, the arrangement worked.

But in the short time I'd become accustomed to stepping up to the plate, my needs had changed. I wanted what Vadim had. Was it possible lightning could strike twice? Of that I wasn't certain.

One day at a time, as my mother would tell me.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, not yet rubbing. I was merely allowing the pressure to build. She could deny she wanted this all she wanted but she would be lying to herself.

Her initial gasps were ones of shock, but they quickly turned into something else altogether.

She was embarrassed, the adorable redness floating across her jaw keeping my attention rapt. There was something about her vitality that kept my cock at full attention.

When her hips started rocking, begging for more friction, I could tell I was losing control.

I continued teasing her as her body trembled, her legs flailing every few seconds. She'd wanted to seem so worldly but right now, she was highlighting her vulnerability. I had to wonder if any man had ever treated her right.

As I rubbed a single finger up and down her lace-covered crotch, she reverted back to animalistic moaning. I was enthralled with her reactions, so innocent.

So forbidden.

She was wet, so much so I was taken aback. I hadn't expected she'd become so aroused this easily. But I planned on taking full advantage of it.

"Oh, God. I'm not…"

"You're not what, princess? Hopefully, you're not a virgin."

"I might as well be," she snorted.

I'd get into the whys later. I was far too famished.

A part of the beast inside of me wanted to drive my fingers through the lace. I debated doing so for a few seconds.

I would purchase her dozens of pairs from the finest lingerie shops. I drove three fingers right through the middle before gathering her legs in my arms, forcing both to bend at the knee.

She jerked up, panting heavily, now pressing her elbows onto the counter. As I peered up, a smile crossed my face from the continued dilation of her pupils.

I'd never had this strong of a reaction before.

That only fueled the fire that much more.

She even managed to dig her heels into the counter and when I lowered my head, blowing across her luscious, plump pussy lips, I wasn't expecting her laugh. It sent a wave of tingles shooting down the back of my legs. I wasted no additional time, driving my tongue through the forced opening.

The taste was out of this world, like sweet nectar. I was ravenously hungry at this point, incapable of holding back.

The way Raphaella bucked hard pushed me into splitting her legs wider open. It didn't take long before the hole was made bigger, my needs larger than life or decency. The thought brought a smile to my face even as I used my teeth to rip away part of the material.

"You're horrible!" Her cries were short lived, her moans only escalating.

"Yes, I am." The admittance also brought a needy, evil chuckle up from my throat. I ripped more of the lace, exposing most of her pussy. She was glistening, which shouldn't catch me off guard, but it did.

I'd never been much into foreplay, but I could do this for hours. I raked my tongue up and down, sucking on her clit for a full minute or more until it was obvious she was overly sensitive. She was even kicking out her legs, still trembling from my touch.

I'd introduce her to moments of raw pleasure she'd never experienced before. Maybe I'd lost my mind, allowing my inhibitions to fall, but we were both too far gone at this point.

Feasting was an artform, ensuring a woman knew how you felt.

Or so that anyone else looking on would know she belonged to you.

In this case, so many things would happen I was looking forward to.

I closed my eyes, shifting into a slower mode. Seconds later, I couldn't seem to control my actions, ripping off her panties entirely. Finally having all her wetness exposed to me sent another shot of electricity from one of us to the other. That was easy to tell by her continued gasps.

I was nothing but some ravenous savage over the next few minutes, barely containing myself as I alternated driving into her sweetness with my tongue and fingers. The moment I flexed my long digits open, I sensed her body tensing for an entirely different reason.

While I could do this for hours, I doubted she could wait that long. She was now twisting back and forth, throwing back her arms until she was able to knock a few things from the island. She laughed, another wave of embarrassment rushing up and down the length of her body.

Much like I was allowing my tongue to do. With every drop of her sweet cream, I wanted to feast more. Harder. Faster.

Her channel was so tight, clamping around my tongue and fingers in a surprisingly viselike manner. It was obvious she was close to climaxing. For a man who remained famished, I did my best to bring her right to the edge and pull back, keeping the moment going.

"Oh, God. I can't… This is…" She kicked out her legs, hitting me in the chest.

I pushed both knees down, taking absolute control. When I snapped my fingers against her pussy lips, she jerked up for the third time. Only this time, her natural instinct was to reach out, managing to scratch my face.

The growl I issued only pushed guttural sounds from deep in her chest. "You don't own me."

Her repetitive comment was understood but she'd soon learn the truth.

There was no reason to say anything else, to push back on her statement. Actions did speak louder than words.

I tongue fucked her relentlessly, concentrating on what I was doing. So sweet. So hot.

She undulated and moaned, the combination utterly perfect. As she shifted into a level of quiet I wasn't used to, I looked up at her face.

The shimmer on her face illuminated her spirit. The way her mouth twisted allowed me to know she wasn't used to being pleasured in the least.

As her entire body tensed all over again, I buried my face into her pussy. I was quickly rewarded with an intense orgasm, the whimpers she issued unlike anything I'd heard before. Another toss of gasoline onto the fire.

Her cry rising to the rooftops included a single stifled scream and she threw her arm across her face once again. One climax wasn't enough for me and I pushed for more, rewarded only a few seconds later.

The moment she started to come down from the rapture of ecstasy, I pressed my lips against one inner thigh then the other before easing back.

Raphaella was completely rattled, still shaking all over.

I'd expected her to be speechless, uncertain what to say to me but when she suddenly jumped down from the counter, immediately cracking her hand across my face, true shock settled in.

"How dare you. You took advantage of me. A contract of slavery might have been signed between two horrible parties, but I wasn't asked. I wasn't allowed to provide my opinion and neither one of you seem to care my entire world was uprooted. I hate you, Aleksander. You may claim my body, but you'll never get any further."

The words didn't bother me but her inability to realize not only that the deal was done but the ways of mafia families was infuriating.

When she punched me in the gut before trying to run away, I'd had enough of her childish antics. I gripped both arms, tossing her stomach down over the edge of the counter.

"I've tried to be nice to you, Raphaella. I've attempted to understand what you might be feeling but this behavior can't stand. You're a smart girl. You thoroughly understand your father was given no choice. That's because he started a war in our backyard despite several warnings. I wish things could be different, but unless you'd like seeing your entire family slaughtered because of your father's work, I suggest you learn to accept you are the only person who can keep a war from ensuing. A unified front is the only way to do that."

I heard the way she sucked in her breath. Perhaps putting everything into a harsher perspective was exactly what she needed.

However, I was about to give her a strong reminder that in this case, I was trying to save hundreds of lives.

Including her own.