Lorraine Lebedev

"My mother died in my arms."

Raphaël did not react whatsoever which made me happy because I did not want his sympathy, I just wanted his help.

"When?" he asked, his attention focused on me. "On my birthday." I uttered.

His eyes softened as he looked into my eyes. His eyes spoke to me as if he understood what I'm feeling.

"You want my help to find the person who was behind your mothers death?" He trailed off.

I pressed my lips together tugging on the bed sheets. Replying with a nod. "Are you ready?" he asked.

I did not know what he meant by his question but personally I knew I was ready and I wanted blood.

Raphaël caught me by surprise when he pulled me onto his lap. I pushed my brows together. "You are still wounded. I will hurt you." I said.

He stroked my right cheek. "You've changed the last time I saw you. You are more - determined to do what you want and hurt." he whispered leaving me speechless.

"How was I the last time you saw me?" I asked curiously. "You wanted to kill me." he pointed out, his expression darkened. "I wanted to kill you because I hate you." I let out.

I did not exactly hate him nor like him. I am just confused and slightly attracted to him. He also gets on my nerves.

He dangerously lifts a brow.

"You hate me?"

I tilted my head to the side, I don't know what it is but suddenly the atmosphere shifted.

"More than anything."

Raphaël grinned in amusement.

He pulled me closer towards him, I gasped when I felt something hard poking between my legs.

I've realized that Raphael's and I relationship-situationship is very complicated and not normal.

We are two opposite people yet so similar in a way.

His very distance when it comes to the emotions and vulnerability breaking down your walls for someone, he pushes them away protecting his heart like a treasure full of gold but with physical contact his on top of the list. He touches you physically but will not allow you to touch up his heart.

I on the other hand, I am very inexperienced with physical touch weather with sex, hugging or kissing. I'm at the bottom of the list and emotionally I will put my heart out for you. It might be hard to trust the other person but I always find a way if I'm curtained where you stand in my life.

He is more physical than emotional. I am more emotional than physical.

"If you hate me so much, why did you take me with you?"

Rolling my eyes took a deep breath. "You are the only person that can help me." I answered truthfully. "What if I don't want to help you? What if I want to kill you..." he teased.

"Hmm..." I trailed off.

Reaching over the night stand, I pulled the drawer open and took out my knife then handed it to him.

"Do it."

"Kill me."

He watched me close as he caressed the body of the knife with his thumb.

Flipping the weapon around the sharp part faced me, he trailed it in between my chest and stopped when he reached the edge of my black lace nightgown, the strips decorated into tiny patterns.

"How many times have I said I wanted to kill you, but didn't." he whispered his eyes gazing down at the sharp knife pressing into my flesh.

"A lot." I answered, biting down on my lower lip. "Do you ever why, I don't do it..." he trailed off, his voice coming out low. I bob my head slightly. "I don't do it because I couldn't bring myself to note that it's better for you to be alive then dead for me but also you're like a sweet temptation to me. I want to ruin your innocence. I want to be the man that corrupted you. No one else."

He leaned in closer to my ear. "I want to ruin you, red." his voice shaking with desire when he kisses my neck,

We look one another in the eye and I can tell he's missed my touch as much as I've missed his. I lift my hand to his face and stare into his dark eyes. "I want you to ruin me."

Know it's the worst timing to have sex, but at this point I do not care. I want to distract my mind from all shit that happened in the last week. I just want to feel something good and not force it for once. Raphael is the perfect distraction for me.

His eyes darkened, a storm of lust flashing in his hazel eyes.

Without warning he pressed his lips onto mine, the knife still pressed between my chest as we kissed, tongues teasing into each other's mouths, tasting softly. If this is the moment, I'll take it. I made a decision right here, right now—I will stay for as long as he needs me. He's more important to me than anyone else, especially a domineering Italian don.

his cock is so hard against my hip and I need him so bad. He can tell when I moan into his mouth as he pushes a hand into my hair.

"Let's find out how much I can ruin you red."

The sound of a fabric viciously ripping apart pulled me out of my trans. I pulled back my eyes widened when I saw that he ripped my nightgown apart with the knife, my breast exposed for him to admire.

I was about to yell at him but he smirks then immediately takes one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on my nipple like a child.

My back arched, as my body slowly grinds on his dick. The only thing separate from having skin to skin was our underwear.

He lifts my nightgown and slowly peels it out of my body, leaving me in my wet panties. He knows how aroused I am, just by the scent of me, and a breath catches in his throat.

I tug on his soft hair as he sucked on me.

I whine when he pulls back and he slightly chuckles. Without wasting any time he flips us over, his half naked body hovering over mine. He cupped my pussy and smirked dangerously.

"Hmm, I haven't even touched you and you are already wet for me? I guess you aren't that much of a good girl." he teased.

I pushed my lower body forward impatiently waiting for him to touch me.

He wastes no time kissing my inner thighs, slipping my panties off as it hangs around my ankles, at the same time sliding a finger along my seam and teasing out my folds. I am already as wet as can be and he looks feral as he slides his fingers inside my body. I could come any second. I've been horny ever since he pulled me onto his thick thighs . Just the thought of him unwrapping me has had me constantly aroused, nipples stiff, belly throbbing at the thought of his gorgeous cock being inside me.

I was frightened but at the same time excited and horny.

Raphaël starts to plunge his fingers in and out of my pussy, my walls tensing, on the cusp... when he stops, because he knows I will shatter if he's not careful.

Then? That intense burst—he takes my legs and nudges them together, before lifting them high, pushing back so that my thighs frame the neat cup of my pussy and ass. More deep, long tongue strokes, until I can no longer place exactly where they are, I just know that the whole of me twitches and yearns for more. Cunt, ass, clit, labia—it's like he's everywhere all at once. That's what I mean by intensity.

"You are gorgeous red." he whispered, my moans coming out shaky and soft. We both enjoy that burning agony of anticipation and need our bodies craved for each other.

I don't need to use words to tell him—as soon as I shift position he knows: it's time to switch it up. He lies back down on the bed, his long legs end at the edge of the bed as his cock throbbed against his boxer briefs.

His hands behind his head as he watched me carefully, I slid down his briefs and let his 6 inch thick long cock spring out.

My eyes widened, I looked at him and back the meat between his legs.

Just how much Raphael must have ached when the blood pulsed into his erection only to be trapped inside the prison of his briefs.

I like to make a meal of that very first stroke. This will be my second time sucking a guy's dick. The first time I did was when I was sixteen, I was sent to camp for the summer while my parents were out of town.

Not licking at the tip or slowly enveloping the whole thing inch by inch with wet lips, but I opened my mouth good and wide and got my head as far down to the base as possible before I closed it. So all of his cock is inside before he gets the sensation of a damp, flickering tongue. He shudders, and I adore that. I feel so powerful doing this—holding his pleasure in the palms of my hands, and my mouth, and manipulating, nudging, sucking him to a fervent crescendo. His cock is so satisfying. The head, so sensitive. I follow up that first stroke with some quicker, shorter ones—lots of kissing and moistness all focused on the cluster of nerve endings that sit beneath the ridge of the head. I get my hands in too, more spit for lube, and I'm in the zone now, stroking and sucking faster and faster as he lets out these thrilling grunts and moans to urge me on.

"Fuck, red." he groaned, his hands tugged on my hair as I sucked the life out of him.

His cock twitched in my mouth, signaling that he was close, I pulled back, my spit dripping out of my mouth as I innocently looked at him.

His head shot up, annoyance and amusement swirled in his eyes.

With quick motion he filled us over again, his body towering over me. Lifting my right leg, he slammed into me causing me to scream my back arching.

tears , sting the corner of my eyes as I adjusted to the pain and his length inside of me.

He kissed my tears away and slipped his arm around my waist and slowly thrusted into me.

His lips met mine, kissing me with hunger as he fucked me slow. It was uncomfortable at first but soon the pain was durable and the pleasurable feeling started to build up.

"You feel so good around my cock." he groans. "So fucking good, red."

I moan against his ear as my nails ding into his back, trailing down till I cupped his ass.

It felt good, and painful.

Which I enjoyed horrendously.

He whispers sweet words to me as he fucked me. I feel my walls tighten around his length.

"Raphael." I warned. "I know baby." he moaned, thrusting into me, harder, deeper, faster.

My legs tremble in pleasure when the build up explodes, fire igniting under my skin. My back arches, body trembling, breathing heavy and pussy throbbing as the glorious waves of pleasure travels through my body.

Sweat trickles down my back, my eyes rolled back and lips parted allowing the sensual feeling to pass me like a calming river.

I bite down on my lower lip, my eyes tightly shut while my body twitches in pleasure. I feel something break loose in him, not just in how his breathing picks up, but also in the way he starts moving more harshly, fucking me deeper, less rhythm, more need. With one arm wrapped underneath me, he squeezes my breast to the point of pain and with his other hand, he rubs my clit every so often, teasing me but mostly using me for his own pleasure. "Fuckkk." he groans, biting down on my shoulder.

We stayed in that position for a while as we gathered our thoughts. He slips out of me and rolls his body off me.

He looked at my legs and back at me, curious I lifted myself up and my eyes widened when I saw blood.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's normal red." he told me before pushing himself off the bed. Heat crept to my cheeks and I looked away causing him to chuckle.

"Come on, let's clean you up." he whispered with his hand drawn out.

I stared at it for a while then took it, standing to my feet I hissed and almost lost my balance but he caught me.

I looked up at him curiously, why do I feel sore?

"It will wear off in a couple of days." he said, his lips curling up into a grin. My chest tightened, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Couple of days?" I whined. He shrugged then picked me up bridal style. "We will see." he said teasingly, walking us over to the bathroom.

"I keep my word red, I did warn I will ruin you. This is nothing compared to what I have instore for you..." he paused and met my eyes. "There is so much you will learn from me. I'm going to corrupt that innocent mind of yours."

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