Page 11 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

Summer could hardly breathe, his pulse leaping as the full impact of Rafael’s words hit him. Images began to flood his mind, each one more terrifying and cruel than the last. He imagined himself bound and gagged, helpless under Rafael’s strong hands, or strung up by his wrists, his body aching from a brutal beating.

The images ought to frighten him more, but there was in them something dark and arousing.

“Veranito.” Rafael’s voice was like a whip, cutting through Summer’s thoughts. “You look scared,” he continued, the dark pleasure in his tone making Summer shiver. “Good. You should be.”

“Fuck you, Rafael,” Summer managed to choke out, even as fear constricted his throat. The idea that his father had given this man permission to hurt him, to break him, made his blood run cold. “I just want to be left alone.”

“Ah, but you see, Verano, it’s not about what you want. It’s about what your father wants,” Rafael said, his grin wicked and predatory. “And right now, it seems he wants you right here, under my control.”

Summer stared at him, horror dawning in his eyes as he realized the extent of his confinement. His own apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. He was trapped, held captive by the man who had haunted his fantasies for years.

“Welcome home, Veranito.” Rafael’s chuckle was low, but it echoed in Summer’s ears, making his heart race with more than terror. “I hope you’re comfortable.”

Summer pressed his lips together, furious but determined. He would have to find a way to fight back, to reclaim his freedom...and maybe, just maybe, turn the tables on the dangerous man who held him captive.

You may think you have me now, he thought angrily. But I won’t give up without a fight.

Chapter Five

Rafael locked the door, his fingers firm as he turned the key. He took a deep breath to maintain his composure, but the air sizzled with tension. He could feel a pull of attraction toward Verano, like an invisible force wrapped around his chest. Rafael swallowed hard, reminding himself that this beautiful creature in front of him was off-limits.

Verano stood by the window, sunlight streaming in and casting a warm glow on his smooth, golden skin. His auburn hair fell in silky waves down his back, and it shimmered as if each strand had been spun from dark rubies. For a moment, Rafael allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to wrap that lustrous hair around his fist, to hold Verano captive by the tresses as he bent him to his will.

Rafael shook his head sharply, cursing himself for even considering such thoughts. This was his boss’s son, untouchable as the sun itself, and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He cleared his throat. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” Verano’s eyes were light, with shockingly black lashes. Rafael looked into them and told himself he was ice.

“About you, and the danger you’re putting yourself in,” Rafael said.

“Sounds boring,” Verano pouted, but there was a glint in his eyes that hinted he knew exactly the effect he was having on Rafael. “But go ahead and try to convince me.”

“Listen,” Rafael began, his voice low and steady, despite the whirlwind of desire threatening to consume him. “You need to understand that there are consequences for your actions. The world we live in is unforgiving, and if you don’t learn to play by its rules, you’ll be swallowed up and spit out.”

“Maybe I’m not interested in playing by the rules,” Verano countered, stepping closer to Rafael. “Maybe I want to make my own rules.”

“Then you’re a damn fool, Veranito” Rafael growled, trying to maintain his composure.

“Actually, it’s Summer now,” the boy retorted.

“Summer?” Rafael raised his eyebrows, surprised and a little put off by it. “Why?”

“Because I feel like it,” Summer shot back, crossing his arms over his chest. “‘Veranito’,” he scoffed. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

Rafael couldn’t deny the truth in that. ‘Summer’ was now a sexy armful of young man, with sinful eyes and a pouting mouth that seemed to demand attention.

As his gaze lingered on those lips, Rafael noticed the sheen of gloss that made them look even more tempting. He couldn’t help imagining how they would feel wrapped around his cock.

Did other men think this when they looked at him? His jeans looked like they’d been sprayed on. Other men probably imagine pushing those thighs apart, he thought, agitated.

“So you only do what you feel like. And is this what you want? To parade yourself around like this, letting men in the street see you like some piece of meat?” Rafael spat out, anger boiling up inside him as he imagined the lustful gazes directed at Summer.

“What?” Summer seemed surprised.

“Dressed like that,” Rafael snapped.

Summer’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, fuck you. I can do whatever I want with my body. It’s none of your damn business.”

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