Page 21 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Regardless,” he said gruffly. “It doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be doing it.”

“Thanks,” Summer said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Have you actually ever let anyone fuck you for money?” Rafael demanded, his jaw clenched in frustration as the jealousy continued to gnaw at him.

Summer smirked. “You’re really fixated on the idea of me selling myself, aren’t you? What’s the matter, Rafael? Scared to tell my father that his precious son is a whore?”

Rafael imagined himself confessing such information to Garcia and winced. There was no way that conversation would end well.

“Listen,” Rafael said, trying to regain control of his emotions. “Your father is worried about you. He just wants what’s best for you.”

But instead of showing any sign of gratitude or acknowledgement, Summer seemed disinterested. He turned away and took his bucket into the bathroom.

Rafael watched Summer scrubbing the tiles, the conversation weighing on him still. He thought back to when Summer was younger, when he’d looked up to Rafael as someone to be admired. And now that admiration had been washed away.

Rafael couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing a part of himself, a part that he desperately needed to remain human. Perhaps prison had pried it loose. Perhaps he was never going to be a whole man again.

Regret unfurled in his chest. But he couldn’t change the past. The only way forward was to keep going.

El Tiburón. The shark. Keep moving or die—as it had always been.

***

Summer leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Rafael as he cooked. He was captivated by the way the muscles in Rafael’s arms flexed beneath his tattoos as he chopped vegetables and stirred the simmering pot on the stove. God, why did he have to be so confusing?

In the heat of the night, Summer had found himself lying next to an almost naked Rafael, their bodies only separated by inches. He couldn’t tell if the heat he felt was Rafael’s body or his own thoughts. In the darkness, his mind had run wild with fantasies of what Rafael might do to him if he had the chance, especially when Summer was tied down to the bed, completely at Rafael’s mercy.

Summer bit his lower lip now as he imagined Rafael rolling over and pinning him down. The thought of being so utterly powerless beneath Rafael only fueled the dark thoughts burning in him.

He took a shuddering breath, and tried his best not to think about Rafael naked.

“Something wrong?” Rafael asked, glancing over at Summer with a raised eyebrow. His voice was deep and gravelly, sparking something in Summer’s gut.

“No,” Summer replied quickly, shaking his head. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing important.” Summer lied, trying to push the erotic thoughts from his mind. He knew he shouldn’t be entertaining such fantasies, but he couldn’t help himself. The way Rafael moved, the way he spoke—everything about the man was intoxicating.

“Dinner’s ready,” Rafael said.

“Right,” Summer replied, forcing a smile and moving to sit at the table. He’d earned that privilege back by doing chores, and it felt good to sit in a chair like a person instead of kneeling on the floor like a dog.

As they ate in relative silence, Summer stole glances at Rafael, his mind still consumed by the tantalizing images that had filled it earlier. But with each stolen glance, Summer felt a twinge of guilt. He tried to remind himself that nothing good could come from these fantasies, yet his desire for Rafael refused to be ignored.

After dinner, Summer cleaned up the kitchen under Rafael’s eye, his mind still playing out the fantasies he’d been entertaining earlier. Imagined Rafael taking control of him in bed, forcing him to submit in ways he’d never experienced before.

In his mind’s eye, Summer saw himself restrained on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the four corners as Rafael loomed over him.

Rafael, he whispered in the fantasy. And in that fantasy, Rafael responded by leaning down, ghosting a hot breath over Summer’s ear before biting down gently on the lobe.

You’re mine now. Mine to control, mine to use.

Summer could practically feel Rafael’s hands gripping his hips tightly, guiding him into position as Rafael mounted him, as he was forced to take every inch of Rafael’s hard length. The phantom sensation made him shiver, arousal pooling in his gut at the thought of being so completely dominated by the man he desired more than anything.

Maybe I should make you beg for it, Rafael’s voice murmured in his mind, teasing and testing Summer’s limits. Beg me to fuck you harder, faster...until you can’t take it anymore.

Please, Summer would gasp, struggling against his bindings, feeling the delicious friction of Rafael moving inside him. Please, Rafael...

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