Page 23 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Enough!” Rafael roared, his patience finally snapping. He slammed the plate down onto the counter with such force that it shattered. Summer flinched. His heart raced as he took in the ferocity etched across Rafael’s face.

“Listen to me,” Rafael growled, closing the distance between them until they were mere inches apart. “You are going back to Colombia, whether you like it or not. And I will make sure you learn how to be a good, obedient son for Garcia before we return.”

Summer stared into those dark, angry eyes and felt a shiver run over him. He felt trapped by the sheer power and dominance that seemed to emanate from Rafael. But Summer refused to let fear take hold of him. He would not be broken by this man, or anyone else, for that matter.

“Fuck you, Rafael,” he spat, green eyes blazing with determination. “I don’t care what you do to me. I will never, ever be the obedient son my father wants me to be.”

Rafael’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, Summer thought he might strike him. But instead, Rafael let out a low, dangerous laugh that sent chills down Summer’s back.

“Is that so?” he asked softly, the threat in his voice unmistakable. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

Chapter Nine

Rafael’s jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides as he stared down at Summer. The insubordination in the boy’s eyes dragged something in him to the surface, fueling both his anger and an undeniable attraction. Summer stood defiantly, his silky, auburn hair cascading over his shoulders, framing those vivid green eyes that seemed to challenge Rafael with every glance.

“Listen to me,” Rafael growled, struggling to keep his voice steady. “You’ve got one last chance to behave yourself, or I’ll make your life hell.” He raised a clenched fist in warning. “Understand?”

The tension in the apartment was thick, suffocating even, as the late afternoon sun burned through the open windows. A sluggish breeze did little to alleviate the heat, but it was nothing compared to the hot intensity between them. Rafael’s orders from Garcia were clear: make Summer behave, by any means necessary. Yet, the young man’s fiery independence made the task all the more challenging.

And somehow appealing.

“Ha!” Summer scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re all talk, Rafael.”

The insolence in Summer’s voice pushed Rafael closer to the edge, his frustration mingling with the strange desire that threatened to consume him. He couldn’t help but find Summer more interesting when he was being such a stubborn little shit. But he had a job to do, and that meant keeping his more selfish thoughts in check.

“Is that really what you think?” Rafael replied, the words coming out low and dangerous. “I’m warning you, Summer. Don’t test me.”

Summer’s lips curled into a tantalizing smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. It was a challenge that Rafael knew he couldn’t back down from. Little did Summer know, however, just how close he was to crossing the line.

“Prove it,” Summer dared, curling his lip in disdain.

Rafael’s patience snapped like a frayed rope, and with a fierce growl, he lunged for Summer. He caught Summer’s slender wrists, yanking him off balance. Panic flared in those vivid green eyes, and a shocked cry escaped Summer’s lips as he fought to break free. Rafael refused to release him.

“Let go of me, you bastard!” Summer shrieked, twisting and thrashing in Rafael’s iron grip. But despite his best efforts, Rafael’s strength was simply too much.

He dragged Summer across the floor like a disobedient pet, full of satisfaction that he was finally doing something about all this attitude. Summer’s breath came in heaving gasps, his wild eyes wide with shock and indignation.

“Enough,” Rafael growled as he dropped onto the couch, forcing Summer chest-first over his knee. He could feel the heat of Summer’s body pressed against his thigh, and the intimate position sent a jolt of arousal through him. This wasn’t just about discipline anymore; it was about indulging in the intoxicating rush of domination.

“Get your filthy hands off me,” Summer spat, his voice shaking with a blend of anger and fear. “I’m not some toy for you to play with!”

But Rafael couldn’t deny the thoughts that came over him, the urge to break this beautiful, defiant creature. He knew he shouldn’t cross that line, but the temptation was overwhelming. And so, as he held Summer down, feeling the shudders that wracked the boy’s body, Rafael allowed himself to entertain the dark fantasies that teased at him.

“Is this what you wanted, Veranito?” Rafael taunted as he pinned his victim over his knee with one arm. “You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you?”

“Fuck you,” Summer snarled. “I told you that’s not my name anymore.” But there was a tremor of fear and uncertainty in his voice Rafael found satisfying.

“Such a mouth on you,” Rafael smirked, tightening his grip. He could feel the tension radiating off Summer’s body, every muscle taut and ready for a fight. But it was clear who held the power in this situation, and Rafael intended to make sure Summer understood that as well.

“Rafael, don’t you dare—” Summer’s protest was cut short as Rafael brought his hand down hard on Summer’s ass, eliciting a yelp of pain and surprise from him. The sound made Rafael’s pulse quicken, his cock stiffening at the unexpected pleasure of making Summer squirm.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t follow through?” Rafael asked with dark amusement. He could feel the resistance still thrumming through Summer’s body. It made Summer even more irresistible, and Rafael was compelled to take advantage of the situation.

“Get off me!” Summer cried out, his hands instinctively reaching back to protect himself from another blow. But Rafael was too fast, grabbing Summer’s wrists and twisting them behind his back with ease. The sudden, sharp movement forced a gasp from Summer’s lips, and Rafael felt a surge of triumph course through him.

“Hold still,” he ordered, emphasizing his dominance by pressing his forearm against Summer’s back, making it even more difficult for him to move. “This is what happens when you don’t know your place.”

As Rafael held Summer in place, he wondered how far he could push the boy before his stubbornness would crack completely. The line between control and something darker blurred as he stared down at the helpless figure beneath him, and Rafael wondered to what lengths he would go to have dominance over his charge.

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