Page 30 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Tell me what you want,” Rafael demanded, his voice thick with lust. He quickened his pace, his hand gliding smoothly over Summer’s slick cock as he watched Summer’s face contort with pleasure.

“Te necesito...I need to come,” Summer panted, his eyes wide and pleading.

“Then do it,” Rafael commanded, his grip tightening as he jerked Summer off with purpose, driving him toward the edge with relentless determination.

Summer’s body tensed, his fingers digging into Rafael’s as he let out a guttural cry. Spurts of semen spilled onto the bed, covering Rafael’s hand. The sound of Summer’s desperate, almost broken moans filled the room, and Rafael shake and shake.

Ah, it felt exquisite.

“Rafael...” Summer whispered.

“I’m here,” Rafael told him, still holding his hand tight.

Summer’s body went limp against Rafael’s as the tension drained from his muscles. Rafael glanced down at his hand, sticky with Summer’s release, and with a smirk, he wiped it gently across Summer’s taut stomach.

Summer gasped in protest. “Asshole,” he murmured, but his smile was genuine. Rafael leaned in to press a soft kiss to Summer’s jaw, feeling the heat radiating from his flushed skin.

With a tender touch, Rafael helped Summer out of his jeans and then used his towel to clean up the remaining traces of Summer’s orgasm, much to Summer’s amusement. Then he pulled up the covers, pressing his naked body to Summer’s back. It felt precious, magical, like something that couldn’t possibly exist in the real world.

He was acutely aware of every rise and fall of Summer’s chest, every hitched breath that escaped his lips. The warmth of Summer’s body pressed against his own made Rafael feel more alive than he has in years. This was madness, but he liked it. He liked it so much.

“Rafael,” Summer whispered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “What if you just...let me go? What if we don’t go back to Colombia?”

Rafael’s heart clenched at the question, torn between his loyalty to the cartel and the desire to protect Summer, to keep him safe and far away from the brutal life he’d been born into. But he knew deep down that there was no escaping their fate, no matter how much he might wish otherwise.

“If I don’t take you back to your father, he’ll kill me,” Rafael said matter-of-factly. It was an inescapable reality that loomed over them both like a storm cloud.

“We can find a way,” Summer insisted, but Rafael could hear the fear in it. Summer knew the truth even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He pulled Summer closer, trying to offer what little comfort he could. Or perhaps he was the one in need of comfort. “There is none. If I don’t take you back, I’m a dead man.”

Rafael said it, and he felt Summer shudder in his arms. But it was only the truth. Rafael kissed Summer’s shoulder, pulling the sheet up high to make a private space, but he knew that there were only two endings here. Home, for Summer. Or death, for Rafael.

And for the two of them, together? Nothing at all.

Chapter Twelve

Summer was losing his mind. The apartment felt claustrophobic, trapping him in close proximity to Rafael, who had...last night, he had...

God. The things Rafael had done. And now, Summer was being punished.

Every time Rafael moved, Summer’s eyes would linger on the exposed skin of his open collar, revealing his strong throat, the rolled-up sleeves that showcased his muscular forearms. His pulse leaped at the mere sight of Rafael’s body, the memory of last night burning through his thoughts.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me,” Rafael asked with a smirk. “Or you do you need me to give you chores?”

“No,” Summer huffed, trying to pretend as though he wasn’t affected by Rafael’s presence. He attempted to go about his day as normal, picking up around the apartment. But his mind was consumed by the sexual encounters they’d shared and the undeniable attraction he held for Rafael.

He reminded himself that Rafael had admitted to being attracted to men, and most importantly, to Summer himself. As Summer dusted the shelves, he wondered what kind of struggles Rafael must have faced with his desires while being a member of Los Hermanos. Who were the other men Rafael had been with? What did they look like? What had they done together?

“You’re daydreaming,” Rafael said, startling Summer from his thoughts. “Thinking about boys?”

“No,” Summer mumbled, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the vivid memories of the night before. He could still taste the salty tang of Rafael’s cock on his tongue as he’d sucked him off for the first time. The very thought sent shivers over his skin, and he felt his own cock twitch in response.

Fuck. Summer tried to focus on anything else. But it was impossible; all he could think about was how Rafael had jerked him off in bed, their bodies pressed together in the dark. The roughness of Rafael’s hand around his shaft, the heat of his skin against Summer’s...It was enough to make Summer feel giddy.

But alongside the physical desire, there were also emotional responses that Summer couldn’t ignore. He felt anxious and slutty for having offered himself up like that, even though the experience itself had been mind-blowing. Summer found his tender emotions for Rafael taking over at times, especially when he recalled how gently Rafael had touched him in bed. The way Rafael had kissed his neck made Summer’s heart ache with longing. But he also feared that, for Rafael, these moments meant nothing more than an outlet for pent-up desires.

Also, was it his imagination, or had Rafael relaxed since yesterday? He certainly seemed more inclined to tease than grumble.

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