Page 34 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“Greedy boy.” Rafael smirked, obliging him by pounding into him. He reveled in the ragged gasps and pleas that tumbled from Summer’s lips, the way his body trembled beneath him, completely under his control. It was intoxicating, addictive, and utterly terrifying.

Later, as they lay tangled together in the dark, the scent of sex and sweat still lingering in the air, Rafael found himself unable to shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in his chest. He knew that it was only a matter of time before they would have to face the consequences of their actions.

“Rafael?” Summer murmured sleepily, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Rafael’s chest. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Rafael lied, forcing a smile onto his face. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Nothing important.” Rafael brushed off, not wanting to make his fears real by speaking them aloud. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay.” Summer yawned, snuggling closer against Rafael’s side. “Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” Rafael echoed, pressing a kiss to the top of Summer’s head. As he lay there, listening to the sound of Summer’s steady breathing, Rafael tried to convince himself that when the time came to return to Colombia, he would be able to walk away from this without looking back.

But as he closed his eyes, all he could see was Summer—his green eyes shining with unshed tears, lips red from biting back cries of pleasure—and Rafael knew, deep down, that losing him would hurt more than any bullet.

The days blended together, the sameness of them punctuated by heady nights. On one particular morning, Rafael sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee while he watched Summer eat with gusto.

“You’ve been very well-behaved lately,” Rafael commented, unable to keep the hint of approval out of his voice.

Summer looked up from his plate, his vivid green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can’t help it if your brand of discipline is so effective.” He licked his lips seductively, clearly trying to get a rise out of Rafael.

Rafael chuckled. “Watch yourself,” he said, waggling a finger at him. Summer smirked but said nothing more, returning to his meal.

Finishing his coffee, Rafael stood up. “We’re running low on groceries. I’m going shopping. Can I trust you to behave while I’m gone or do I need to tie you up?” he asked.

“You can trust me,” Summer replied, the picture of innocence. “I promise to be good.”

Rafael hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of leaving Summer alone and unbound in the apartment. Against his better judgment, he decided to take a leap of faith. This would be a test, he told himself, a test of both Summer’s loyalty and his own ability to trust.

“All right,” he conceded, reaching for his wallet. “But I’ll be locking the door behind me. Just in case.”

Summer smiled sweetly. “Claro.”

With one last lingering glance, Rafael locked the door and headed down the stairs. He tried to ignore the anxiety roiling in the pit of his stomach. He trusted Summer, didn’t he? Or at least, he wanted to. He needed to believe that this fragile thing between them could withstand a small test of independence.

Taking a deep breath, Rafael told himself it would be fine. He would return with groceries, and everything would be exactly as he left it.

“Trust,” he murmured, the word both a command and a prayer. “I trust him.”

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The sound of the door locking echoed through the apartment, leaving Summer alone with his thoughts. He glanced towards the dirty dishes piled next to the sink and sighed, rolling up his sleeves. As he methodically scrubbed and rinsed each plate and glass, his mind wandered.

What must his friends think of him, since he’d been silent for so long? Did they really believe he was still ‘out of town’?

“Maybe I could just check my messages,” Summer mused, biting his lip as he considered the risk. “It’s not like I’d be doing anything wrong, right? He wouldn’t even have to know.”

The temptation teased at him, growing stronger with each passing moment until finally, he relented. With a determined nod, Summer dried his hands and began his search for the phone Rafael had taken from him on the first day.

He started by scanning the living room, lifting cushions and peeking beneath the heavy curtains, but there was no sign of the phone. Frustration mounting, Summer moved on to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers and cupboards, even checking behind the refrigerator—but still, nothing.

“Where the fuck did he put it?” Summer muttered, gritting his teeth as he continued his hunt. He ventured into the bathroom, scouring every cabinet and drawer, only to come up empty-handed every time.

Finally, he entered the bedroom they shared, desperation driving him to search every corner. The phone remained elusive, hidden away like a precious secret. As he lifted pillows and rifled through drawers, Summer couldn’t help but think of Rafael and the things they had done in this room.

Ugh, he thought. Stop thinking about him and find your damn phone!

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