Page 27 of Wicked Mistletoe

Then it hits. My fingers tangle deeper in his hair, and my mouth opens in a silent scream before his name bursts out, loud and ragged. “Rafael!” My vision blurs to white, and all I can hear is a drum in my ears. Holy shit, I’m going to break. Pleasuredetonates within me, each burst harder than the last. My knees buckle, and light flashes behind my closed lids.

Before I can crumble, he grabs me, grunting as I sprawl over his body, pushing him to the floor. His arms tighten on my waist for a moment, his hard cock pressing into my belly. But then, with this controlled strength, he flips me gently onto my back. The cool tile against my heated skin only heightens my pleasure as he crawls down to settle between my thighs again.

One hand snakes up my belly to knead my breast, twirling and twisting my nipple as he sucks my clit. I writhe beneath him, my back arching sharply off the floor as I moan. He tightens his suction on my clit and thrusts his fingers inside me again, rubbing insistently on my G-spot, and it feels so good I can barely breathe. Each stroke sends aftershocks through me, my body still quaking.

I shove my hands into my hair, screaming his name, my soul bursting out of my body, soaring to dizzying heights as the pleasure slams into me a second time.I can’t even—it’s too much, too intense, but I don’t want him to stop. He’s still there, massaging my breast, fingers deep inside me as he laps up my cum, stretching out my orgasm until I’m shaking, completely spent. By the time I open my eyes, I’m floating, the room spinning pleasantly around me, my pulse a hard thrum in my throat.

Rafael takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and carefully cleans me up. It almost makes me laugh.How is he so calm right now?When he’s done, he pulls my panties and slacks up my legs while I’m still trying to remember how to move.

“So, as I was saying before I got… distracted,” he starts as he picks me up like a ragdoll and pulls me into him.

I give him a questioning look, having no idea what the hell he’s talking about.

“My idea to help you with your nightmares,” he elaborates, and I can only blink at him some more. He chuckles. “Did I put you in a coma?”

“As if,” I murmur hoarsely, shoving his chest weakly, earning another chuckle.

He smirks, his eyes glistening playfully as he glances down at me. “Do you want to hear my idea or not?”

I wave at him to go ahead, and he continues, “I want to reenact that night with you. You know me, you trust me, and you give me your consent. But we’ll pretend none of those things are true.”

I study him thoughtfully, trying to process his words, but the only thing registering in my post-orgasmic haze is that he wants to have sex with me.

Maybe if I hadn’t just come so hard my brain fizzled out, I might be reacting differently. But right now, my brain ismush, and all I know is that anything sexual with him will be mind-blowing, even if he’s suggesting… what exactly? Consensual non–consensual intercourse?

And damn him, Idotrust him. More than I have any right to.

“Why would you want to do that?” I ask quietly, a small part of me still lucid enough to question him.

He shrugs, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his chest. My eyes zero in, heat blooming inside me when I realize he’s unconsciously touching that particular spot. It’s where the scar is. The scar he got when he saved me. But there’s something else…

“Because I can’t stand seeing you in pain, tormented by nightmares from that night. I’ve already dealt with those bastards, but I can’t punish them for still invading your sleep. So, I’m willing to try anything I can to help you move past it. Plus, it will be hot as hell.” He flashes a roguish grin as he addsthat last part, and I can’t help but smile a little. Rafael has always had that effect on me.

“Alright,” I say, my gaze still fixed on the hand rubbing over his chest. That singular action, more than his words, convinces me.

I might not know much about his life now, but I know this: Rafael will never hurt me. I know that as surely as I know how to breathe. And as I agree, heat spreads through my body, concentrating between my legs—as if I didn’t just almost faint from how hard he already made me cum.

His lips quirk up, “Yeah?”

I nod wordlessly. I’m not entirely sure his plan will work, but the more I think about it, the hotter I get. I’ve never thought about a rape kink before, and if someone else had suggested it, I’d be out of the door faster than you can say ‘hell no’. But Rafael isn’t just anyone.

If I’m being honest with myself—which I’m not—I’d realize that Rafael has the power to convince me to do just about anything. Instead, I tell myself I’m only agreeing because I know he’ll make it pleasurable for me. And hey, if I get a night or two without my usual nightmares, that’s just a bonus, right?

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Thatta girl.”

With that, Rafael lifts me from his lap, and I feel a mix of disappointment and surprise as he arranges me on the cool, hard floor. What’s he up to?

He gets up, and my eyes follow him as he reaches for a wrapped gift box from one of the shelves and offers it to me.

Where the hell did that come from?

“What’s this?” I frown as I accept it.

“A gift. Open it when you’re alone. I’ll be in touch.” He tilts his head towards the door, and my heart sinks a little. Wait, he’s leaving already?

My lips part in surprise. “Oh. What about—what about—” I trail off, too chicken to say it out loud, but he gets what I mean.

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