Page 49 of Resilient Love

He grips my hips, steadying me for a moment, and when my legs stabilise, he releases me, taking a few steps back.

We’re on the roof.

Apprehension floods my system, all other senses dulled to fear. This isnotsome fairytale where the prince shows the princess a good time, bringing her out to look far into the galaxy, waxing poetic about stars, suns, moons, and all that other sappy shit that makes me want to vomit.

No, this is the tale of a horny cow and the even hornier tosser fucking on a roof while the cow sobs because she, the poor bitch, isterrified of heights.

Rafael invades my space again. His eyes are narrowed as he reaches for me, gripping my face in his palms.

“I said you’re learning a lesson tonight, Elise, and the lesson has just begun,” he tells me with finality in his tone.

I nod my agreement, my frisky cunt getting the better of me.

“Strip for me,” he demands, and I do, my body at war with my brain as my pussy spasms at the command while my mind tells me to high-tail down those stairs and back to safety.

My hands shake slightly as I tug my shirt over my head, dropping my shorts, thong and bra one after the other, toeing out of my trainers. I refuse to take my socks off because, well, bird shit.

“Are we going to get arrested?” I’ve already been there, done that. Not one of my finer moments, unfortunately, but what’s done is done, and I’d rather not have a repeat of the situation. My father would die of embarrassment, his anger holding his soul hostage long enough for his ghost to haunt me. And then I’dneverget laid again.Sigh.

He rolls his eyes before spinning me around, one hand snaking to cup my dripping heat and the other curling over my chest. He sinks his teeth into my neck, tugging on the flesh, and I all but melt against him as goosebumps erupt all over. My flesh is chilled from the breeze.

“Just shut the hell up, Elise,” he groans, slowly pushing us closer and closer to the edge of the building.

My spine goes rigid, and my chest tightens. My nails dig into his arms the closer we get, my heels digging into the brick. I close my eyes, turning my head away, and he continues walking us forward. “Rafael, I can’t,” I whimper, my eyes burning with tears.

He stills, pulling me tighter into his chest. “Tell me to stop and this ends, but Ireallydon’t want it to,” he whispers into my ear, my tense muscles beginning to relax. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod, biting on my lip. “I need you to say it, Elise. I need you to trust me because what we’re about to do requires that.”

“Y-yes,” I say, my chin wobbling. “I trust you.”

“Good,” he grunts out, his hand leaving my chest to press along my spine in the space between my shoulder blades. He pushes me forward, and my eyes fly open, my hands scrambling in front of me, landing on the thick stone ledge.

Skyscrapers line the night sky, none close enough for anyone to see what we’re doing, but that is the least of my worries.

Myfearis toppling off the side of this godforsaken building all because I sent a snarky text message to a man with a big dick.

That would be unbelievably on brand for me, and I can’t wait to make it out alive from this so I can start to reevaluate my life choices. This branding seems outdated at best.

It’s Rafael’s finger running along my seam that brings me back to reality, a reality in which my tits are as high in the skyas the bloody pigeons, and frankly, it’s not a reality I’d like to be living in.

He snakes a hand around my throat, gripping it tightly, and I feel the tip of his cock run through my seam.

“C-condom?” I ask.

“Already have one on,” he assures me. “Now, are you ready for your lesson?”

“Not really,” I whine.

“Elise,” he groans.

“Fine, yes, I’m ready,” I snark.

He chuckles darkly behind me and then,he snaps.

This is no longer the man who was leaving his own fantasy to check in on my reality just moments ago. No,thisis a feral beast, and if Idodie out here? Well, at least you can’t say I didn’t go satiated.

His hips thrust forward, plunging his thick length into me, my knees buckling. His grip on my throat tightens as he pounds into me, clearly for his pleasure and not mine, though my pussy hasn’t gotten the memo, and I’m already spasming around him.

“You don’t ever fucking listen,” he seethes through gritted teeth, tightening his hold even further, my breath stuck somewhere behind his fingertips.

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