Page 109 of Deal with the Devil
The dual stimulation is too much.
It sends me straight into the orgasm we’ve been working toward. I’m shameless doing what Rafael told me to do, fucking myself on his cock as blissful waves wash over me.
“Look at you. Fucking gorgeous like this,” he groans, watching me ride him with wild abandon. He gropes my ass and kisses my throat.
I'm grinding and bouncing on him frantically now. My pussy muscles clench around him, shockwaves tingling inside me.
Rafael comes with me, showing how in sync we are. As I’m falling apart in his arms, he’s wrenching me down one final time on his cock. We ride out every sensation that passes through our bodies.
The deep quivers that take hold of me and the twitch and spasm of his solid muscles. Then comes the reward that’s his warm release filling me up from the inside.
I collapse forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard and slick with sweat from the intensity. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both recover from what just happened.
“That was fucking amazing,” he murmurs into my hair. “I will die with that imagery in my head—you riding my cock like that.”
“Mmm,” I agree, pressing a soft kiss to his chest, right next to his puckered scar from the gunshot wound. “I love being on top of you like this.”
“And I love you. All of you.”
I pull back to look him in the eye. “I feel the same, Rafael. I love you… every part of you. The dark and the light and I’m going to be here for both. I’m going to be by your side as we get through this.”
He understands what I’m talking about; though we’ve escaped the country and have made it so far as literal fugitives, there’s still dark times on the way.
So much for us to figure out, from his condition and whether Il Diavolo will ever make his return, to the complications with the Belluccis and his role in the crime family.
Rafael presses a kiss to my brow, his hands stroking up and down my bare back. “You have no idea how much that means, dolcezza. Having you by my side. It means I’m unstoppable. It means together we will be.”
The Italian sun warms my shoulders as Jayla and I walk along the tree-lined promenade, our footsteps echoing softly against the cobblestones. The Mediterranean breeze carries the scent of lemon trees and salt air, and for a moment, I can almost pretend we're just two sisters on vacation instead of... well, whatever we are now.
Jayla's been quiet for the past few blocks, her usual chatter replaced by worried glances in my direction. Finally, she breaks the silence.
“How's Rafael doing today? Really, I mean. Not the brave face you put on for everyone else.”
I consider lying, giving her the sanitized version I've been feeding everyone. But this is Jayla. She sees through me anyway.
“He's struggled,” I admit. “But he's fighting, Jay. He's still in there.”
She stops walking and turns to face me, her dark eyes serious. “Portia, we're literal fugitives now. The FBI, the Belluccis' enemies, God knows who else is looking for us. And we're here chasing some miracle cure that might not even exist.”
“We're not chasing anything,” I say firmly, starting to walk again. “We're in Italy to solve everything. Not just by seeing Rafael's old doctor, but to handle business with the Belluccis. To end this once and for all.”
“I know,” Jayla says, hurrying to catch up. “Which is exactly why I'm so worried.”
I study her profile as we walk. There's something different about my sister since we left Newport. A new confidence, maybe. Or perhaps it's the way her face softens whenever Adagio's name comes up.
“Jay,” I say carefully, “why did you choose to come with us? Not just me, but with Adagio too?”
Her lips quirk as if tempted to smile as she looks away. “What do you mean?”
“Is it because you're in love with him now?” I ask gently. “Because sometimes the things you do when you love someone don't make sense.”
Jayla lets out a rueful laugh, shaking her head. “Tell me about it. The things I do for my sissy.”
The words hit me right in the chest, my throat tightening with emotion. I reach over and squeeze her hand, smiling despite everything.
“I know,” I say. “And I know this is crazy, Jay. I know it seems impossible. But I trust Rafael with everything I have now. We will come out on the other side of this.”
She stops again, studying my face with those sharp eyes that have always seen too much.
