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“Stand up,” he abruptly orders me.
“What?” I frown at him. But he just tilts his head toward the end of the table. I pucker my lips and do as hecommanded.Dragging myself begrudgingly out of the booth, and then waiting for him to do the same with my foot tapping the floor.
As soon as he’s on his feet,Raph grabs my nape and guides me unceremoniously toward a pink door that says toilet. He pushes me inside, toward the opposite wall, and spins me. His hands catch his weight on the wall near my head where he cages me with his body.
“I like you jealous, you know.”
I scoff at his growly voice, turning my head to the side and ignoring my traitorous, plumping cock.
“All feisty and supercilious. You make me so fucking hard, babe.” And he grinds the very stiff proof of that on my belly, making my legs tremble.
I fist my hands at the side of my body and focus on my irritation. “You steered me like a puppet without taking my feelings into account, Raphael. And for what? Your entertainment?”
My heart thuds inside my chest, and when I look at him, I feel that nervous current going down my body whenever something important is about to happen.
“Fuck, no. Michael, people in the elite world are mostly entitled, spoiled brats who think they can act as they please because of their money and power. I have to be part of that world at times, and being as I am, I fit right in. But I need you with me. And even though I’ll fucking torture anybody who dares disrespect you, you’ll probably find yourself alone with those people sometimes. I want you to be ready.”
The firm resolve in his voice floors me. As does the softness filling his eyes. Damn. I’m such an idiot. In a very torturous way, he was trying to protect me once again. I guess I need to get used to his intricate methods.
“I’m sorry. I was so happy about going on a date with you that, when it didn’t turn out as I hoped, I just…” My fists unclench and I sigh. “I’ll just need to remember to sharpen my claws before going out, then.” I give him a small smile.
“You mean your tusks, piglet. And the date has barely started.” He leans closer, so close I can see the gold flecks gleaming inside his green eyes. My breath catches in my lungs, and he explores my parted lips with a claiming kiss. I tilt my head to the side to give his tongue more space to explore inside my mouth. I want him to touch and own every part of me, every hole, niche, and inch of my body.
When we need air, he moves his lips to my neck. “God, your skin… so fucking creamy and pale. I can see every single vein painted on your body. Feel the blood pulsing underneath.”
I moan at his adoring tone. His rigid shaft is stroking against mine, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids.
“The way your plush lips skimmed over the cocktail glass as you took a dainty, angry sip…” he snarls, staring at my swollen mouth. “All I could think about was finding a much better use for them.”
His words make my dick leak profusely, and my pulse beats like a drum at a metal concert.
“Yes!” I moan, ready to fall on my knees. But his hand around my neck stops me.
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He takes something from his jacket before taking it off and tossing it on the wooden chair near the pink marble sink. He opens his palm and unfolds the blade from the small pocketknife he’s holding.
“Roll up one sleeve. I need to see.” My cuts. He needs to see them so he can slice his skin in the exact same spot. A wave of emotion threatens to overwhelm me and tears well in my eyes. How could I have doubted him? When he keeps showing me how much he cares? How much he understands and accepts me.
I do as he says, and when I see the red line appear under the blade on his outer forearm, a tingling sensation engulfs me. My lips quiver with desire, and my tongue feels restless inside my mouth. Blood. I can almost smell the iron scent in the air and taste Raph’s sweet, metallic tang.
Why do I crave it? It’s still a mystery to me, but I don’t care anymore. I’m learning to just be. And it feels fucking amazing. It makes me more real, more whole. By being true to what I like, I don’t feel shame anymore. And it’s thanks to Raph.
Then Raph does something that sets me nearly on fire. He spits on his right hand and lets a few drops of blood from his left arm fall on the palm. He opens his jeans just enough to let his perfectly shaped cock free before wrapping it with the hand covered in saliva and blood.
His darkened eyes are zeroed in on me, but I’m hypnotized by the slow up-and-down movements of his hand. Without realizing it, I’ve dropped on my knees. My fingers are trailing up his jean-clad legs, stopping on the underside of his cock. I push the waistband of his briefs further down and put his balls on full display.
While he’s still leisurely rubbing his dick, I tilt my head to the left and fill my mouth with one heavy cum sack. It tastes delicious, like soap and Raph. I twist my tongue around it, enjoying his grunt of pleasure.
His hand grabs the top of my hair, and he guides me to the other ball. I give it the same attention. My nose hits his hand and I can smell the penny scent on it; it makes me moan. I’m about to beg when he pushes my head back and lines his cock near my lips, grunting. My caveman.
His cock is curving slightly upward, as if silently screaming for me to suck it. A shiver of desire rocks me forward and I’m unable to resist as I circle his plump head with my tongue, feeling my eyes cross at the mix of flavors hitting my tongue. I trace the tip over his slit and greedily drink every drop of precum that spurts out in response. I’m in fucking heaven. Popping off, I lick my way down his shaft, my tongue covering every smooth inch of skin. Then I open my mouth wide and swallow all of it down my throat in one swift thrust.
“Fuck! You’re such a slut for it. Work that throat and get your fill,” he groans between gritted teeth. I start bobbing up and down his length, using the whole surface of my tongue on the underside of his thick cock. My mouth is stretched full, my eyes are watery, and my knees hurt on the hard, cold floor of the public bathroom. But I’ve never been more lost in ecstasy.
I want more.
More. More. More.
He growls while I suck harder and begins to move his hips, thrusting deeper, pausing for a second inside my throat and then moving back out. His head is all the way back, mouth open, groaning like an animal. God, he’s so fucking sexy. I push a hand inside my pants to rub my cock when I hear a knock and then the unmistakable sound of the door opening. Raph’s back is to it, and I’mmostlycovered by his big body. But whoever entered can clearly see what’s happening.
