FIFTY - ONE

FIFTY - ONE
CELESTIA

I met every one of his thrusts with the heat and passion of my mine.
What we have been doing might be wrong to some; maybe sinful for others too, but for Raffaele and I, it was everything we wanted to do. For once, I tried to keep myself above everyone, be selfish about what I craved, and live a little.
“…Celestia?” he rasped, in between his own brand of fucking.
“Huh? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
Raffaele stilled inside me and brought his face closer to mine. The primal look was wiped off by a frown sitting on his brows as he slowly pulled out and sat on his heels.
“What?” I asked, confused, and tried to balance the weight on my elbows.
“Somehow, I am not fucking you hard enough to get your attention,” he said with a mix of tease and misplaced arrogance in his voice. Beast.
I wanted to roll to my eyes, but he quickly yanked me off the bed to the nearest wall.
“Bend a little,” he directed and planted my hands to the wall. “Hold on and do not let it go. Otherwise, your head is going to be banging against it.”
I complied and looked over my shoulder. “Are you naturally this confident or tonight is somewhat special?” I asked because Raffaele Roselli wasn’t the only one who has a talent for sass.
He fumbled with the hem of the dress I was still wearing, hiked it up and bunched it there. “Oh, you are definitely getting the special.”
My insides throbbed with anticipation of the brutal invasion as I braced myself, but instead, a loud crack echoed through the room. I heard the sound before I felt the sting on my ass.
“Oh, my—”
Before I could finish the sentence, Raffaele rammed into me with renewed vigour. The sudden, rough motion knocked the breath out of my lungs. He’d buried himself to the base, and I had to spread my legs to accommodate his length and force to ease the twinge.
“How is that for a special?” he grunted out, almost breathless.
A strangled sound gurgled, something between a whimper and moan.
Smack. “I can do this all night baby.”
More. My mind screamed. This was different…hot and filthy, and somehow Raffaele made me like that too.
As if we were telepathically connected, he obliged. Four, five vicious spanks rained down on my ass, and then he began to knead the hot, reddened flesh with his unhurt hand.
“Don’t…stop,” I moaned, clamping down a shriek.
Smack. “This is for fighting with me.”
“Raffaele—” I gasped.
Smack. “This is for being a tease.” I need more.
Smack. “This is for making me miss you.” Faster.
Smack. “This is for making me want you.” Harder. I was sweating heartbeat pounding…
Smack. “This is for making me so hard I can’t fucking think of anything but you.”
“Raffaele!” I whimpered, with an orgasm teetering on edge.
He must have leaned over for I felt the caress of hot breath and feathery touch of his lips against my exposed neck. “Now brace yourself and take your fucking like a good little girl.”
Please…
He mercilessly fucked into me, pounding with a fierceness he must have reserved for occasions like these and kept the wave of sensations rolling over through me.
The tension in my core tightened, my womb shuddered, and my pussy convulsed around his cock. I tried to keep down the screams, aware that any servant or staff could pass by and hear me wantonly crying out his name. But the moment he took hold of my nipples and gave a savage pinch, all virtues went out of the window.
“Raffaele, oh, God…!”
I screamed, arched, and spasmed with a knee-shaking, earth-shattering, and star-blinded orgasm. And without a preamble, he increased his pace and found his release too.
When we finally made it to the bed—me limping away from the distance while Raffaele helped me roll over—we crashed against the soft pillows. He undressed himself first and then helped me out of my dress. I even found the discarded underwear and noticed it was ripped.
“Did you absolutely have to rip my underwear?” I mumbled when he nuzzled into my neck and played with my naked breast.
“Don’t wear one around me,” he shot back as I slapped his biceps. In return, he pinched the nipple—hard.
“Ow.” There was something invariably wrong with me when I smiled and crashed beside him.
The morning came, and even though the room was well curtained, sunlight still found its way through small gaps and cracks where the material had slid away from the corner.
I wriggled a little, causing Raffaele to stir up who had fallen asleep, with his hand banded tightly around my hips and the other one above my head. Then his sleep-leaden greyish gaze swept over the edge of my cheekbones and trailed the seam of my hairline like a gentle breeze.
“Good morning,” he greeted with a sleep-abraded accent.
“Mmhmm. Morning,” I mumbled, trying to twist around to face him. As a result, the cover slipped and revealed our bodies—tangled into one.
“Sleep well?” he smirked.
“I always do.” Grinning, I kissed his nose and sat up with white sheets clutched tighter against cleavage. Immodesty was not exactly I’d worry around Raffaele, but it still felt a little awkward to prance around naked.
As I slowly reached out to retrieve the dress from the floor, he got up. “What are you doing?”
“I will need to go back to the room,” I answered and slipped it over my head and put it on. I was two doors away from the original room assigned to me, and I would very much like to sneak out before a servant could get a whiff of last night’s affair.
“Celestia,” he sighed beside me. “It doesn’t matter. What we do is none of anyone’s business.”
“I know. But our circumstances are different. This is not exactly the boy-meets-girl.”
He nodded and dropped a peck on my shoulder. “I understand.”



Post breakfast, Raffaele came over to my room, dressed in sharp formals and looking all the more surprising. I changed his bandage and shared a deep, long kiss, one that ignited a passion and promised of realness.
I looked around for Lila, but she was nowhere to be seen. And when I inquired from a staff member, she told me that Lila had not come from her quarters. Acquiring the directions, I strolled over there and knocked on her door.
“Lila?” I could not keep the gasp out of my voice when I saw her reddened eyes. “Oh, my god. Were you crying?”
“No, no. Come on in.” I walked in as she closed the door and turned. “How are you? I am so sorry I couldn’t come to see you last night. With all the work lying around—”
“I am fine, but that’s not important,” I cut her off quickly, demanding, “Tell me, why are you crying?”
“I am not crying, I am just…tired.” She heaved a long sigh and approached the nearest chair. And then she patted the one beside her, as I went towards it. “The kitchen was a mess from last night, and since I have a mild OCD and terrible insomnia, I thought I’d clean it up. What I didn’t realize was that it was five in the morning already. By the time I was coming out, I happened to meet Cesar.” She winced, and her expression told me the rest of it.
“And I take it that he was not very happy with it?” I ventured.
A sly grin stretched over her tired face, but those green eyes of hers twinkled at the mention of his name. “What’s the one-word for pissed liked hell? Because angry would be an understatement.”
Throwing my head back, I laughed. “Told you—he likes you. The poor guy just can’t say it properly.”
“Poor and him?” Lila scoffed and rolled her eyes petulantly. And then her gaze fixed on me with a curious smile. “You seem…happy?”
It was my turn to grin, except I flashed a full blow smile, stretching from ear to ear. “I am,” I agreed. I slowly bit my lips as I asked Lila with squinty eyes, “If I let you in a little secret, promise me that you will keep it?”
“Like I have a booming social life to gossip about it. Yes, I’ll keep it, Celestia. Now tell me!”
“He said sorry, and we are back on talking terms,” I narrated slowly, each word with a pause until they sank well into her mind.
What Raffaele and I shared was more than a typical ‘sorry’, but I didn’t want to dive into the details; partly, because I didn’t know how to define us without tiptoeing over the delicate aspects. All I knew was that I was content, and for the first time, I was living my life in a manner that has to be cherished every moment. Technicalities could wait another day.
The moment I revealed, Lila went from happy to delirious in a split second and pulled me into a tight embrace. “I knew it! I am happy for you I can’t even begin to express it.”
“I am happy too, Lila,” I whispered, my face beaming with happiness. “I think I have never been happier.”


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