Chapter 34
Chapter 34
continuation of Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit depictions of non\-consensual physical restraint, domestic violence (including slapping), forced sexual acts, and intense emotional manipulation. It also includes graphic sexual content, themes of kidnapping, revenge, and psychological coercion. Reader discretion is strongly advised; this material may be deeply disturbing or triggering for survivors of abuse or sexual assault.
Raelyn pov
I was trapped, bound, and at his mercy—and God help me, part of me wondered if Dante was right about the monster I'd let into my heart.
Rafael’s palm slid under the hem of my silk nightgown, calloused fingers trailing over the fevered skin of my stomach. The touch was deliberate, claiming, and my traitorous body answered before my mind could protest.
Heat pooled low, a shameful pulse between my thighs, even as my tied wrists jerked against the headboard.
His gaze dropped to the hard peaks straining beneath the thin fabric, then lower to the unmistakable bulge pressing against the front of his trousers. The sight of it was thick, rigid sending a fresh wave of desire through me. I hated that I noticed. Hated that I wanted.
“See what you do to me?” he rasped, voice rough. He ground his hips forward, letting me feel every inch of the bulge through the layers of cloth. “Every fucking time, Raelyn. I swore I wouldn’t let you under my skin.”
He crushed his mouth to mine again. This time I didn’t fight. The kiss was filthy teeth, tongue, our spit mixing. I moaned into it, a broken sound that made him growl in triumph.
His hand shoved my nightgown up, baring my breasts to the cool air, then to the wet heat of his mouth. He sucked hard on one nipple, rolled the other between his rough fingers, and I arched off the bed, wrists straining against silk.
Don’t trust him, Dante’s voice hissed in my skull. He’s a liar. A monster.
But my body didn’t care. It never had.
Rafael removed his belt with one hand. His cock sprang free already slick at the tip. He didn’t bother undressing me fully he just ripped my panties aside and drove into me in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, the stretch burning, that felt oddly perfect and wrong at the same time. His hips snapping, the headboard knocking against the wall. Each stroke dragged a gasp from my throat, pleasure coiling tighter despite the tears streaking down my face.
“Valentina,” he gritted out, voice ragged, “was my fiancée. She betrayed me so I sold her out.” His hand fisted in my hair, forcing my eyes to his. “She was a traitor.”
Another deep thrust, and my back bowed. “But you—” He groaned, pace faltering as my walls clenched around him. “Fuck, Raelyn, I swore I’d never want again. Never let anyone close enough to matter. Then you walk in with those defiant eyes and that mouth…” He slammed in harder, punishing us both. “I get hard just looking at you, dream about bending you over, burying myself in you until you forget your own name.”
I whimpered, hating the slick sounds of my body betraying me, hating the way my hips rose to meet his.
He’s lying, my mind screamed. Using sex to shut you up. But the words blurred under the pleasure . He put his thumb circling my clit, the slap of skin echoing around the room.
“I’m supposed to hate you,” he snarled against my throat, “ I'm supposed to use you and toss you aside like I did to her but I can’t.” His rhythm turned savage, relentless. “You’re in my fucking head and my blood.”
I felt the orgasm building, my stomach tightened as I shattered around him, crying out his name even if I hated it. He followed with a guttural curse, releasing hot sprout pulsing deep inside me.
For a moment, only our ragged breathing filled the room. He stayed buried inside me, his forehead pressed to mine. Then he reached up, his fingers trembling as they loosened the tie around my wrists.
I didn’t move.i was still thinking that Valentina had been his weakness once and I still didn’t know if that made me safer… or more damned.