The Protector 2

Chapter One-13

“Just one time, you say?” I whisper.

“One time. To make up for what happened that night,” he gulps, and releases the lock from his fingers.

He takes a tiny step back. I turn my back on him, and press my hand against my chest. I can clearly feel the wild throbbing of my heart under my palm. Good Lord, what a crazy offer! If I had a bit of common sense, I would tell him to get f****d, and I’d run away from the temptation screaming, upstairs into my room. But Rafe Harlan’s had a special effect on me from the beginning. When I’m near him, I always transform into a passionate woman who longs for love and sex.When I’m with him, sensual desire is burning inside me, now, as it was when I was eighteen. In London, far from my family I didn’t live the life of a nun. I had a few quick affairs, but none was serious. During the time I was a model, I met several men with beautiful, perfect bodies, but I learned fast that attractive looks aren’t everything. Some of them were kind, likeable guys, but none of them stole my heart, none of them managed to get under my skin like Rafe Harlan did. And I feel the same attraction right now.

“Sleep with me.”

His breath lustfully tickles my ear, and as his hot, muscular torso presses against my back, I feel like the whole house is turning upside down with me. I already know that I’m lost. I hold on to the edge of the counter, and breathing deeply, try to calm down.

“I… don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I squeeze out the words at last, shaking with an inner fever.

“This is a terrible idea. A catastrophic idea, but I still can’t help it,” he murmurs into my neck without his lips really touching my skin. “I’m a dead man if the issue comes to light, but I still want this thing with you more than anything in this world.”

His strange words bring me back from my trans-like state caused by the tempting closeness of the tense male body. I slowly turn in his direction, causing him to step back a little, leaving a little gap between us. My eyes wander over his chest, up his strong neck, all the way to his face. It’s pointless to deceive myself. I’m crazy about him. I still am.

“What are you talking about?” I manage to say at last, at which Rafe shrugs his shoulders.

“Your uncle will kill me if he finds out I have given you an offer. That is, if your cousins don’t finish me long before that.”

“Holy s**t, Rafe!” I say, covering my mouth with one hand.

“Your family gave me a detailed account of what they will do with me if I lay a finger on you,” he says with a bitter smile.

“That’s not funny,” I give his chest a push.

“I don’t think so either. They would be delighted to castrate me if they had the chance, but I don’t give a s**t. I would do anything to make you mine again,” he says, and there is no trace of playfulness in his voice. “I only want one more chance to make it all good. Afterwards, I’m in your hands.” Spreading his arms, tilting his head, he looks down at me. “You only need to say a word to your uncle, and I’m dead meat. That would be a great revenge, wouldn’t it?” he pulls a naughty smile.

I don’t find his words funny, and I don’t smile. I know what my uncle and cousins are capable of when they are provoked. Would I like to torture Rafe Harlan a little bit? Drip hot wax onto his belly, give him a gentle whipping? Tie him to the chair and perform the most mind-boggling strip-tease of the world for him, so that he would be torn with lustful desire, only to walk out on him with my chin up, leaving him unsatisfied? Oh, yes. I did fantasize about this, without a doubt. But to throw him to the mafia so they can take revenge? Never. I’m not such a bloodthirsty b***h. Even the slapping that I gave him the other day, didn’t give me pleasure.

I fold my arms in front of me, and, clueless, I stare into those deep blue eyes burning with desire.

“Think about it,” he says finally, then turns on his heels and leaves me with my doubts.

I’m thinking. I can’t even do anything else. I go back to my room, get under the blanket, but sleep is not coming. I get out of bed and walk to and fro between the window and the door, like a caged lion. I run a monologue in my head, I struggle, get back into bed, but it throws me out. My body is burning, my pulse is skyrocketing. When I think that I am only separated from Rafe by the width of a wall, a hot shiver runs down my spine and desire forms a single pulsing lump near my abdomen. I don’t recognize myself. I make a list of pros and cons in my head about what is for sleeping with him and what is against it. The con side of the imaginary list fills up in a second. The promise I’ve made to myself that I would steer clear of this man, my guilt for Johnny, the fact that my uncle and my cousins will make mince meat from Rafe when they find out, are only some of the items. On the pro side there is one single thing: I madly desire to have s*x with Rafe Harlan.

It’s three in the morning when, with shaky hands, I carefully press down the door handle of Rafe’s room. It would seem silly if I knocked. He talked to me openly before, and told me what he wanted, without beating about the bush. So why feign courteousness? I open the door and step into the half-lit room. The curtains are not closed, the moonlight fills the room which is very similarly furnished as mine, with the only difference that instead of a double bed, there is only a single bed in it. Rafe is lying in the middle of the bed with eyes open, his hands are folded under the nape of his neck, but as soon as he sees me, he sits up. I watch him take the 9mm out of his belt and stick it under the mat from the side. He is half naked, and as the moon lits his torso tense with muscles, the sight leaves my chin dropped. Rafe, with his tattoed chest is the hottest guy I have ever seen.

I decide to take it easy, I will not show any weakness. This man is indebted to me, and now I will take my share. He owes me pleasure, joy, real love-making, but at least, a damn orgasm. But as Rafe gets up, and starts walking towards me with his bare feet and the jeans hanging off his hips, all the strength leaves my legs, and the remainder of my sobriety is dissolved in the ether. He’s madly exciting as he stops in front of me with his rippling chest, and sizes me up and down with hungry eyes. I know there is no reason to explain anything; I don’t need to justify my decision. I want this. We both do. That’s all. I moisten my dry lips, and even in the twilight I can see clearly that Rafe’s eyes are following my tongue, under a spell.

“Just once. And then it’s over,” I breathe, but my voice comes out much more shaky than I have wanted it.

Rafe gives a silent nod, with a step he bridges the distance between us, and taking my face between his hands, he turns it upwards. Erotic memories from the past are coming back to me with full power, at once. Holy God, how this man could kiss! His mouth was aphrodisiac for me. At the time, I hadn’t had many experiences with men, so I believed that the miracle of first love was what made Rafe Harlan so special. Now, though, with experiences behind me, after kissing others, trying things, I have grown convinced that no one else can ignite this magic, this sensual fever in me. When I feel this man’s hot skin on mine, as my palm slides over his bulging, tense biceps, my hand embraces his neck and I feel his pulse against my palm, I just can’t compare that to anything. I haven’t felt this kind of belonging in any other men’s arms. Not even in Johnny’s. Ever.

Rafe

I don’t need to say anything, she didn’t come for a chat either. I’ve been struggling here since I left her downstairs, in the kitchen. I was lying on the bed, perfectly aware of the fact that I didn’t deserve another chance, and if Raven turns me down now, then it’s forever. When this job is finished, our paths will part, and I won’t mean anything more to her than an unpleasant memory from university. I’m dying to have her, but I know I can’t do anything else. The decision is in her hands.

It seems surreal and yet perfectly natural that she eventually shows up in my room. I forget everything else, I don’t think about what will happen afterwards. I don’t care if the sun rises and our agreement ends. I’ve desired for a long time to feel her, and now I long for it like never before. I want to erase that aggressive prick from her memories that I was eight years ago. This is only about her now. I want to take her to the top, drive her crazy, spoil her and give her an erotic experience she has never had before. And secretly, deep in my soul I desire that she would never be able to part with me after this night.

I press my lips against hers without a word, and suck them in. My tongue makes way into her mouth to discover it; I’m not being cautious, I just suck the soft lips between my teeth with determination and possession. I explore her mouth again, this sweet heaven that I once knew better than mine. And when Raven surrenders to me readily, with a lustful sigh, the world ceases to exist around me. God! How much I missed her. I kiss her like it’s the first and the last time.

Her hands are slowly starting up my arms, she clasps her fingers together on the nape of my neck. As her nails lustfully scratch my skin and she digs her fingers into my hair with pleasure, I groan wantonly and lift her into my arms. I put her onto the bed, and towering over her, I scan her with my eyes. I don’t even know where to touch her first, or where to start kissing her. The edge of my mouth quivers, I want to tell her how indescribably, insanely beautiful she is. That I’ve never met a more attractive, more sensual woman. It makes no difference how many girls offered themselves to me at the club, because none of them had an effect on me like the little mafia princess from St. Thomas University. Starting at her neck, I run my palms down her body with pleasure, at which she shivers, and pulls herself onto her elbows. With widely open pupils she watches my tongue slowly run along the inner side of her ankles. My fingers gently massage her shin, I breathe soft kisses along her inner thigh, advancing towards her panties at an agonizingly slow speed. When my mouth reaches the edge of the lace, Raven’s body trembles, her breathing accelerates. I look up, our gazes interlock. From her eyes I read open longing, excitement and an urge. There is no rejection or fear in them, only trust, and that gives me wings. Without releasing her stare, I press my mouth through the thin fabric onto her hottest point, and kiss it. The lustful moan breaks from us both at the same time, and Raven throws herself back on the mattress with a shiver. My mouth is followed by my hand, and sliding my fingers into the panties, I pull the lace down her thighs. I touch her gently, yet I can feel her body go stiff for a moment. On the Halloween night I didn’t mess about much, I simply folded her skirt up, and pulled my jeans down before I shagged her. Zero intimacy. Absolutely no cosiness. I won’t make that mistake again. While my fingers glide between her wet creases and I gently massage her c******s, my lips work along the velvety skin of her belly. I’m close to losing my mind from her intensifying sighs and as she pleadingly presses her hips against my hand. My crotch pulses with pleasure at the mere sound of her moans, because I know I’m doing this to her. I remove my hand from between her thighs to pull her nighty over her head, and she sighs with disappointment. Dumbfounded, I stare at the sight that is unfolding, and it only reaches my consciousness now that I’ve never even seen her fully naked, in all her glory. The arousing feeling games we played at the time used to give me an idea what there was under the clothes, but now is the first time I see her completely uncovered. Lush, round breasts, fair n*****s erect for attention, the full package that can drive a man insane. Drooling, I remark that since the university years there has been an obvious development regarding the boobs department, as far as Miss Bertone is concerned. I was crazy about her even back then, when she had a super thin, girlish build, but now, with her slim waist, the fully matured breasts and her dark stream of hair spread over the pillow, she is not just mine, but every man’s wet dream, I’m sure about that. While my eyes drink in the dizzying sight, my hands cautiously touch the hard n*****s. My breathing is heavy, my d**k presses pulsingly against the zip of my jeans. My first verbal expression since Raven stepped into my room is a rough, honest curseword.