Bound by his obsession

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A strangled cry escaped her lips, her back arching as pleasure crashed over her, gripping his hair and pushing his face deeper but Rafael didn't stop, he licked, sucked and tormented her cl*t ,his tongue flicking and circling in an intoxicating rhythm, sucking her juice like a starved beast his grip tightened on her thighs, holding her still as he sucked her c*nt deeper, until she was trembling and whimpering beneath him.

"Rafael," she gasped, her fingers clutching at his hair trying to pull him up.

He groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through her, his tongue worked her mercilessly, his fingers thrusting in, pushing inside her, stretching her, preparing her.

She shattered with a cry, pleasure pulsing through every nerve, her body tightening around his fingers. But Rafael didn't stop. He sucked every last drop of c*m from her, only pulling back when she was trembling and breathless beneath him.

And then he was above her again, his body pressing her into the mattress, his lips claiming hers in a kiss that tasted of her own juice.

"Now," he rasped, his voice rough with need.

Her thighs parted instinctively as he settled between them, his hardness pressing against her slick and wet c*nt entrance. He gripped her hips, positioning himself, rubbing her with the thick head of his c*ck sending a wave of pleasure through her body,she barely had time to brace herself before he thrust inside, filling her in one deep, possessive stroke.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, her nails digging into his back. He was thick, stretching her, making her feel every inch of him, he didn't move, his body rigid above hers as he let her adjust, as if savoring the way she clenched around him.

"Mine," he murmured, dragging his lips over her jaw.

Then he started to move, slow, deep thrusts at first, each one driving him deeper, making her whimper under him but Rafael wasn't patient man, his restraint snapped, and soon he was f*****g her with raw need, his hips slapping against hers, claiming her over and over again.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, of ragged breaths and desperate moans. He was f*****g her to mold her inside to his shape, , like he was branding himself into her soul.

she c*m again shaking, crying out his name, eyes rolled up and mouth open with saliva, he groaned as he felt his own release near, pounding her as if he wanted to break her, burying himself deep, his release shuddering through him, milking her and he slipped out, watching her inside as his c*m leaks out…

Close your thigh, don't waste my hard work" he order as he slap her entrance and slipping two fingers pushing back his cums in

She grip his hand, shaking her head, her eyes widening as she stared at his still hardened c*ck but the night is still long

Rafael Knight was hers.

The next morning, Isabella woke up alone, the spot beside her was cold as if Rafael had never been there at all, she rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

Last night played over and over in her mind — the way he kissed her, the way he claimed her.

But it didn't change anything he still held all the power and she still didn't trust him. Not with her body, not with her heart or with this secret she was hiding.

A knock on the door interrupt her thoughts and she sit up quickly before she could respond, the door opened, and Elena stepped inside.

Elena?" Isabella frowned. "What are you doing here?

Her sister smiled — too sweet her eyes flickered over Isabella's body, lingering on the faint marks scattered across her delicate skin, her fists clenched at her sides but she masked it quickly.

Good morning to you too."

Isabella swung her legs over the bed, her guard instantly up. "Rafael isn't here."

I know." Elena's gaze swept the room, then back to Isabella. "I came to check on you.

There was something in her tone too careful, curious and It made Isabella's skin prickle.

I'm fine," Isabella said flatly crossing her arms clearly not buying her lies.

Elena tilted her head, studying her. "Are you?

Isabella's fingers curled into the sheets. "What are you trying to say?

Elena sighed, stepping closer. "I'm just worried about you, Bella. Rafael… he's not the type of man you can control and you know it better

I never said I wanted to control him."

No?" Elena's eyes gleamed with something almost mocking "then what do you want?"

"Why are you back Bella? glaring at her

Isabella stood, spine stiff. "Why do you care?"

Elena hesitated. Just for a second but it was enough. Enough for Isabella to see that elena didn't care about her, she cared about Rafael and she hated that Isabella had him.

A slow, bitter smile curled Isabella's lips. "You're in love with him."

Elena's face hardened, panic flickering in her eyes before she looked away. "Don't be ridiculous."

But she didn't deny it.

Isabella took a step forward, voice dropping. "Is that why you're really here? to warn me? Or to make me doubt him?"

Elena's lips parted, but before she could speak, the door swung open.

Rafael, the man of the day walked in, his sharp gaze cut through the room like a blade, sweeping from Elena to Isabella before locking on Isabella, the air shifted heavy and charged.

Get dressed."

She blinked. "What?"

We're leaving." His voice left no room for argument.

"Where?"

Rafael's jaw tightened, his eyes dark. "I need to remind you who you belong to."

For a heartbeat, no one moved and conversation with Elena vanished like smoke.

Because Rafael had just declared war.

And Isabella wasn't sure she would survive it.

Rafael turned and walked out, his presence still heavy in the room.

Immediately, Elena followed him like a shadow, pausing at the door. She glanced back at Isabella, smiling faintly — a smile that didn't reach her eyes before disappearing after him.

Isabella's hand clenched the duvet wrapped around her body, she laughed bitterly