Bound by his obsession

Under His Skin

Isabella stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her but no matter how long she stood there, she could still feel him, his touch, his breath, the way he had claimher through the night her body ached, a reminder of how many times Rafael had taken her.

How many times she had let him.

She pressed her hands against the cool tiles, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, she hated him, hated the way he consumed her, hated the way she craved him despite everything

A knock on the bathroom door made her tense

“Isabella.” His deep voice wrapped around her like a dangerous promise

“Come out.” she ignored him

A beat of silence…. then, the door handle turned, her breath caught as he stepped inside, still shirtless, his dark eyes roaming over her wet skin through the fogged glass

“You’ve been in there long enough,” he said, voice low, deliberate

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I needed time to think.”

Rafael stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Think about what?”

She hesitated “About this, about what we’re doing.”

His jaw clenched. “And?”

She inhaled sharply “and I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep pretending this is normal.”

Rafael’s eyes darkened “You think this is pretend?”

She hesitated

“Tell me, Isabella” He reached out, fingers trailing down the glass “did you pretend last night? when you moaned my name? when you begged for more?”

Her cheeks burned “that was…..”

“that was real,” he cut her off, stepping into the shower with her, his hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him, his body warm and solid against her wet skin.

“Rafael—” she started, but he silenced her with a kiss, It was different from before, noir rough or punishing, it was slow, deep, almost tender his lips moved against hers with purpose, his hands gliding up her body, fingers teasing the curve of her waist before settling on her breasts she gasped against his mouth as he rolled her n****e between his fingers, sending a sharp wave of need straight to her core

“You don’t want me to stop,” he murmured against her lips, his voice like velvet

Her breath hitched “I—”

He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her jaw, his tongue flicking against the pulse in her neck, his fingers slipped lower, teasing the inside of her thighs, skimming over where she ached for him most, she bit her lip, her legs trembling “Rafael…”

His fingers brushed her, a featherlight touch that had her gasping, he smirked against her skin, his breath warm as he whispered, “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

She hated how easily her body responded to him, how desperate she felt

“Yes,” she whispered

His lips pressed against her collarbone “Good” and then he pulled away

She blinked, her body still pulsing with need “What….”

Rafael stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel, he wrapped it around his waist, looking entirely unaffected

“You’re my wife,” he said, smirking as he ran a hand through his damp hair

“You don’t get to tell me you want space and then expect me to give you pleasure.”

Her stomach twisted “You….”

“I told you, Isabella, he said smoothly. “You belong to me. And the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be”

She stood there, dripping wet, her body throbbing from what he had started, what he had refused to finish, as he walked out, leaving her aching and breathless, she realized something. Rafael Knight didn’t just want to own her body, he wanted to own her mind, too.

Isabella didn’t know how long she stood there, dripping wet, her body still throbbing from Rafael’s cruel game, he left her hanging, deliberately cause he wanted her to crave him. To need him and damn him, he had succeeded, her fists clenched as she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom, she expected to find him in the bedroom, but he was gone

Her heart pounded, he has always made sure she felt his presence, he wanted her to know he was there, controlling everything so why had he left?

She dressed quickly, slipping into a silk blouse and fitted trousers and she paired it with sandal, something that made her feel composed, elegant.

But the second she stepped out of the room, she found Rafael leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed waiting for her…..

Her pulse jumped, but she kept her expression neutral “What do you want?”

His gaze flickered over her, slow and assessing. “You”

She swallowed. “Too bad”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Lying doesn’t suit you, my angel”

She exhaled sharply, brushing past him, but his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, he pulled her back, his grip firm but not painful.

His breath was warm against her ear when he spoke “I can still feel you, you know, the way you clenched around me last night and the way you begged”

Her stomach tightened, he was playing with her again keeping her on edge she turned to face him, tilting her chin up “And yet, you walked away.”

Something dark flickered in his eyes. “Because I wanted to see how long you could last without me.”

She hated the way her body reacted to his words, the way heat pooled in her stomach.

“You’re a bastard,” she muttered

Rafael smirked, brushing his fingers down her arm, slow, teasing “And yet, you still want me.”

She slapped his hand away “I have things to do

His smirk didn’t fade “You’re coming with me.”

She frowned “Where?”

“The office”

She blinked. “You want me to come to your office?”

“You’re my wife,” he said smoothly “Where else would you be?”

Something about the way he said it made her stomach twist, this wasn’t just about control, this was about keeping her close and the more she thought about it, the more she realized something. Rafael Knight wasn’t just possessive but he was obsessed.