Bound by his obsession

Office game

Isabella could barely focus.

Rafael had spent the entire morning teasing her brushing his fingers over her skin when he passed, standing too close behind her, his breath hot against her neck.

Every touch sent heat rushing through her veins.

Now, she sat in his office, her legs crossed tightly, trying to fight the ache between them. She hated how easily he affected her, how her body responded to him even when she wanted to resist.

Why can't I stop this? Why does my body betray me every single time?

Rafael knew exactly what he was doing, he leaned back in his chair, perfectly composed in his dark tailored suit, the picture of ruthless authority.

His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong veins and wrists made for control even here, in the middle of his empire, he looked like temptation wrapped in power

"Something wrong, Isabella?" His lazy smirk made her want to slap him and kiss him all at once

She glared at him "You know damn well what's wrong."

He chuckled, tapping his fingers against the desk "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her frustration boiled over "You're driving me insane, so just shut up"

Rafael stood, rounding the desk in slow, measured steps, he stopped in front of her, dragging his fingers down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake

"You could do something about it," he murmured, her breath hitched as his hand slipped down to her thigh, pushing up her dress just slightly. She gasped, gripping his wrist

"We're in your office."

His lips brushed her ear "And?"

The single word sent a tremor down her spine, his voice was deep, edged with amusement, enjoying teasing her but the way his fingers traced slow, teasing circles against her bare skin was anything but playful

"Someone could walk in," she whispered panicking

Rafael exhaled a soft laugh "Then you'd better keep quiet, baby."

A shudder ran through her as his hand traveled higher, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Her hands dug into his hair bringing him closer "Rafael—"

He silenced her with a kiss, deep, slow, his lips moved over hers with dangerous intent, coaxing her to surrender his free hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her against him, pressing her into his warmth. "I love your lips my Angel"

She melted into him oh God help me… I can't even breathe when he touches me, her breath hitched as his fingers skimmed the edge of her underwear, toying with the thin lace

"You're shaking," he murmured, his lips brushing over her jaw, down the side of her neck

"Are you scared, baby?"

She shook her head, barely able to form words, his fingers pressed between her thighs, gliding over the damp fabric teasing her and biting her lips to quiet it down, but he's a wicked man, he pinched her cl*t over the fabric making her cry out.

A sharp gasp escaped her.

"You're already soaked for me," he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. "Do you even realize how much you want this?"

Her body trembled as he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her, teasing her with the barest pressure, she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself, but the pleasure built too fast, too strong

"Rafael," she whimpered, her hips shifting, instinctively seeking more

"Shh," he soothed, his mouth capturing hers again, swallowing her soft moans

His fingers moved faster, pressing, circling, pushing her closer to the edge

"Call me husband"

She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but the tension coiled inside her, winding tighter, hotter. She was so close, so close she could barely think, barely breathe

Her body tensed, her release only a heartbeat away…

Then the office door swung open.

Elena stood there, frozen, her eyes wide…

Isabella's stomach dropped. God, no… not her

Rafael didn't move, his grip on her waist tightened slightly, his expression unreadable

Elena's lips parted, but no words came out Then, she smiled small, forced, brittle

"Sorry to interrupt," she said softly, her gaze flicking between them like sharp knives

Isabella quickly pushed away from Rafael, her skin burning, her body still trembling from the abrupt loss of his touch but Elena had already seen everything and from the look in her eyes, she wasn't going to forget it.

Elena stormed back to her own office, her heels clicking against the marble floor like bullets. The second the door closed, her smile shattered, rage boiled inside her, she grabbed the glass paperweight from her desk and slammed it into the wall, watching it shatter into pieces "How dare she…" she whispered, chest heaving. "How dare she take him from me?

Isabella could still feel the heat of Rafael's hands on her body even after Elena had left, the tension in the room lingered Rafael didn't seem the least bit bothered by the interruption If anything, he looked amused

"Something wrong, Isabella?" His voice was smooth, teasing

She shot him a glare, standing up quickly and fixing her dress "Elena just caught us, do you not care?"

Rafael leaned back against his desk, his eyes dark with amusement. "Why should I? you are my wife"

"She's your best friend," Isabella snapped "and my sister."

"She'll get over it, we are married so what is she expecting?"

His nonchalance only fueled her frustration Isabella turned on her heels, determined to put some distance between them before she did something stupid, like beg him to finish what he started. Rafael wasn't about to let her go that easily before she could reach the door, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against him "Running away?" he murmured, his lips grazing her ear

Isabella shuddered "I need space."

"You always need a space to think, I think you need something else." His hands slid down to her hips, pressing her against his hard body

Her breath hitched, she clenched her thighs, desperate to fight the ache that had been growing since the moment he touched her

Rafael smirked as if he knew exactly what she was doing. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?"

She gasped, trying to shove him away, but he only tightened his grip

"Say it," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck. "Say how badly you want me."

Her resolve was crumbling, her body burned, needing him in a way she couldn't deny but just as she opened her mouth…

A knock sounded at the door

Rafael cursed under his breath but didn't let go of her instead, he brushed his thumb over her swollen lips before stepping away

"Come in," he called out, his voice perfectly composed as he's not the same person with hard on right now

The door opened, and one of his assistants stepped in, oblivious to the tension in the room, Isabella exhaled shakily, her body still pulsing with need

Rafael smirked. "We'll finish this later."

And she knew, without a doubt, that he meant it