His Obession: The Don and the Damsel

Chapter 3 - You'll make me take it.

~Octavia~

Raphael's car is sleek and expensive, something that I'm still able to notice in my now drunken state. A 2024 Audi RS7, brand new. I barely notice it as I slide into the passenger seat, my head swimming from the alcohol and the adrenaline still buzzing in my veins. I can't stop smiling and laughing with him, and I have to admit, I don't remember the last time a man made me laugh this much. Not even Elliot.

As I remain in the passenger, not being able to take my eyes off him the entire drive. It's not how possibly rich this man is that grabs my attention, but how alluring I find him, how easy it is to talk to him, and I'm certain I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk. I watch him, noticing the way his hands grip the steering wheel, the sharp lines of his profile, the calm confidence in the way he carries himself...

"Keep staring at me like that, and I won't be able to control what I'll do to you..." he says to me without looking, his voice dangerously low and immediately sending a chill running through my body. That's when I find myself smiling at him just as I slowly run my hands up my thighs and keep my eyes on him, tempting him on purpose.

"And what if I want you to lose control..." I tell him, my voice smooth and low over the soft EDM that plays in the car. I then notice him glance over at me once before he lets out a strained breath, right before he clenches his jaw. Suddenly, he adjusts his grip on the steering wheel and revs the engine of the car, forcing it to lurch forward just as I squeal in excitement, making him look over at me and chuckle deeply.

After an exciting drive, we pull up to a high-rise building, where Raphael parks in an underground garage, his car engine echoing through the empty parking lot. He then brings the car to a stop and climbs out, walking over to my side of the car and opening the door for me. I stare at him with surprise before allowing him to assist me out of the car, just as I smile at him shyly, feeling him grab hold of my hand and lead me to a private elevator.

I don't say anything as we ascend, the soft hum of the elevator the only sound between us, just as I remain close to him, holding onto his hand as I stare up at him.

I can't believe I've just followed a complete stranger home...

When the doors slide open, I raise my eyebrows in shock and step forward, glancing around me in awe. He hasn't brought me to any ordinary place, but a penthouse...

"Wow..." I say as my breath catches in my throat. It's stunning... Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a sweeping view of the city, the lights shimmering like a sea of stars. The space is sleek and modern, all clean lines and muted colours, with just enough warmth to make it feel lived in. But I'm too drunk, too overwhelmed to really process it. All I can focus on is him. Raphael shakes off his jacket, draping it over the back of a chair before turning to me.

His eyes meet mine, and the tension in the air shifts, growing heavier, much harder to ignore... I don't know who moves first, but suddenly we're standing inches apart, the space between us buzzing with electricity.

"Octavia," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, like he's giving me one last chance to pull away. I don't. Instead, I close the distance between us, my lips finding his again and wasting no time as I bring my hands to the back of his neck. This time, there's no hesitation, no awkwardness. His hands slide to my waist, pulling me against him as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a fiery, almost hungry intensity.

I lose myself in him, in the way his hands feel on my skin, the way his lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, to the sensitive spot just below my ear. Heat pools in my stomach as his fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt, his touch searing against my skin. He pulls back just long enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low as he stares down at me, a few soft breaths leaving his parted lips.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice shaky but certain.

"Please..." I find myself saying it to him. And that's all it takes. He scoops me up effortlessly, making my legs wrap around his torso, a gasp leaving my lips as I hold onto the back of his neck and stare down at him, bringing my lips close to his as they brush against the tender flesh. He carries me down a hallway and into a bedroom that's just as luxurious as the rest of the penthouse. The city lights spill through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gifting the room a warm, romantic glow.

Raphael lays me down on the bed, his movements slow and careful, like he's savouring every second. He then stands right at the edge of the bed as he watches me. He analyses me just as he begins unbuttoning his black shirt, and my mouth waters as I watch him, just before I kneel up on the bed, slowly slipping my dress up my body and off of me completely, my large breasts and slim yet curvaceous body being on full display for him, leaving me only in my black underwear.

He watches me with a dangerous expression, a deep exhale escaping his lips as he analyses my naked body, just as he slips off his shirt completely, revealing his extremely muscular body, tattoos layered on his arms and parts of his torso.

"Are you sure you'll be able to take it, darling..." He tells me, and at this point, my p***y is already dripping at the sound of his voice, let alone the sight of him. That's when I carefully slip off my underwear and run a few hands through my long, dark hair, cupping my breasts with my hands as I watch him.

"You'll make me take it," I answer him, having absolutely no idea where all this confidence is coming from. It could be the alcohol yet again, but all I know is that I want him, right now...

That's when I hear a low groan mixed with a growl in his throat, just as he begins taking off his pants, revealing the monster he's been keeping tucked away...

I don't think I've ever seen one so long...

He moves swiftly and climbs onto the bed, grabbing hold of my body as we both collapse onto the bed, right when his lips find mine again, his hands exploring my body with a confidence that leaves me breathless beneath him...

It's a blur of heat and sensation, the press of his body against mine, how his hot kisses feel against my lips. His face then moves to my neck, where he would roughly kiss me, sucking on my neck aggressively, forcing a series of moans out of my mouth as I run my hands through his hair. He then pulls away from me, his arms placed on either side of me as he keeps himself on top of me and stares down into my eyes, making me search his own to try and figure out what he's thinking.

That's when he reaches to his side table, and swiftly grabs a condom, ripping it open with his teeth before he reaches down and slips it on with one hand, all in a matter of seconds. That's when he looks down at me, just as he begins to run the tip of his c**k against my already soaked p***y, keeping his eyes on me as if to watch my reaction.

"A-aah... Raphael..." I whisper to him, reaching for his mouth desperately as he continues to tease me.

"Beg for it and I will, Octavia..." The roughness of his voice as he murmurs my name sends my eyes rolling just as I feel my press his tip right against my c**t.

"Please... please f**k me..." I find myself begging him, and with that, he leans down to me, keeping his lips against mine as if he is taking in how out of breath I am underneath him. That's when I feel him slowly slip into me for the first time, my moans silencing for a few moments as my p***y swallows all of him. And then he pulls out, allowing me to release the whimper I had been holding back.

I hold onto him desperately as he begins sliding in and out of me, slowly at first, the entire time holding onto me as he kisses me deep, the entire time, talking me through every moment.

"Take it all, princess... be a good girl and take this dick..." He whispers into my ear, and that's when his movements become more aggressive, more rhythmic as he groans deeply against my flesh. I squeal and moan loudly as I feel him continually drive himself in and out of me, my eyebrows creased in pleasure I had never thought I would experience.

"Yes, please Raphael, please..." I beg him, and I don't think I have ever felt anything close to this. By the time I realise it, I already feel my abdominal muscles clenching repeatedly, around his c**k, and that's when I realise...

This is about to be the best s*x I've ever had in my life...