Until Forever Ends: A Dark Mafia Romance

on my own.
Filled with the knowledge that he’d meant his words about wanting me to worship him, I knew it would be different than the time in the shower. He’d used my face then, pushing me to take him harder and faster as his hips thrust in and out of me.
Now he leaned back in his chair, watching me with rapt attention as I stretched my mouth wider to accommodate his girth and slid up and down on his length of my own will. He took my hand in his, wrapping my fingers around the base the best I could and guiding me into working what I couldn’t fit into my mouth.
There was something intoxicating about his eyes on me, about the heat in his stare as he watched me hollow my cheeks and suck. I shifted my hips as it brought a physical reaction in my belly that begged for relief.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the mechanics of what I was doing and trying to tune out the rest of everything. “Look at me,” Rafael commanded in his deep voice, forcing my eyes to open with the words. I glanced up at him as his hips shifted up, driving a little deeper into my throat. With his eyes on mine, there was no denying the heat blooming between my legs or the way I wanted him inside me. “If you want me, then take me,” he said.
I shook my head, focusing my attention back on his cock and getting him off as quickly as possible. Admitting I wanted him wasn’t something I was willing to do. Letting him come inside me was something even less tolerable, and we both knew that was what would happen if I let him fuck me.
“Fine,” he grunted, his frustration evident in his scowl. “Touch yourself.” I drew back off him, releasing him with a wet sound as he popped free of my mouth.
“No.”
“Put your fucking pretty little fingers between your legs and play with my pussy until you come all over them, mi princesa,” he said. He pushed to stand, making me back away on pained knees as he wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled me back to his cock. His other hand guided himself to my mouth, slipping inside and shoving deep as I gagged around him. “You should have just hopped on my cock and gone for a fucking ride.”
I mumbled around him, touching my hands to his thighs and digging my nails in. The fabric of his pants interfered with me hurting him the way I wanted as he hit the back of my throat with hard drives that made my eyes water.
“Don’t make me fuck your ass today, Isa. Touch yourself,” he said. I glared up at him, dragging one of my hands down between my legs and lifting my dress as he used my face. Dipping into the front of my underwear, I touched two fingers to my clit and circled it in the way he always seemed to do. My hips squirmed at the contact, a strangled gasp escaping around him as he groaned his pleasure. “You think you can deny that you want me? I can hear how fucking wet you are just from my cock in your throat. You can try to lie to yourself, but your body tells me no lies.”
I moaned around him, watching as his lips twisted into a pleasurable snarl with his anger.
He pulled out, working his hand up and down his length furiously. “Open your fucking mouth.” With a swallow, I did. Even suspecting what was coming as he angled himself toward my face. He pressed the head inside, jerking himself off until the taste of his release coated my tongue. “Show me.”
He pulled back, leaning forward until his face was in front of me and he stared at his cum on my tongue. I swallowed as he pulled me to my feet roughly, planting me in the chair and dragging my panties down my thighs. His hand covered mine, helping me work myself higher and higher toward an orgasm as he leaned in and devoured my mouth in a rough kiss. Uncaring of the fact that he’d just come there, he swept his tongue inside and used his quick fingers at my clit to send me spiraling into an orgasm.
I moaned against him, both desiring more and hating him for giving me the climax I hadn’t wanted. The one that betrayed everything I should have been.
Good girls didn’t have sex with murderers, and they most certainly didn’t like it.

10


Isa
I woke up to the sound of the shower running the next morning, and Rafael's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, I clutched the sheets to my chest and looked around the room. He’d left shortly after getting me off the day before, only returning to the room to bring me food before leaving me alone once more. If his intent was to bore me to death, I feared he would win that battle sooner than later if he forced me to stay in a bedroom with nothing to do for another day.
He stepped out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him as he made for the closet. Dressing in one of his suits, he stared at me as I watched him move around the space. "You understand there is no way off the island, yes?" he asked.
I nodded solemnly. I still didn't know what I'd do to get off the island, but I knew the solution wouldn't come without Rafe's involvement, and if he'd chase me back home, then escaping at all was futile. It would only endanger my family and friends needlessly if he meant his words about dragging me back.
"If you would like, you can spend the day with Regina while I work. My office is in the main part of the house, and you would be welcome to join me there as well. Somehow I