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Rafael's Woman

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Her cell rang, it was Linda announcing Manuel. Carrie gave the okay to point him toward her apartment, only a few minutes later she opened the door to his soft knock.

“Hey, stranger, we were getting worried about you at the restaurant. We hadn’t heard a peep out of you. Mom, wanted to make sure you were okay.” Manuel gave her a half-hug, because his other hand was full, she half-heartedly returned it.

“I’m good, really good. Things are going great. I’m still sorry about just quitting on you guys like that. Considering how great everyone had been it wasn’t right.”

“No worries, this is a great job. We understood, not going to say we don’t miss you. Why don’t you pull out some plates and I’ll get us served up.”

Manuel was polite but a few times he made lingering comments she did her best to ignore. When she started talking about Rafael, he took the hint and limply smiled as he mumbled he hoped she was happy with him. The pounding that came on her door as they were finishing up startled her. Opening the door she was shocked to see Rafael looking very pissed off.

“Rafael?”

“Who is he? Who the fuck is in your apartment?” Pushing past her, Carrie stepped back, stunned.

“Who the hell are you?” Rafael demanded of Manuel.

Manuel was smart enough to look scared, “I’m Manuel, we worked together. We were just having lunch. Nothing else.”

“Then you can leave now.” It was an order and Manuel nodded.

“Bye, Carrie.” He barely hesitated as he went out the door, giving Rafael a wide berth.

“Rafael, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Shock was high, Rafael was scaring her. She had never known he could look so angry, was she also turned on? Holy shit, she was turned on.

Slamming the door, he turned and backed her up against the island in the kitchen, “Why the fuck do you think it’s okay for you to be alone in your apartment with a man? What gave you the idea I would allow it? We’ve had this discussion, this pussy, mine, these breasts, mine. This body belongs to me and no one gets close enough to touch it.”

“He didn’t, I don’t want him. Please, oh god.” His hands were rough as he spun her around and pushed her up onto the island, yanking down her panties and pants in one move. The button of her pants popped off but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Remember, Carrie, you told me this was your cock. Yours to take care of when I need to come. This pussy, all of you, tell me now. Who do you belong to?”

The sound of his zipper was loud to her, “You, I belong to you. Please, I need your cock. I’m sorry, never again.”

“There we go, that’s what I want to hear. This cock sliding down the wet slit of your pussy, you want this inside you?”

Now he was toying with her, driving her out of her mind, “Please!” She sobbed and he entered her hard and fast and that was how he fucked her unti

l they both exploded only minutes later.

As she worked to take in air, his hand slid into her hair, using the handful of hair he pushed her down to her knees and toward his cock. She knew what he wanted and she sucked him deep to clean them off of him. When she was done she sat back on her heels and waited, looking up at him.

“Never again.”

“Yes, Rafael.”

“Good now get up and kiss me goodbye, I’ve got to get back to work.” His kiss was a stamp of ownership and she gave herself willingly.

Chapter Fourteen

Slamming into his car, he leaned back, resting his head on the window. His body still felt out of control, his skin too damn tight and hot. What the hell had he just done? How the hell had Carrie just let him and not just let him, urged him on. When the call came through from Damon in security letting him know someone had gone into Carrie’s apartment Rafael hadn’t believed him. But he knew there would be no joke about an instruction he’d been explicit in leaving. If ever anyone went into Carrie’s apartment, he was to be notified immediately. He had a meeting in a half hour, he couldn’t leave and deal with it. He’d rake her over the coals that night.

Still it had eaten at him. Who the fuck was she alone with and what the fuck was she doing? Minutes later he’d been up and out of the office. He had to know and he had to know right then. Driving like a madman he’d made it to her place in record time.

When she opened the door, guilt had been clear on her face. His hands had wanted to go around her neck but he’d deal with the guy first, then make her pay. The man had been scared and it had been the only thing that pacified him. That and Carrie’s shock, it had told him that he was being irrational and it cooled him down but not nearly enough.

He barely remembered the man’s words only seen him as the non-competition he was before he took off running out the door. Then his attention had turned to Carrie, all of his attention. No, he hadn’t found what he had feared but it had been enough to scare him and damn it that was never going to happen again, ever.

Getting close to her, he could smell she was wet for him. She hadn’t been wet when she’d opened the door, it was just for him. Only when he was close to her, he had to be inside her, laying claim to his woman. Carrie was his damn it and no one else could even get close to her. It had made him harder when she had repeated his words, melded to his body, begging for more. There was no argument from her, as much as an asshole as he’d been she’d wanted all of it and more.

Even now he could see her on her knees, waiting for him to do with her as he pleased, she wasn’t going to deny him anything. It should have made him feel better instead he’d practically run from her. It was getting so he needed her like he needed air and that was the scariest thing of all.



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