Sleeping with the Enemy

I'm done playing the nice guy.

It's time for my real self to take over, and I don't even bother warning her this time.

I just start fucking her like she asked me to.

Fuck her hard like I've wanted to from the first time.

And instead of crying out in protest, Zee just fucking blows me away by taking all of me, with her slim, shuddering body just moving wildly as my cock slides in and out of her.

I squeeze her breasts hard, and she cries out in pleasure. I pluck her nipples, and she rakes my chest with her nails. It's like seeing an angel turn into a flesh-and-blood woman in my arms, and need turns my fucking brain into mush.

It's my dick in control now, and all my dick wants is to ravage and break her.

I switch our positions with rough swiftness, and Zee whimpers in shock when she suddenly finds herself seated on the couch and her legs up in the air. I clasp her by the ankles as I settle on my feet, and once my gaze locks with hers, I ram into her as hard as I can—-

"Rafael!"

Her soft cry pushes me to the edge, and I just fucking lose it.

I start pounding into her, just hammering into her so damn hard that Zee is forced to hold on to back of the couch at the force of my thrusts. If she shows even an ounce of fear, maybe I can still control myself, but all I can see in her beautiful violet eyes is the same fucking plea.

Fuck me, Rafael.

Please.

Fuck me like I'm your personal whore.

So I fuck her.

God, do I fuck her.

I fuck her like she's no virgin. I fuck her like she's my slut, and not once does she look away or back down.

She just fucking takes it, my every thrust tightly welcomed by her hot, wet pussy. She's my every sexual dream come true, my personal whore like she herself says, and no matter how hard I try to stay in control—-

It's just fucking impossible.

I can already feel my balls burning and aching. I'm close to fucking bursting, but because I don't want to cum on my own, I start rubbing her clit in rhythm with my thrusts, and Zee arches up with a gasp.

"R-Rafael—-"

Her tremulous stammer is a good sign, and I apply even more pressure to her clit while fucking her pussy harder and harder.

"Oh God, Rafael—-"

I feel her tighten around me, and it's the cue I desperately need. I pinch her clit, and as her eyes roll back, I growl, "Cum for me—-"

She shatters around me with a cry, and the last bit of control I've retained deserts me.

I plough into her mercilessly, and in just a few thrusts, I'm joining her in heaven and hell, my dick exploding inside of her tight channel as she sobs my name over and over.

Zee

My body feels wonderfully languid and heavy, and an eternity seemed to have passed when I feel Rafael carefully withdraw from me.

Butterflies flutter their wings in my stomach as I open my eyes. I'm not quite sure what I'm hoping to see, really. Maybe just a smile. Maybe just a softness in his gray gaze. But whatever it is...I know it's definitely not what I'm seeing now.

He's spun away without ever meeting my gaze, and I know immediately something's wrong when he dresses himself in abrupt speed. In mere moments, he's completely clothed, and I suddenly feel shamed by my nakedness.

"Rafael—-"

He cuts me off, saying roughly, "You should dress yourself." He bends down to pick my dress off the floor, and my lip starts to tremble at the way he still refuses to meet my gaze.

"What's wrong?" I feel like I'm throwing away my pride just by having to ask this, but I don't care.

The way we were together...it just wasn't sex.

It was something more.

Something special.

And definitely something worth fighting for, even if his sudden indifference is slowly killing me inside.

Rafael hands me my clothes, but I ignore this. "Talk to me," I plead. "Tell me what's wrong—-"

His jaw clenches. "Don't make this worse—-"

"You're the one making things worse," I choke out. "Why won't you even look—-"

Rafael finally turns to face me, and the rest of my words die in my throat.

"I was hoping you'd eventually figure things out on your own," he says coldly, "but you really are a sucker for punishment—-oh no, you fucking don't!" He grabs hold of my chin before I can even turn away, and Rafael forces me to look back at him.

"You wanted this," he snarls. "So fucking look into my eyes then while I give you the damn truth. Seventeen years ago, I wrote to your brother. I wrote everything I remembered of that night, wrote every fucking thing I wasn't allowed to say in court because the judge assigned to my trial was eager to curry favor with your family. And you know what your brother did? He told me to my fucking face that he burned my letter without reading it, and that he hopes I rot in jail. He nearly ruined my life...so now it's my turn."