Dangerous Conceit by Ali Lee

Chapter 32

After a needed shower the next morning, Rafa wrapped a towel around his waist, feeling much better than he had in the last several days. The pain from his injuries finally started to subside. He looked through his closet, eventually hanging a black Armani suit on a hook. The speech began at twelve sharp and he needed to make a lasting first impression. So did Lexi. He hoped Brett would bring her new clothes by nine as he wanted.

Rafa stepped into his office and glanced over his notes. For a fifteen-minute speech, he needed to say a lot in the short amount of time. He flipped through the cards and mentally addressed the crowd as he passed through each starter sentence he wrote. Satisfied, he replaced the bound stack next to his briefcase and glanced at Lexi who stood at the bed wearing nothing but a flimsy tee and lace panties.

Shit! He cursed himself. Rafa lusted for every curve on her body. He instantly felt his own sexuality react as the light from his office cast a soft glow off her skin. He attempted to wipe the thoughts from his mind, closing his eyes and trying to erase the want. He did not try hard. Hopeless desire caused him to stare at Lexi again.

Fuck it. He did not consider his injuries another second as Lexi bent over to smooth the sheets and fluff the pillows on the bed.

“I need you in my office, Lexi.”

Until now, she wanted to give him some quiet time alone to prepare for his speech. His urgent tone startled her as she walked to him, worried by his penetrating gaze. “What's the matter? Do you need some medicine?”

Rafa’s desire heightened; he rolled out the chair and turned Lexi to face the computer before pulling her down on his lap. “You’re driving me crazy in those panties, bending over in front of me like you want me to take you.” His fingers gently clawed from her neck to her waist, moving again in the opposite direction as he lifted up her tank.

“You can't. You aren't healed.” Rafa paid no attention, lifting her arms in perfect motion to remove her shirt.

“My chest is sore”—his fingers grappled around the center of her neck, pulling the back of her head against his shoulder—“but my dick is fine.”

“Rafa,” she protested when he nipped her neck, making her yelp with the sting.

“Screw the doctor's orders.” He soothed the small red welt with his tongue, followed with a lingering kiss. “You know how I like to mark.” With his palms around her cheeks, he moved her lips to meet his own, passionately tasting her sweetness with his tongue.

“Rafa.” She pulled inches away. “If you don't stop, you’re never going to heal.”

“Then you shouldn't have bent over in front of me.” He skimmed his palms across her naval, making it difficult for her to refuse the temptation.

“Rafa,” she pleaded once more for him to stop before she gave into him altogether.

“I want to control you.” His fingers slinked over her panties, compelling her to whine. “Tell me you want me.” He deliberately rubbed against those sensitive areas he knew would make her relent. “Tell me,” he ordered and slipped his hand underneath the lacy fabric, gaining another muffled cry.

“You…know I do,” she choked, her voice sounding an octave higher than normal. She could not resist his seductive charge.

“I love it when you give in to me.” He watched her writhe underneath his touch, rolling her nipples below his thumb as he massaged between her legs. “God, you’re so irresistible, Lexi.”

Both of her hands reached back in response; her fingers threaded through his hair with the pleasure that he lavished onto her. Such an intoxicating feeling enraptured her entire body, evoking her breathing nearly to cease. “Rafa,” she cried, arching her back while her arms fell limp around his neck, the heated waves taking over her thoughts.

While she still trembled from the rush of heat that overcame her, Rafa held her closely and whispered in her ear. “Get a condom out of my drawer.”

Guilt or not that he was still hurt, she wanted him now. Lexi stumbled off his lap and did as he said. A second passed when she walked back through the door, her heavy panting showing that she anticipated his sex.

“Shut the door.” He pointed. “We’ll need it shut.”

Lexi stumbled back over to him, handing him the sealed package. As he tore it open and flung the empty wrapper to the desk, he looked at her half-lidded eyes; his breathing deepened. “Now I can hear you scream.” He glanced at the door while unfolding the towel from around his waist and sliding her panties to the floor. With silent awe of his size, she watched him cover the entire length before he whisked her back around, folding her face-forward against his desk.

“Easy.” He guided her on top and exhaled with a low, satisfied growl as he filled her to her peak. Then he pushed her back and forth on top of him, continuing with leisure as her body slid against him with ease.

Lexi hummed. Her body warmed with his painfully slow thrusts. She wanted more. She pushed hard against his hips, crying out with the slight ache of his size. “Easy.” he said, sliding her shaking body forward.

“I don't care. I want it all,” she whined.

“You like pain, Lexi?” He jerked her hard against his thighs, making her grip the desk in front of them with the sharp intrusion. As her body stilled with her raspy breaths, he wondered if it was too much for her. She still had not healed completely too.

“Damn it, Rafa. You started this. Take me!” she demanded.

“You want hard, baby?” He yanked her hair and pulled her back to him. “You’re so delicate. I don't think you can handle me hard on you.”

“I’m not delicate. I know you want to, so do what I ask.” She whimpered under the grasp he held on her hair.

“You want all of me, hm?” He gazed at her with his intense brown eyes.

Being aggressive with her almost made him feel guilty, but he had to give into her. Lexi knew what she wanted. She was begging him. Rafa wrenched her body against his length over and again, watching her try to stifle the screams he so desperately wanted to hear. Seeing her like that, he wanted to destroy her reserve, assaulting her slippery passage and never ceasing until she cried. For a moment, he eased to see if she was okay until she clawed the hands clasping her waist from behind.

“Don't stop,” she breathed. Rafa instantly resumed and continued to force her against every inch of his length when she grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

“Fuck, Alexis. You temptress.” He abruptly stood and shoved her face to the desk.

“Wait, you're injur—”

“Shut up.” He brushed off her concern and drove into her sex without care. “Scream for me!” He demanded and wrapped her throat with the span of his hand. “I want to hear you scream when I come, damn it.” His fingers worked her from underneath until she wailed his name in ecstasy without regard to anyone or anything other than how he made her feel. With his ego being appeased, Rafa plunged against her for minutes until her cries caused his own orgasmic pleasure to come.

Neither bothered to move. Lexi heaved against the desk while Rafa stroked her back, soothing the burning sensation she must have felt after the excitement; then he backed them both to the recliner and sat. She closed her eyes and trembled against his curled bicep, purposely avoided his chest. He was silently thankful since it now throbbed from the exertion.

While she recovered, one of his arms firmly embraced around both of hers. His hand moved through her hair, removing the sticky strands from her face. He placed gentle kisses along her cheek, consoling her from his harsh, feral ways. Despite being that rough with her, he had no regrets, knowing he gave her what she asked for. As for him, he smiled to himself. She was worth every bit of pain he would feel for the rest of the day.

When her eyes opened again, he gently turned her face and looked in them, beautiful eyes that searched for assurance. “What's the matter?” Rafa nuzzled her cheek with his knuckles, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Nothing.” Her fingers folded around his head and kissed him back before gripping the arms of the recliner and lifting herself off. “You are an amazing lover, Rafa.” She said and slowly stood, steadying her balance before leaving him alone in the room.

He stood and discarded the used protection, wiping himself clean with the damp towel. “And you”—he stared back at the door for seconds after she left—”are my perfect little temptress.”