Lorraine Lebedev

He pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it on the couch beside him. My bare chest was exposed to him.

"Cazzo." He groaned.

I breath against his lips, but all my thoughts vanished when he kneeled in front of me as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my pants down my slim hips. I step out of it still wearing my black boots.

Raphaël placed his hands beside my hips, I glanced at him with hooded eyes.

He clenches my pink lace panties between his teeth. I watch him as he slides them down my legs.

His hands gripped low on my ass and I gasped when his fingers brushed my clit, teasing my entrance.

"Fuck red, your wet." He groaned.

I tensed when his fingers began to rub against me. Biting my lip I run my fingers through Raphaël's soft hair.

I was caught off guard when Raphaël picked me up then placed me on the couch. He kneeled between my legs, spreading them apart.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

I nodded my head and he grinned as he watched my face while his fingers pushed further into me.

It felt strange at first but as he slowly thrusted his fingers in and out, my body burned in a good way, the fullness was intense. I groaned when he sucked on my throbbing clit. I was over the edge, his long fingers pumping in and out as his tongue flicked up and down.

"Fuck." I gasped and my head fell back onto the couch while my back arches. "Stay still baby." Raphaël said as he blew onto my wet pussy.

I shook beneath him as his fingers and tongue fucked me agonizingly slow.

I pulled a fist full of his hair, then began to grind while his fingers fucked me.

My legs wrapped around his neck and my hands buried in his hair.

"Raphaël." I gasped.

A tight sensation warped around my gut when his fingers found my g-spot.

"Ah, oh my-fuck Raphaël!" I moaned, my back arching even higher. "Just by you moaning my name, makes me so fucking hard red." He whispered with a shaky voice.

I blushed so hard that my heart was racing. I don't know why but I felt special that it drove Raphaël crazy just by me moaning his name.

If his fingers made me feel like this, the thought of his cock inside of me as I rode him, drives me crazy. I was craving more but I know it's too soon to ask.

He pulled away and kissed my neck while his fingers thrusted in and out.

"The day I fuck you, red..." He warned then sucked on my neck. "Is the day you'll forget how to walk."

I grip onto his shirt then pressed my lips together. "I'm close." I whimpered.

I tilt my head back and shut my eyes. "Cum for me red." He groaned.

He trailed his mouth down to my neck then warped his mouth around my nipple, sucking it as his fingers pumped in and out.

I moan out his name when I reach my orgasm.

My chest rises and falls, the incredible feeling wracking through my body.

I look up to catch his hard eyes staring down at me, filled with lust. I watched him with wide eyes as he sucked his fingers covered in my juices.

He grinned. I glance up nervously.

Standing up from the couch with my hands on the side, Raphaël leaned in and kissed me slowly.

"Get dressed red." He whispered then squeezed my ass. I shrieked. "I'll be back." He said. I watched him as he walked out the living room.

I lick my lips, breathing hard and my pulse racing.

This is my first time I've ever allowed a man to touch me like that, see me bare naked. The worst part is that it's not just any man. It's him.

And, wow I enjoyed every second of it.

I reached down slowly, a nervous shake to my body as I slid my panties back up.

I want Raphaël.

He makes me feel sexy, needful. Whenever he is close by, my body aches for his touch.

What I'm feeling is something new and I'm terrified.

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I sat on the kitchen stool, still and silent.

It's been two hours and Haletta isn't back. I asked Raphaël if he could try calling Marcello and he told me that he isn't picking up.

Raphaël is currently talking to someone on the phone so I suggested that I'll wait for him in the kitchen.

After what we did on the couch, we didn't say a word to each other. I tried to do small talk with him I noticed that he wasn't interested.

I feel like he used me...

I checked the time on my phone and it read

I sighed.

I should probably call Dante. Father would be furious if he found out that I'm not in my hotel room.

I pulled myself off the stool then dialed Dante's number as I marched to the front door.

Before I could press the call button I heard footsteps heading my way.

"Where are you going?" Raphaël questioned over my shoulder.

I took a deep breath then turned around to face him. "Back to the hotel." I stated firmly.

Raphaël cocked a brow. "You aren't waiting for your cousin?"

I shook my head and replied. "No, she'll find her way back home." I declared and pushed the door open, stepping out of the house, the cool spring air washes over me. Goosebumps coat my skin.

I pulled out my phone then tapped the call button, pressing the cell phone against my ear.

"Let me take you home." He suggested.

I turned around to face Raphaël, before I could respond. Dante's voice cut me off.

"Miss Lebedev? Are you alright?" He questioned with a worried tone.

I looked at my feet. "I'm good. Uhm could you come pick me up?" I said, my voice coming out soft. I looked up and caught Raphaël's gaze.

"Sure, where are you?" He questioned.

I looked around and only noticed trees, no cars or people in sight.

Shit.

"I-I don't know."

Dante mumbled something under his breath before answering. "It's alright I'll track your cell." I nodded my head then realized he can't see me. "Okay. Thank you." I said before hanging up.

"Please tell Haletta that I'll cover for her, that she's staying at the hotel with me." I said.

"Okay." He responded.

There is it again, his cold attitude.

"Okay..."

I rolled my eyes as I started to walk.

I wanted to turn around but I forced myself not to. I picked up my pace, crossing my arms over my chest as I walked in the dark.

After what felt like hours of just walking I saw a white car driving down the road.

I think it's Dante.

The car pulled over, almost directly in front of me. I read the registration plate to make sure it's him. I speed-walk to the car before hurriedly pulling it open and getting it.

"Does my father know that I asked you to fetch me?" I questioned, putting on my seat-belt.

"No, would you like me to inform him?" Dante asked.

"No." I declared. Shutting the door with a sigh.

I rested my head on the window.

Maybe it was a mistake coming here. Clearly Haletta is busy and then there's him.

I should just tell my father that I want to go back home in two days.

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