Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex-Wife

hate this. I hate him. But my body? My fucking traitorous body is begging for more. More of his goddamn torture. I'm supposed to l

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can still feel him. His fingers, right t

ss smirk. I don't even need to open my eyes to know he's grinning like the asshole he is

k, my voice is gone. Stolen. May

hen, pinch. My nipple scr

f me, part pain, part pleasure, all

e of that electrifying pain through me. I gasp, my body jerking. Hell, I sh

o hold onto any shred of control. My voice? I

osed to enjoy this, hornet." His hand clamps around my neck, hard and r

f the fucking pain I went through." His voice is a growl now, and he leans in clos

ething to remember. Well, guess what? This one's unforgettable, alright. I'm being punis

gasping for air, my chest heavi

ola's voice ri

, I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore. For him to fuck me? To en

s at me like I'm the prize he's been waiting to claim. Li

My breath catches, and for a second, pride flares inside me. I want to slap that fucking gr

sy's soaking wet for him? When every touch

r me, slow and predatory, like I'm his damn

me like I weigh nothing a

r fucking l

e? My body's trembling, every nerve on fire at the

looms over me like he's the fucking king of the world, and I'm just his obedient

e for the release he's holding back. But shit, I'm scared too. Terrified of what

ith satisfaction, low and dang

His touch is possessive, claiming me like I'm his property. His eyes lock onto min

you fucking

is this what torture feels like? "I... I want you, Alpha Rafael," I st

boil. "You think I'm gonna fuck you?" His words are a slap

ting shit from me. Not now. Not like this." His eyes flash with hatred. "This is ab

ers slide between my legs, brushing against my aching, soaked pussy. I gasp, my

me, rough and relentle

nd unstoppable, like a fucking tidal

o shatter, when I'm about

t," he growls, his eyes cold, heartless, as he

him. I hate him