Devilish Affection [18+]

31- Touch Me Like I'm Yours

A frown appeared on my face. His dad didn't seem like the one who cared to lose anything. He had shut down the Pleasure Point club despite so many ways of keeping the business afloat. "Are you sure there's no other reason?"

"He's stuck in a marriage he doesn't want, because once a Romanov is married, there's no breaking that bond." He spoke in the darkness. "If I marry someone, everything comes to me. If anything happens to me, everything that is under the Romanov name, is given to my wife." He shrugged his shoulders, pulling away and laying on his stomach, holding his body up by his elbows. "He loses everything. The only people that get something out of everything are my sisters, my parents don't get anything."

"What does your mom say?" I turned my body so I could look at him without hurting my neck. "Does she not care?"

I wanted to run my hand down his back but I kept my hands under my face as he answered me. "My mom wants me to get married as soon as possible. She wants me to inherit everything because she knows I've spent nine years perfecting the Romanov empire."

He laid his head down on the pillow, staring at me. "There's more of a threat to me now than there ever is." It was the reason he didn't want to have a baby. I nodded my head as he continued speaking. "I won't abandon you or the baby, Emily. I just need some time to find a balance."

"It's okay." I said softly, moving my hand over his hair as he closed his eyes. "I'm going to keep it a secret. I don't want anyone finding out."

He opened his eyes. "The people in this house know. I told them today. It's for your own protection." He said and I nodded my head, unable to help myself as I moved my hand on his back. He closed his eyes letting out a sigh.

His voice was hoarse as he quickly sat up. "I need to go have a shower." He muttered the word cold and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.

I sat up in bed, dragging my hands through my hair. Would it be my choice again? Was it wrong of me for wanting to feel pleasure? I groaned, the sound of the shower loud in my mind. The image of his naked tattooed body, standing under the water, which dripped down his body as he ran his hands through his hair, flashed through my mind.

Without letting my mind over think, I got out of the bed, walked towards the bathroom and I tried the door. Unlocked. Twisting the doorknob, I walked inside to see him groaning in the shower, a hand pressed against the tiled wall, his head bent down, another hand around his cock and he jerked into his hand, cursing.

A simple hand on his back had caused a reaction like that. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as he moved under the water, his eyes stuck on me. He didn't say a word as he ran his hands through his hair, the cold water dripping down from his body. "You can't stand there and look cute, baby."

"I-" I had nothing to say other than blushing like an idiot.

"Take your clothes off. Right now." A demand as he pushed his wet hair back, turning the shower off and stepping out of it. Water dripped down his body but his eyes were focused on me as I ran my gaze down him.

Rafael was handsome  His abs, his tattoos, his biceps, his whole body was simply a turn on for me. I could feel blood rushing through my legs, weakening my knees as I stared at his cock. He was big, and thick, and I wanted to feel him inside of me.

We had fucked last time, there were no foreplay for him but he had done so much for me, to make me feel things I had never felt.

Rafael chuckled and he reached out, grabbing the towel from where it hung. "Let's go to sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow, baby." He wrapped the towel around his waist, before grabbing another small towel and putting it on his head, drying his hair.