Locked Hearts

Chapter Six

GRACE POV

I woke up sore and tired. My body ached from all the positions she had me in, not once did she let me touch her though. She kept in control all the time and I came more times that I could remember. I slowly got up, trying to ignore the pain in between my legs. It was honestly the best sex I'd ever had. She knew exactly how to please.

"There's a spare toothbrush you can use in the bathroom." Her voice came from the doorway.

Raelynn stood leaning against the wall, eyeing me closely. Honestly, she looked ready to devour me again. Her hands were stuck in her sweats and her tank top left her muscled arms bare.

"Thanks." I muttered, pulling the covers over me.

She strided up to me gracefully. "Don't hide, bellissima." She took the covers off. "I've already seen and tasted everything."

I awkwardly cleared my throat to hide my blush and stood. Why is she speaking in Italian? I stumbled because my legs were still weak but caught my balance. "Right, well, I'll get dressed and leave."

She caught my arm and pulled me to her. "I made breakfast. Get ready and come eat." She placed a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth and left.

I shook off whatever that was.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I saw that she put a sweat pants and tank top for me. Surprisingly, they all fit and it made me wonder if she had extra clothes laying around for her women.

The smell of coffee and pancakes filled my nostrils when I went to the ktichen. Taking a deep breath in, I relished in the divine scent. I hesitantly sat on the stool where she placed a plate down for me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" She asked as she sat across from me.

"We fuck and then part ways. That was the deal, not make breakfast and eat together."

Her hazel eyes studied me for a moment as she chewed a bite of pancake. "I changed my mind."

"About what?"

After Raelynn placed her fork down, she looked me in the eyes as she spoke.

"I could tell you're not someone who sleeps around and I could tell that last night was something you needed. Now, la mia piccola rossa, I like sex. I know you enjoyed yourself last night, if your screams were any indication. So, I have a proposal for you."

I sat silently watching the other woman, trying to ignore how sexy she sounded when speaking another language. I could already tell what she was about to propose, I just had to figure out if I wanted it or not.

"Let me guess. A friend with benefits kind of thing, except we're not friends. Am I right?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes." She rested and elbow on the counter, her chin in her palm. "What do you say?"

Contemplating only for a few seconds, I knew my answer was no. In no way was I about to offer myself up for someone who sleeps around. The woman had a specific room for that, for Pete's sake. I wasn't looking to catch anything. Although, I wouldn't mind experiencing last night again. And again.

"As much as I enjoyed last night, I'll have to say no." I spoke, getting up from my seat.

I saw Raelynn's face fell for a split second before turning serious. She got up and rounded the kitchen counter. Her body pressed against mine, pushing me into the counter behind me.

"And why not?" She husked.

My breathing hitched at both her proximity and her voice. "I'm not interested in sleeping with someone who fucks anything that's willing." I mustered up a strong enough voice.

The taller woman bit her lip and leaned closer. "Well, you already did but I can change your mind." She started placing kisses on my neck.

I moaned and pushed her away. "You can't. I'm not willing to be one of your many fuck toys."

It was easy to see she wasn't rejected by women. This was a woman who got what she wanted, when she wanted. She had a dominant aura about her, between her strong tattooed built, gorgeous face and that fucking voice of hers. You could wet your panties just by her watching you.

"What if you were the only one?" Raelynn said after a while.

Not understanding what she meant, I furrowed my brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

She took a step back and puffed out her cheeks. "I won't sleep with any one else, but you have to be there when I need you. I have a huge sexual appetite that I need satiated."

"Are you serious?" It couldn't be that bad. She just wanted sex and I wanted fun.

"Very much so." She came forward again. She kissed me roughly, pushing her tongue in my mouth.

I welcomed it wholeheartedly and reciprocated. "Okay," I pulled back to say and connected our lips again.

She put me on the counter and tugged my pants down. My pussy still hurt but yet I wanted more. Her fingers easily slipped in and she finger fucked me as her mouth worked on my neck.

"Fuck, don't stop."

"I wasn't planning to."

I was already on the verge of cumming and I pulled her closer. She brought her mouth back to mine, drowning my moans into her mouth.

"Ahhh, fuck yes." I mumbled into her mouth as I coated her fingers with my juices.

She hummed against my mouth. "I absolutely love how responsive you are to me, bellissima." She pulled back from the kiss, tugging on my bottom lip.

I opened my eyes still dazed from my orgasm. I watched as she stuck her fingers into my mouth, and I sucked them clean while we held eye contact. I went to return the favor but she stopped me.

"You don't want to?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Oh, I want to but not now. I'm satisfied with watching you cum." She kissed me once more before moving back. "Eat."

We had breakfast together and after she told me she had an obligation. I had to leave anyway. I was working from home today and I had to inform Kelly about what happened. On both the piece I didn't have to write and what happened between Raelynn and I.

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"So, let me get this right. She fucked you all night, made you breakfast and then proposed you both continue on. She's not doing the interview for us or any other magazine?" Kelly spoke slowly.

"Yeah." I answered.

"I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or happy for you." She sighed.

"Did you know about men missing from her club?"

"Yeah, didn't you?" She asked a bit shocked that I wasn't aware of that piece of information. I shook my head negatively. "Nothing was proved other than they had a meeting and left, then went missing. She spoke to the police but refuse to answer questions publicly. Every major magazine mainly wants to know her background story." She informed me.

"Okay, it's a little much, don't you think?"

"You search her name, all you get is her name and information about her club. There's nothing else, where she's from or how she started out. Her family, nothing. She's a puzzle they want to solve."

For the nth time today, I wondered what I got myself into with this woman. She spoke Italian so maybe she was from there or just good at languages. She didn't have an accent though.

I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea.

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