Vermillion

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Song for the chapter- "Eyes on fire" by Blue foundation.

Circe didn't know what was happening.

All she felt was Raffaele's lips hungrily devouring hers.

And even though she was confused, she was moving with him, their tongues brushing each other's lips, their saliva mixing, making them one.

The taste of Raffaele's whiskey kissed her tongue as he navigated her mouth with his, completely dominating her.

She let him take control, she didn't try to fight back. She enjoyed feeling helpless to his actions.

His hands made their way down her body, feeling every curve and dip of her form. He gripped her thighs on both sides, hauling the girl up so her only support was the wall and Raffaele's grip.

She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately, feeling his bulge against her through his shorts.

Her shorts were thin, meaning she felt everything making her even more flustered than before.

Raffaele continued to kiss her hungrily, moving down to her neck, pressing hard kisses against her skin.

Circe moaned quietly when he found her sweet spot, making him even harder.

"Shhh" Raffaele quietened her.

He pressed his groin further into Circe's, grinding himself against her, making her cheeks heat up, and her knees weaken even more.

Raffaele removed Circe from the wall, walking over to the couch in the office and dropping her harshly.

He left her laying on the couch, still in shock at the situation as he got a gold packet from a desk in his drawer.

He ripped her shorts off of her, snapping her back into reality.

"Ra-raf-" she tried by he cut her off.

"Shut up" he spat "Don't say a single word. Don't make a single sound" he told her.

He placed the condom on himself before lining his tip with her entrance.

"No moaning, no groaning, no screaming, no begging" he told her in a demanding voice.

All she did was nod hastily, biting her lip.

She didn't know why she wasn't stopping him. She knew he would if she told him to, but for some reason she didn't want him to.

She nearly screamed when he slammed himself into her, not giving her a chance to get used to it before he began moving in and out of her.

She bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. She didn't know why she was obeying him. Usually going against his word and annoying him thrilled her, but right now all she wanted to do was follow his orders.

Raffaele had a firm grip on her waist as he continued moving in and out of her at a fast pace, digging his nails into her skin, marking her.

Circe felt a tension build up in her stomach, one she had never felt before. She felt like she was about to explode.

"No" Raffaele snapped "Not yet. You have to hold it in"

She didn't quite know what he was on about, but she figured it was about the tension in her stomach, and did her best to hold it in.

"Fuck" Raffaele groaned, throwing his head back.

"P-please" Circe begged. She didn't know what she was asking for, but she was so desperate for the tension in her stomach to be released.

Raffaele moved one of his hands up to her jaw, gripping it tightly, squishing her cheeks.

"I told you not to make a sound" he whispered darkly.

He continued pounding into her at a desperate pace.

"I-" she tried again, but stopped when Raffaele forced her mouth open with his strong hand.

"Shut the fuck up" he growled, spitting into her mouth, taking her by surprise.

She thought she would be disgusted, but it made her even more desperate for a release.

He didn't give her time to swallow before shoving his fingers into her open mouth, pushing them so far back her throat her eyes watered.

She stared into his eyes as he slammed in and out of her, tears streaming down her face leaving streaks of mascara on her pale skin.

The tension in her stomach was so bad she felt like she was about to pee. She had never felt this feeling before, and nobody had ever told her about it.

Eventually, she gave up following Raffaele's orders, and moaned loudly at the feeling of i'm inside of her.

He glared at her with intensity but didn't do anything, he enjoyed the sound of her moaning from pleasure.

Pleasure he was giving her.

Instead of scolding her, he just shoved his fingers farther back her throat.

Her black hair was disheveled and slightly damp from sweat. Her neck was red from his previous grip, and her waist had red marks on both sides from where his nails had dug into her skin.

Raffaele felt himself grow even more turned on at the sight of the tears falling down her face, and her cheeks flushed a deep red.

He admired her beauty. Even with his fingers shoved back her throat, and her makeup a mess, she looked beautiful.

He thought she looked even better right now. Completely helpless to everything he was doing. There for him to use to his disposal.

"Now" He told her.

Immediately, she felt an intense wave of pleasure hit her like someone had knocked all of the air out of her lungs.

Her legs shook violently as she wrapped them around his waist even tighter, clawing her nails down his back as she went overboard.

She felt so much pleasure she thought she might die, she tried to twist out of his grip desperately as the pleasure overwhelmed her, but she remained in place, unable to move.

Her whole body shook as she came, her vision blurring as even more tears streamed down her face, doing her best not to clamp her teeth down on Raffaele's fingers.

Raffaele moaned as he watched her shaking form, her eyes rolling back as if she couldn't handle the pleasure.

Soon after, he felt himself coming closer to his climax. He pounded into her desperately, trying to feel as much of her as he could.

With one last claw to his back, he felt himself explode into her, a feeling of euphoria washing over his whole body like a wave.

It hit him so hard he had collapsed onto Circe's helpless body, trying to catch his breath with his head buried in her neck, the smell of her apple shampoo filling his senses.

His back burned from where her nails had dug into his skin, but he liked it.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, neither of them knowing what to say. What to do.

Raffaele continued breathing intensely against Circe's skin, as her hands rested on his back weakly.

"Wh-" Circe began to talk, but was once again cut off. This time by a knock on the door of Raffaele's office.

A/N: hey y'all😏

lol i guess xo