Serendipity

Chapter 33

Elodie

"So what exactly is your plan?" I ask Raffaele in my room that night. He only just came, like he promised he would.

"I hope Dubois falls for my trap and uses my fake route so I can tip off the police. If they catch him in the middle of his deal, there's no way he can avoid a sentence this time," he replies, lazily letting his knuckles run up and down my back as he does. I'm straddling his thighs innocently enough but his gentle caress sends little spikes of excitement through my veins.

"What happened to the long game? Toying with him before making sure he stays gone for good," I go on, trying to stay focused.

"There's no coming back from dealing with human lives. And if by some miracle, his sentence is too short, we can always dig up more information and hand it to the police."

"If it's that easy, how come you haven't sent him to jail long ago?" I ask steadily, even as his hands slip beneath the thin shirt I'm wearing. He merely continues doing what he did before as if he was trying to keep this innocent but couldn't help himself to touch me.

I can't blame him, my own fingers are playing with the short hair on the nape of his neck.

"Dubois has been playing this game for longer than me, little one. Believe me, it wasn't easy getting this far in the first place. I must say, I'm surprised you're not more eager to have him gone though," he tells me and I can see the carefully contained curiosity behind his eyes.

"Just don't want to rush anything and end up with him free and aware of my betrayal. You know he'd come for my and my family's heads. His death would be a lot more comforting," I say, lacking any kind of remorse or empathy towards the man. He deserves everything that's coming his way and after all, I grew up listening to my father dark about murder for less.

Right on cue, the tight knot in my stomach gives a little lurch at the reminder of the risks of my involvement in this game. I'm in way over my head and if Dubois sends someone after me or my family, I'd have no way to stop it.

But Raffaele said he'd protect me so I guess I'll just have to cling onto that.

Funny to think how somewhere along the way, he became someone I trust. Not sure when it happened but even though I barely know him, he feels safe. Ironic, seeing he's still the one responsible for my father but I'm trying hard not to think about that.

Which Raffaele makes very easy with the way he acts around me. I can hardly imagine him taking someone's life. There's something about him that feels good. But that might just me my hormones talking, what do I know.

"So bloodthirsty." His eyes narrow a little. "Tell me, little one, do you often play with your prey before striking for the kill?" he asks, his voice dropping.

I tilt my head, confused at the sudden change of subject. "What do you mean?" I ask slowly.

"You still have the documents. The real ones Dubois wants." He hesitates, maybe seeing the taken-aback expression on my face and feeling my body freezing up. I'm usually better at masking my emotions but this time, that's all I had to hide the fact that his accusation actually hurt.

Not that his skepticism is unreasonable. If anything, it's good to know he doesn't just think with his dick. I should be glad I'm not sleeping with a complete imbecile. And after what my dad did to him and how our history began, it's only fair for him to take up the subject.

Doesn't mean a small part of me isn't upset. Or disappointed, maybe. Whatever, I'm being ridiculous so I pull myself together and answer as evenly as I can.

"You can have them. I forgot," the words sound flat even to me and I can tell Raffaele notices as a small crease between his brows appears as he studies me.

"Sure you don't need any more assurance that I won't dispose of you?" he tries to tease me half-heartedly. I ignore the lingering tension in my chest and go along. Scooting closer to his lap and leaning in, I wrap my arms around his neck.

"No," I whisper, looking at him through my lashes with my lips an inch from his. His eyes drop to my mouth, his grip on me turning possessive. Good, he wants me. Can't think of any better distraction to make me forget that I'm being an oversensitive idiot.

"What makes you so sure?"

"One, you wouldn't stand a chance," I say slowly, positioning myself right on top of the bulge in his pants and lifting an eyebrow as I wonder when the hell he got so turned on. "Second, you love the way I feel too much," I drawl, rolling my hips once.

He hums, closing his eyes briefly. "Can't argue with that." And then he turns us around so his body is pressing down on mine and his hard-on lined up perfectly between my legs. He covers my mouth with his, biting down on my bottom lip and drawing it out slowly before letting it snap back. He grinds against me deeply before uttering, "definitely can't"

I press my head further into the pillow, closing my eyes and breathing hard as his mouth continues down my neck. Each sloppy kiss, nibble, bite or suck shot more tension right down to my belly and in between my thighs. I'm throbbing by the time he pulls my shirt over my head before continuing his trail down my body.

He kisses both of my collar bones, taking his time even as the steady movement of his hips into me proves he's anything but patient. Through his pants and the thin fabric of my sleep shorts, I can feel the heat coming off his erection and it's taking all I've got not to reach between us to take it out of its confides.

When his hot breath fans against one of my nipples, quickly followed by his wet tongue, my back arches, trying to give him more. I locked my legs behind his back, clenching my thighs in an attempt to get him closer as I rolled my hips.

He cursed against my skin, before finding his way over to my other breast to repeat his torture. Only when I'm a mindless, impatient mess, torn between wanting to speed this along and getting him inside of me and wanting this to last forever does he bring his lips back to mine.

His hands cup my face, gentle in contradiction to the way he's dry-humping me and I can't help it, I moan. I can't get enough of the feeling of his hands on me and how mine feel on the skin of his defined back, love his body blanketing mine so perfectly and making me forget about the rest of the world. I can get lost here and never find my way back for all I care.

"Say you want me," he says breathily. I nod without a second thought, my hands finally finding the bottom of his pants and undoing it. Only for him to lean into me so snugly that I can no longer move my fingers at all. I whine, opening my eyes to see him smirking cockily.

"Say it, little one. Tell me how desperate you are for me right now," he repeats, making me moan again.

"I want you. Please. Please, fuck me. I need you, Raffaele, need you inside of me so bad," I whine, willing to give up my dignity if it means my pussy will have something else to clench around than fucking air.

The look he gives me next makes it fucking worth it. He doesn't say anything, his lips harshly coming back down on mine but the way his body pulls away from me enough to finally pull his pants and boxers down tells me enough. I shimmy out of my shorts as soon as his are down on his thighs, eagerly stroking his dick as he devours my mouth.

I position his tip at my entrance, willing him to finally fuck me only for him to break the kiss again and stop me with a hand around my wrist. "Not yet. Need to taste you," he says breathlessly, his body already moving down on mine.

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Uffff, I don't think I like this part. Sorry for the chunky, sudden mood changes lmao but I hope the smut will make up for it:)

Have a good day<3