Their Wife

Chapter-15

Ralph couldn't help but look at her, observing her body as she sat curled up on the stool, her eyes trembling as she scanned the surroundings in wonder. The Rohypnol he held tightly crumbled within his hands. The two mixed tequila glasses stared back at him. Examining her fragile, trembling, and innocent presence, he instinctively dropped the tiny pill into one of the glasses, observing its dissolution.

"Here, it'll help you to relax." Rara raised her head as Ralph passed her a glass. Feeling nervous and excited at the same time, she grabbed it with her both hands and took a sip.

"Is it....necessary?" She asked looking around. The room resembled his workplace with its array of unfinished paintings and sculptures. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she took another sip.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He quipped grabbing the silk scarf from the table. Rara eyed it apprehensively.

"No, but...it's kind of awkward to sit here and be still." 'And the way your gaze is piercing through my soul, how do I ignore it?' She wanted to voice out.

Her questioning gaze wandered the room, taking in the tantalizing array of unfinished artwork that adorned the space. Paintings in various stages of creation breathed life into each wall, while sculptures seemed to come alive amidst the clutter. A nervous flutter danced within her, urging her to take another soothing sip from her glass.

He felt a surge of blood flow to his lower body as he observed her sitting there, her flushed complexion and parted lips instantly arousing him like nothing else had before. It was difficult for him to recall ever experiencing such intense desire for a woman. His half-closed eyes moved from her chest down to her thighs. He noticed that her dress had ridden up a bit, revealing her legs as she squeezed them together. He was aware of the impact he was having on her. Leaning back against the table, he discreetly touched and massaged his growing bulge.

His hand moved to side as he grabbed the sharp object without taking his eyes off her and ran it over his palm. Rara fidgeted oblivious.

The blood oozed immediately, and Ralph clenched his hand as he moved towards her.

"What-" Rara flinched feeling his presence.

"Shh...I need to feel you...in order to paint you."

"R-Ralph-"

Her eyes closed on their own accord. This restlessness, the intense emotions bubbling inside her had her heart in a chokehold. She was drunk, but not with alcohol anymore. The gentleness of his fingers against her skin as he ran them over the curse of her chin, then with smoothest movement, he traced her lips with his thumb. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she felt something wet being smudged over her skin.

'Can you hear it, Ralph? The pounding in my chest. The sound of my breathless inhales.' She pondered.

"You have pretty lips." She felt him pressing his thumb against her lips. "Kissable." Fuckable. Ralph wanted to add. But decided against it. This needed to be done smoothly, without her freaking out. Of course she'd freak out if she'd see his blood on her. He grinned mischievously, gently tracing his thumb along her silky lips, reveling in the pulsating tension emanating from her as she tightly clenched her legs. The shiver in her fingers, desperately clutching onto her enticing black dress, aroused him in the most illicit of ways.

Killian was right. Rara Morris was a muse. A muse for their pleasure.

When his thumb gently parted her lips, she let out a soft gasp. Ralph bit his lower lip, uncontrollably roused. "You like it?" Rara tilted her head up, her lips parted Ralph could see her eyes blinking behind the blindfold. It took all his energy to not have her right now-and here. When she didn't responded, he leaned down, his nose almost touching her neck as she shuddered. "I know you like it, topolìno."

His velvety words caressed her every inch, even the part she didn't realised existed in her. It was forbidden, untouched. Rara was swooned by him, she couldn't deny anymore. Ralph Romano was not just an attractive man to her, but also someone who had control over her. It was an exciting and unfamiliar experience. She didn't know how to analyse this situation where she desired to be with him, but her responsibilities as her father's daughter stood in her way.

She felt incredibly helpless. Where her head was manipulated to make her father happy, her heart wanted something different. Something different as a six feet three inches man, with gorgeous cold emerald eyes that took her breath away everytime they were raised to gaze at her, the man she shouldn't want but couldn't stop needing.

Her body shivered with cold as he pulled away and walked to the canvas. Rara couldn't see anything, yet she knew he was staring at her. This notion made the nipples beneath the material of the dress hardened, she nervously fisted the skirt on her lap as her clueless eyes blinked.

Ralph picked up the brush and without looking at the canvas, he skillfully stroked each perfect curve, longing to do the same with his lips upon her own. Break her in his arms. Rara fidgeted with her hands, her head hazy as blood rushed through her veins violently.

She yearned to immerse herself in his very being, to get lost in his moments of vulnerability. Yearning for a taste of abandon, she wished to be consumed by the intoxication of his scented exhales. Her whole being trembled at the mere thought. Never before had she desired something with such fervor, this man being her ultimate craving. It felt morally wrong, yet she longed to embrace her inner rebel. All for him.

With a wicked chuckle, Ralph seemed to possess the uncanny ability to tap into her innermost reflections. The strokes of his brush danced on the canvas, transforming her complexion into a vibrant flush, tinged with his blood. The rich crimson hue coursed through his veins, igniting an exhilarating rush, as he couldn't help but release a blissful groan. It was undeniable-she was destined to become his exquisite doll, ready to be brought to life.

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