Elysian Secrets

Kabanata 44- Final Part

Bago pa man nito madugtungan ang sinabi, she slammed her fist into his shoulder na ikinaatras nito, surprise registering in his eyes. Before he could even recover, she hit him again. And again, each strike more savage than the last. She screamed curses at him she herself couldn't understand, her fury escalating with each blow she lands on him. Uncaring even when she's hurting herself in the process. 

His fingers clamped onto her upper arms like manacles as he shook her violently. He may have stopped her fists, but she still had her feet—and she made good use of them. She drove her foot into his shin, hard, forcing a curse from his lips.

"Fuck, Guiliana," hiyaw nito na ikinangisi niya. 

Nang akmang tutuhurin na niya ang lalaki, maagap siya nitong napigilan sa pamamagitan nang muling pagdiin sa kanya sa pader ng elevator gamit ang sarili nitong katawan. Nagpumiglas siya, pero mahigpit na siya nitong niyakap. Sinapo ng palad nito ang likod ng kanyang ulo at ibinaon ang mukha niya sa dibdib. 

"Christ, sugar, calm down before you do something you'll regret." Mabini nitong hinaplos ang ulo niya. "Niccolo can't be an only child. Isipin mo si Oliver. We don't want our son growing up to be a spoiled brat like him, do we?"

It's official: Raphael Maximilian Mondragon is an insufferable bastard. So, she bit him, only to be horrified to feel his clothes-covered cock harden even more and press against her thigh. 

Tiningala niya ito. "Really? This--me hurting you-- turns you on?"

His wicked grin makes her want to beat him again. "What can I say? I'm a kinky bastard, and you gave me a taste of domination before—turns out, I really like it coming from you."

"I hate you."

Mahina itong tumawa habang dahan-dahang inaangat ang isa niyang hita para magkaroon ito ng puwang sa pagitan niya. The press of his bulge against her mound leaves no room for misunderstanding about what he wants. "Kinky" doesn't even come close to describing Raphael's level of depravity. Ito lang ang taong kilala niya na naliligayahan at nalilibugan na masabihan ng 'I hate you'. Are they even using the same dictionary?

"I hate you, too." Kumibit-balikat ito at binuhat siya. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support. Marahan naman siya nitong nilapatan ng halik ang kanyang noo. "Sometimes."

Tinitigan niya ang lalaki. Her gaze lingered on the reddening cheek she had slapped and the bruises she'd left on his shoulders and chest. She deflated like a popped balloon seeing the damaged she caused. 

If the Abbess saw her now, the older woman would have been very disappointed. She's not and will never be a pain mistress. Her kind of domina should have never subjected her supplicants to the abuse Raphael got from her tonight. It's his damn fault. He knows exactly how to push her buttons and drive her insane—just as insane as he is. 

Ibinaon niya ang mukha sa balikat nito at bumuntong-hininga. "I really, really hate you."

"Uh, huh. We've already established that." Mahina niyang tinampal ang balikat nito na hindi nag-aangat g mukha. Isang mabining halik sa  likod ng kamay niyang nanakit dito ang ganti nito, bago siya niyakap at hinagod ang kanyang likod. 

"I've never hurt any of my subs before," she confessed.

He shrugged. "I'm not your sub. Are you calm now?" 

"Madali lang sa iyong sabihin 'yan. Hindi ikaw ang hinubaran at pinagpipiyestahan ng mga mata ng kung sino mang nasa likod ng camera na nandito sa loob ng elevator."

He scoffed. "Give me some credit. You're mine, and I don't share well. While I'm here, no one else has access to this elevator. Online or otherwise."

"It's good to be you, huh?" bulong niya.

A low growl rumbled beneath the disbelieving snort he let out. Napaangat siya ng ulo at natulak ang dibdib nito palayo para matitigan niya ang mukha nito. 

"Hindi rin. When I'm with your annoyingly beautiful, secretive self, being me feels like the absolute worst. But since we're stuck with each other, for better or worse, I guess I'll just have to live with it. Besides, you'll make it up to me so well, it'll definitely be worth my while."

Muli niyang naramdaman ang lamig ng sahig sa kanyang talampakan nang dahan-dahan siya nitong ibinaba. Binigyan lang siya nito ng sapat na espasyo para makatayo pero pinalilibutan pa rin siya ng presensiya nito. 

She realized the elevator had stopped moving ages ago, and she was trapped inside it with an unpredictable Raphael, who seemed to be debating with himself whether to attack her or not. If—or when—he decided to make his move, she would have nowhere to escape. 

With dread running down her spine, she asked. "And how exactly do you expect me to make it up to you?"

The grin he flashed her was so wicked, it was a wonder he wasn't bursting into flames right then and there. 

"Oh, you know, just sex—the intensely raw kind. Hot, sweaty, and deliciously filthy. Lots of it, too, until we're both utterly spent, tangled in the sheets and each other, unable to tell where you end and I begin. Maybe by then, you'll be too exhausted to resist, and you'll surrender completely, giving me everything I crave. Your honesty, for one."

Wala siyang nasagot sa mga pinagsasabi nito at nanatiling nakasandig sa pader, humihiling na sana magkaroon siya ng kapangyarihang lumusot doon. 

Raphael loomed over her, causing her to shrink back . "You need to learn how to share and be fair with me, Guiliana. Give me a finger sometimes and trust that I won't take your whole arm afterwards, no matter how tempting you might be. You know I'm not that kind of man. Stop insulting me."

He slammed the panel behind her, and as the elevator doors flew open, she stumbled out, her bra dropping to the floor. Wide-eyed, she stared at Raphael, who stood between the metal doors, holding them open and grinning maniacally.

He flicked his finger toward the hallway behind her. "Go on, sugar. You wanted to run, right?" Hindi na siya naghintay nang kaladong imbitasyon at tinalikdan na ito. 

She sprinted to the nearest door, only to find it locked. Desperate, she dashed to the next, Raphael's chuckles echoing behind her. His laughter she could take, but when she glanced back to see him leisurely stripping off his clothes one by one, her panic surged. 

Ignoring the hallway of locked doors, she focused on the light at the end of the corridor. There's an open door there. She had to reach it—otherwise, she's fucked. The heat spreading from her chest to her face and the growing wetness between her thighs as she run told her she is already fucked. It's just a question of where she's going to get it tonight. 

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Does this remind you that I write slowburn stuff, mas mabilis pa ang pagong? 😅