The Foiled Plan (War of Sins Book 2)

‘You’re magnificent,’ he says as he comes up for air. ‘I love making you come. The taste of you on my tongue. The feel of your body against mine. You’re all that’s gentle, soft, and lovely. And you’re all mine.’

His hands moving down to my hips, he pulls me closer towards him just as he advances, his mouth laying a kiss at the top of my mound before going higher.

He lays small kisses all over my belly until he reaches the valley of my breasts. Wrapping his lips around a nipple, he sucks it into his mouth.

‘You drive me so fucking crazy,’ he rasps as he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Soon, I’m back on the edge of the piano, his body wedged between my legs.

‘You, too. God, I don’t think you realize what you do to me, Raf,’ I tell him as I wrap my legs around his hips, the hard ridge of him nestled right where I want him to. ‘You make me lose my mind, and you’re still wearing too many clothes,’ I tell him with a smile.

He smirks at me, leaning down to swipe his tongue over my lips before seeking entrance to my mouth. His hand on my nape, he brings me wholly into him as he devours my mouth and makes me lose my senses.

How is it possible for two bodies to act so in sync? For two distinct people to feel so distinctly one? How is it possible to feel him so deeply in my soul when he isn’t even inside of me.

Our tongues tangle together in a frantic dance, our mouths fused together and working at a pace that awakens the butterflies in my stomach once more. There’s an imperative need to feel closer to him, to merge with him and become one.

Taking his lip between my teeth, I pull it back, taking the chance to look into his eyes as my hands work on the buttons of his shirt.

His eyes are glazed with arousal—his pupils large and overshadowing his irises. And that’s how I know he’s mine—when the blue of his eyes becomes the darkness of my desire.

With hurried movements, I get frustrated when his buttons don’t give way. Instead, I tug at them until they fly on the floor, scattering around.

He has an amused expression on his face, but he doesn’t stop me.

I quickly push the shirt off him, taking a moment to run my hands over his hard chest.

Releasing a satisfied sigh, I can’t help but admire his physique, his muscles coiling under my fingertips.

Going lower, I hover over the hard plane of his stomach, the ridges that speak of hours of training and hard labor—how hard he’d worked to get where he is.

I briefly remember the Raf I’d seen in the video Michele had shown me. He’d been so thin back then, a mountain of difference to the man he is now.

‘You’re so strong,’ I murmur, skimming my lips over his chin before going lower, to his neck and pecs. ‘There’s so much strength radiating from you, Raf… You make me feel so safe.’

‘Always,’ he replies, watching me intently as I pepper kisses all over his body.

Hopping off the piano, I switch our positions, backing him against the edge as I start exploring his body.

I haven’t had the opportunity to do it so leisurely before, and I find myself getting addicted to his hard and unyielding edges.

He’s easily twice my size, both height and weight wise, yet he doesn’t scare me—not even close. He makes me feel secure, and confident in a way I’d never felt before.

Dragging my lips down his chest, I reach his nipples, wrapping my lips around them in an effort to show him what he does to my body—to give him the same pleasure.

‘Ah, pretty girl,’ he says in a hoarse voice, his eyes fluttering closed.

‘I love your body,’ I tell him, licking downwards until I reach his abdominals. ‘I love every scar on your body,’ I say as I lavish attention on every faded mark and every indentation.

His body, not unlike my own, is a canvas that speaks of the past. Every little scar bears witness to suffering and perseverance. There are gunshot wounds, lash marks and knife cuts, all telling me just how much this man has suffered before.

He’s here.

And that’s all that matters.

Dropping to my knees, I look up at him to find him watching me with so much love my heart nearly bursts in my chest.

I bring my hands to his pants, unzipping them and tugging them down. His length immediately springs free, almost slapping my face in the process.

I give a small chuckle that he returns as he threads his fingers through my hair.

‘You’re going to be the death of me,’ I joke, wrapping my hand around his cock.

‘Is that so?’ He raises a brow. ‘I must say, death by my dick doesn’t sound so bad, does it?’

‘I’ll take what I can get,’ I shrug, amused, fisting both hands over his length and moving them up and down.

He hisses at the contact, especially as I bring my tongue to swipe at the head.

‘I love the taste of you,’ I confess, licking the precum off the tip. It’s salty, and musky, but the moment the taste hits my tongue, my pussy contracts in anticipation.

‘And I love your mouth on me. God,’ his breath hitches. ‘I fucking love anything you do to me,’ he says, and I gain even more confidence to explore him. ‘You can do no wrong,’ he assures me.

Opening my mouth wide, I take the tip inside, swirling my tongue all around it and sucking it into my mouth. His groans are my guides, and I do my best to drive him crazy—just like he did with me.

He’s so thick and long, I only manage to get half of him inside before I start gagging.

‘Fuck, Noelle. Just like that,’ he brings his hand to my check as he caresses me. ‘Drench me in your spit,’ he instructs, and I do. I gather all my spit and lather it around his cock, using my hands to jerk him up and down while I suck on the tip.

‘Let me feel your throat,’ his deep voice demands, and I can only comply as I let him push his length into my mouth until I feel the head against the back of my throat.

I try to relax my throat as he slowly thrusts into my mouth.

‘God, Noelle,’ he rasps, his voice needy and full of arousal.

I revel in my power and the fact that I can make him lose his control like this. And as his moves become more and more uncoordinated, I know I must be doing something right.

I’d looked up all sort of tricks to make sure I please him as much as he pleases me, but I’d never thought I would enjoy going down on him as much as I do. It’s such an intimate act, but more than anything, I love the way he opens up for me, every emotion on his face for me to see.

There’s the vulnerability, and the want—all mine.

‘Enough,’ he breathes harshly as he stops me. Replacing his cock with his thumb, he tips my chin up to look at him. ‘I need to come inside of you.’

I nod my agreement.

At this point, no matter what he told me to do, I would do it. I’m so far gone that every word he utters is like an automatic command for my brain.

Please.

That’s what I want the most. To please him and give him as much pleasure as he’s given me.

Swooping me up, he places once more on the piano, and taking a step back, he proceeds to remove the last pieces of clothing from his body until he’s as naked as I am.

Unwittingly my eyes are drawn to his hard cock as it strains against his stomach. He’s big, and growing even bigger under my gaze. Instinctively, I clench my thighs together, both in anticipation and trepidation. Because even through the haze of desire currently residing over my mind, there’s still the fear of the unknown—that it might hurt.

His hands are on my knees as he spreads my thighs apart, coming to rest between my legs. I feel the tip of his cock against my pussy, but he doesn’t move.

Sensing my slight apprehension, he dips his head, capturing my lips with his, one arm snaking across my waist as he brings me closer.

‘We can stop if you want,’ he whispers as he breaks the kiss. ‘We don’t need to…’

Lifting my finger to his lips, I shush him.

‘I want you, Raf. I want all of you.’

A smile spreads over his lips.

‘And you’ll have me. All of me.’

He grabs the base of his cock, guiding the tip to my center. Still, he doesn’t push in. Gliding the head between my lips, he coats it in my arousal all the while circling my clit with it.

‘You’re so fucking wet, pretty girl,’ he rasps, his eyes on mine as he brings the tip to my entrance. ‘This is mine, now, Noelle,’ he adds with a decadent intensity. ‘Once I’m inside you, my cock is the only one you’ll ever know. I don’t do half measures. If anyone else thinks to come near you, I’ll put a fucking bullet through their brains. Understood?’

Wetting my lips, I nod.

‘I would never want someone who is not you. You already own me, Raf. So take me,’ I urge him softly.

A triumphant smile spreads across his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushes into me.

My mouth opens on a silent moan. Lost in his eyes, I can only look at him as I feel the head of his cock breaching me.

‘Ok?’ He asks before advancing forward. ‘Tell me if it hurts,’ he says gently.

I nod, and he pushes inside even more. There’s a slight burning sensation as he slowly fills me, stretching me to accommodate his girth. The more he advances, the more my discomfort disappears.

‘Fuck, Noelle. You feel so good. Like you were made for me. For me and me alone.’

He’s only halfway in at this point, but already, I feel something build inside of me. Raising my hips, I wiggle a little in signal that he can go all the way inside. Grabbing my hips, he leans in to kiss me.

In one smooth slide, he thrusts into me.

I draw a breath in.

The world stills.

My hands cling to his shoulders as I hold on to him, my heart exploding in my chest as a multitude of sensations take over my body.

Shock.

Lust.

Love.

Predestination.

My walls close around him like a fine glove. He fits inside me like we were molded from one whole, separated only to be reunited like this.

And as I part my lips over his mouth, dragging them lower to his chin and neck, his salty and spicy taste hitting my tongue, he tastes like mine.

Like he’s been mine all along.

‘Noelle,’ he calls my name, his voice harsh, his breathing even harsher. ‘You’re killing me, pretty girl. I swear I’ve never known heaven until this… Fuck…’ he mumbles incoherently. ‘Your sweet pussy is fucking milking my cock. Shit… I don’t know how I’m going to last.’

‘Whatever you do to me, Raf, I’m yours,’ I tell him.

‘Sweet Jesus,’ he shakes his head, his forehead on top of mine as he takes a deep breath. ‘You’re strangling my cock, pretty girl. That tight pussy of yours is trying to kill me,’ he rasps through gritted teeth, as if barely keeping himself under control.

‘Tell me I can move. Please,’ an anguished sound escapes him, and I urge him on, wrapping my legs around him as he draws back, his shaft caressing me on the inside before he surges forth once more, hitting a spot so deep within me I gasp.

‘Again,’ I tell him.

He pulls back until only the tip is still inside before slamming back in, his thrust making me reel.

‘I’m not going to last, baby. But I promise I’ll make it up to you,’ he vows, and a few thrusts later I feel him come inside of me.

His mouth on my shoulder, he bites my skin with the power of his release.

My arms and legs are wrapped around him, trapping him within me. But he has no intention of moving. And as he regains his breath, he tells me right so.

‘I’ll make it better,’ he promises. ‘You’re just so fucking hot and… God…’ he shakes his head. ‘I have no control when it comes to you.’

‘I like having you inside of me,’ I tell him as I caress his cheek, taking him in.

He’s so handsome, the hard planes of his face and angular features complemented by the softness of his piercing eyes and the fullness of his kissable mouth.

‘I swear I’ll make it up to you,’ he continues, his mouth on my neck as he nibbles at my skin, sucking it in and leaving his mark on me.

‘I know you will. You can’t do anything wrong to me, Raf. I’ll love everything you do,’ I tell him gently. It’s not only my first time, but it’s his as well, and we’re figuring this out as we go. Just being with him is enough for me.

He continues to pepper kisses all over my skin, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he breathes, but the truth is that he makes me feel beautiful. ‘So entirely mine,’ just as he says the word, he pulls back.

I try to protest, but he slams his hard length back inside of me, making me gasp.

‘I’m going to fuck you now, pretty girl. Any objections?’

I shake my head, a languid smile on my lips.

‘Good,’ he purrs, grabbing my hips and thrusting hard into me. Our mixed juices help him slide easier inside of me.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh resounds in the air, drowned out only by our joint breaths and moans.

‘Raf…’ I open my mouth to say something, but I forget the words, his cock doing wonders to me as he moves.

‘That’s it, Noelle. I want to feel you come on my cock,’ he commands as he continues to slide in and out of me, increasing the speed until I feel myself on the edge of a precipice.

‘I… I think I’m close,’ I tell him, my nails digging in his back as I attempt to bring him closer to me.

‘Fuck,’ he swears, sneaking his hand between our bodies to touch my clit.

A zap of electricity goes through my body as he continues to flick it. Soon, my entire body goes limp as my orgasm tears through me, my walls clutching at him.

His mouth finds my shoulder again as he bites my flesh, pain and pleasure mingling together and making me lose my mind.

In that moment there’s nothing else but him and I—not two, just one.

‘My God, Noelle,’ he groans.

His hands cup my ass as he lifts me in the air. Our size difference makes it easy for him to hold my entire weight while he slides me up and down his cock.

He surprises me, though, as he continues to thrust into me while moving, exiting the piano room and going to our bedroom.

‘I’m just getting started, pretty girl. I’ve dreamed of fucking you for too long,’ he rasps. ‘I’m not letting you go. I’m going to fucking imprint myself in you.’

‘Oh, Raf. You already have,’ I sigh in pleasure.

He imprinted himself on me from the very first moment. And now that I know him intimately, I can only confirm what I’ve known all along. There’s only him for me.

I belong to him in a way I’d never thought possible.

Suddenly, he throws me in the middle of the bed, my back making contact with the clean sheets. My pussy clenches, already feeling his absence.

But as I look at him, standing naked at the edge of the bed, his hand working his cock as his eyes are glued between my legs, I find myself growing even more aroused—is that possible?

‘Fucking hell, pretty girl,’ he swears. ‘My cum’s leaking out of your pussy and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,’ he says, his teeth raking over his bottom lip.

The respite is brief, however, as he drags me towards him before flipping me on my belly.

I gasp at the sudden switch in positions, but I don’t protest as I feel him spread my ass cheeks, dragging his cock along my folds and splaying our mixed juices around.

‘You’re mine. Your perfect little body is mine,’ he says, pushing the head into me before taking it out, only to do it all over again, teasing me to no end. ‘Your beautiful heart is mine,’ he rasps thickly. ‘Every inch of you is mine,’ he states.

‘Yours,’ I reply enthusiastically, thrusting my ass towards him.

While every orgasm he’d ever given me had felt like heaven, there’s something different about coming with his dick inside of me. Something that ties us together in a unique way.

Just as I think I can’t take it any longer, he’s inside me, surging in at full speed and filling me to the brim.

‘Fuck,’ he groans at the same time as a loud moan escapes me. ‘That’s it, pretty girl. Scream my name. Tell me how much you love having my cock wreck your tight little body,’ his voice makes me tremble, his thick length stretching me as it thrusts into me, only to retreat and make me whimper at the loss.

‘Raf,’ I cry out. ‘Please… More…’

‘What do you want? Give me the words,’ he challenges.

‘Fuck me harder, please,’ I plead.

‘My pleasure,’ he leans over my body, kissing my shoulder as he snakes his arm around, his fingers wrapping around my neck as his hips start pistoning in and out of me.

The pressure keeps building, his hold on my throat only making me wetter.

He increases his speed until he’s fucking me so hard I’m seeing stars.

My eyes close, and I no longer have any notion of existing, or of being. I’m just a mess of sensations at his mercy. He’s destroying me and putting me back together just to do it all over again.

‘You’re my heart, Noelle. My fucking everything. You have no idea how much you mean to me,’ he speaks in my ear, his voice rough.

Tears burn at the corner of my eyes, and my cries intensify the more he thrusts into me. Like a savage, his grip is almost bruising, but in the most delicious type of way. And before I know it, my climax is upon me, my entire body combusting as I start trembling uncontrollably.

He continues to fuck me until he shouts his own release, his cock jerking inside of me as more cum floods my insides.

Pulling out of me, he turns me to my side, cradling me to his chest as he murmurs sweet words to me.

‘I love you, Raf,’ I murmur, depleted of my strength.

‘I adore you,’ he replies, kissing the tip of my nose.

A while later, I languidly stretch on the bed, sated and content. Sneaking a peek at Raf, it’s to find him watching me intently.

He’s on his stomach, and I swallow hard as I take in the shape of his body, from his broad shoulders to his shapely ass—everything is perfect.

And he’s mine.

How did I ever get so lucky?

‘What are you thinking about?’ I whisper, peering at him.

His mouth spreads in a satisfied smile.

‘That our marriage is officially consummated. You can’t get rid of me now.’

‘As if I wanted to,’ I snort playfully.

‘Still, you’re chained to me now. Forever.’

‘I quite like the notion of that,’ I bat my lashes at him.

Moving closer to him, I drape my leg over his body, placing my cheek on his skin as I trace the hard ridges on his back.

I can tell he’s been caned and lashed, long and narrow indentures spreading across his skin in what must have been debilitating pain at some point.

‘You know,’ he starts, and with my ear on his back, I hear his vibrations as he speaks, the sounds so intimate and unique. ‘There’s a reason I didn’t have sex until now.’

‘Hmm?’ I steel myself, not wanting to hear about his loyalty to Lucero or how he thought she’d be his forever.

‘I’ve never told this to anyone before,’ I feel him smile, his voice a little hesitant. ‘But I was waiting.’

‘You were waiting?’ I repeat, surprised.

‘Yeah. I was waiting for it to mean something. I was waiting to feel something.’

I blink, taken aback by his confession. Slowly, a smile forms on my lips.

‘So you waited for marriage,’ I tease gently.

‘You could say that,’ he chuckles. ‘From when I was old enough to understand what love was, and from seeing my own parents in love, I knew I could never do it without feelings.’

Moving back, I tilt my head to look him in the eye. His expression is shrouded in tranquility as he looks at me languidly, his lips tipped up.

‘I could never just fuck someone, pretty girl,’ he tells me softly.

‘You fucked me,’ I raise a brow in challenge, amusement playing at my lips.

‘I did,’ he rumbles. ‘But even when I fuck you, I’m making love to you, Noelle. Never doubt that. No matter how hard or dirty or out of control I take you, I’m still making love to you.’

A blush climbs up my cheeks, a sudden shyness overtaking me.

‘I like that,’ I confess. ‘I like that I’m the only one who knows this side of you. And more than anything, I’m honored that you waited for me,‘ I say, wetting my lips as I flutter my lashes at him, waiting for his reply. Maybe it’s bold of me to say he’d waited for me specifically, but that’s how I want to imagine it.

His hand finds mine as he gives me a quick squeeze.

‘I was waiting for you. For this. For everything you make me feel. This feels right.’

‘It does.’

He gives me a quick tug, bringing me flush against his body as he nuzzles his face against my throat, slowly kissing his way up.

His lips are gentle, his touch feather-like and all the feelings he was talking about are suddenly translated in his gestures—the way he tends to me like I’m a precious thing. And when he kisses my lips, I’m once again reminded that I’ve been waiting for this too—this once in a lifetime feeling of being complete, of feeling so whole I’m about to burst with happiness.

I kiss him back, showing him with my lips that he’s my something more too. And suddenly, I understand why I’d never so much felt anything for another man, why no one had ever even entered my radar.

From the beginning, I was waiting for him, too.

We kiss and kiss, enjoying the simple act of intimacy that has the power to convey so much. And in every brush of his lips, I feel everything—the spoken and the unspoken.

Rafaelo Guerra is mine. Truly mine.

A while later, wrapped in each other’s arms, I feel him tensing as his gaze flies far away.

‘Did Michele lie, or did he show you the video of…’ he trails off.

‘Of you and Armand?’

He has a worried expression on his face as he nods.

‘He did,’ I admit, knowing we would need to have this conversation at some point. Now, more than ever, my heart bleeds for him and what was so brutally taken from him.

He doesn’t answer for a moment. Closing his eyes, he releases a deep breath.

‘What was in the video?’ He eventually asks.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ I try to assure him, but as he insists, I tell him.

His features draw back in pain as he listens.

‘I never wanted you to see that part of my life, Noelle,’ he says as he turns to his side, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. ‘I never wanted you to see and…look at me differently.’

‘I could never look at you differently, Raf. How could I when it wasn’t your fault? When that video only showed your suffering?’

‘Pretty girl…’

‘Armand was disgusting for raping you and your brother was even more disgusting for deriving satisfaction from it. He was a sick bastard and I’m glad he’s dead,’ I add vehemently.

He purses his lips, swirling his thumb across my cheek.

‘You’re not disgusted with me?’

My eyes widen when I realize he’s in earnest.

Dragging myself to a sitting position, I move closer to him, placing my hand on his chest.

‘I care about what’s here. I love the man inside.’

‘But you saw,’ his anguished voice startles me. ‘You saw him fucking me.’ Pain is written all over his face and my soul hurts for him.

‘He was raping you. There’s a difference, Raf,’ I pause as I gather my thoughts. ‘I didn’t tell you before, but for me to get pregnant, there was only one possible explanation,’ I confess.

His eyes meet mine as realization slowly seeps in.

‘You mean…’

‘Yes. I know it deep in my heart that I would have never willingly slept with someone. Yet do you revile me for it?’ My brows crease as I regard him. ‘Are you disgusted with me because of that?’

‘Of course not,’ he immediately replies, his hand covering my own. ‘Never,’ he shakes his head.

‘That’s exactly how I feel about you, Raf. I don’t think any less of you. If anything, I hurt for the things you were subjected to. My soul weeps for everything you went through.’

‘Noelle, God,’ he groans, burying his head in my lap. ‘How is it that you can offer me so much peace when I’ve known nothing but clamoring noise for the last three years?’

‘It goes both ways. You’re my safe haven,’ I whisper as I caress his forehead, threading my fingers through his hair.

He settles comfortably in my lap, and the words start pouring out of him as he tells me about his time with Armand. I listen attentively, my eyes red, my cheeks wet as tears fall unbidden. He tells me of the horrors he endured at Armand’s hands and how he only managed to survive by thrusting it all to a deep corner of his mind, creating a box for the unwanted memories. Yet for everything he’s recounting, I can’t help but feel I’m only getting a censored snapshot of it. And that pains me more.

‘We’re not that different. Your brain acted on your behalf, creating a self-defense mechanism and prompting you to forget all the horrors that happened to you. Mine,’ he chuckles drily, ‘left it up to me, to push everything aside and deal with it one step at a time.’

‘Your version sounds a little healthier,’ I joke. ‘Because I don’t want to imagine what would happen if all my memories came back at once.’

They would end me. Plain and simple. They would wreck my sanity and really turn me into the crazy woman everyone thinks I am.

It’s one of the reasons I’ve taken my therapy so seriously. I’ve realized that what happened to me was worse than I’d previously thought, and as such, I need to be prepared for when all hell breaks loose.

And it will.

My brain is a damned time bomb waiting to go off.