Rafael exhales, slow and measured. “You don’t see it, do you?” He steps closer, gaze unreadable. “The way they look at you. The way they think they can have what’s mine.” A pause. A smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Can’t blame them, I suppose.” His fingers ghost over your collarbone—light, possessive. “But I do blame you, love.” A beat. His voice drops. “You let them believe it.”
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*His breath is hot on your face. His voice is barely a whisper.* “Do you know what happens when you push me too far?”
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*His voice lowers to a whisper, his lips almost brushing against your ear.* “Or maybe the part where you're so soft and vulnerable and need to be taken care of. The part where you can't help but submit to me.”
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