“And why would Rafael lose his shit?” A deep voice comes from somewhere behind me.

“Fuck,” Guido mumbles.

I grab a knife and start spreading butter on the bagel I picked up from the platter on the table.

“Good morning, Rafael,” I say like I don’t have a care in the world and slowly swivel around on my chair.

He stands in the kitchen doorway, absolutely motionless, for an excruciatingly drawn-out moment. The only part of him that isn’t stone-still are his eyes. They are scanning my body, pausing on the see-through lacy bra that hides basically nothing, then continuing down my exposed stomach to the small triangle of the matching white thong. I did put on my fluffy cardigan, but I chose to leave it fully unbuttoned.

“Everybody. Out,” Rafael says in a hushed tone as his eyes move back up to my breasts. “RIGHT. THE FUCK. NOW!” he roars with his next breath.

“But, I haven’t finished my breakfast, yet.” I blink at him innocently.

His face is a mask of sheer rage as he crosses the distance and stops right in front of me.

“Guido,” he growls through his teeth, but his furious stare is focused on me. “If there is a single man left in this house in the next ten seconds, I’m going to gut him on the spot. That includes you. GET THE FUCK OUT!”

I take a bite of my bagel and watch Irma and Guido dash past Rafael. They hastily close the kitchen side door following their exit, but it doesn’t suppress the frantic shouts and sounds of commotion elsewhere inside the house.

Rafael leans forward and grips the table on either side of me, caging me with his massive body and arms. He looks so pissed that I wouldn’t be surprised to see fire flaring from his nostrils at any second. “What. The fuck. Are you doing?”

“This was all that was left on my side of the closet. And I won’t wear your clothes again.”

“You will.” He gets in my face. “Even if I have to carry you upstairs and forcibly put one of my shirts on you.”

I bring up my hand and press the tip of the knife under his chin. “Feel free to try. And see what happens.”

Inhaling deeply and with obvious effort, Rafael narrows his eyes at me, then grabs the back of my neck and slams his mouth to mine. I barely have enough time to drop the knife, and it clatters to the hardwood floor with a resounding clang.

“I could have cut you, you idiot,” I mutter into his lips as I return the kiss with equal vigor.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I wind my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against me, and hook my feet behind his back. His hardness presses right into my core, and wetness soaks my thin underwear. My God, I’m so angry at this man, but I still vehemently crave him inside me. He might be a ruthless jerk, but I’m utterly crazy about him.

I draw his lower lip between my teeth, biting it. He bites me back. His right hand flexes on my nape while his left glides up along my inner thigh to the lace covering my pussy.

“You’re fucking soaked, Vasilisa,” Rafael growls, pushing the lace to the side and dragging his finger through my folds.

Tremors rack my body from the raw need I hear in his tone.

“I’m going to lick every last drop of your sweet nectar.” He grabs me under my ass and deposits me on top of the table. “Right the fuck now.”

I’m shaking as I lean back to lie on the cool surface where the plates and cups are still scattered. I reach for the edge, but my hand catches on something, and the unlucky item smashes on the floor. Rafael lifts my right foot and presses his lips on the inside of my ankle, then slowly trails kisses up my leg. When his mouth reaches my pussy, he presses his face to it and inhales.

“Fucking heaven,” he rumbles as he breathes in my scent one more time.

Wrapping his fingers around my ankle, he sets my foot on his shoulder, then shifts his attention to the other leg.

Ankle.

Inner thigh.

Pussy.

He covers every inch of my skin in slow, hard kisses before he hooks my foot over his shoulder. With a low guttural grunt, he tears my thong in half, and the delicate lace falls away.

I’m already half-gone when he buries his face between my legs. My lips part as I strain for more air, trembling with every stroke of his tongue.

Languid. Methodical. He is intent on licking every last drop. My core is quivering with the need for more. I grab his hair, pulling his head into me as I crest the swelling wave of pleasure. His lips close around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I scream. My release is imminent, I can feel it, but Rafael’s touch is suddenly gone.

“More!” I mewl.

“I’ll give you more, vespetta.” A barely-there caress with warm fingers at the entrance to my throbbing core. “But only if you promise to put on my shirt afterward.”

I open my eyes to find Rafael standing between my legs as he continues to tease my pussy, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“No,” I pant.

“You’re sure?” He raises his hand to his mouth and licks my glistening juices off his fingers while staring brazenly into my eyes.

My core clenches with a desperate ache for him, but I keep my mouth shut.

“I don’t think it would take more than ten seconds to make you come at this point.” As if to cement that statement, he places his thumb over my clit, applying the slightest pressure.

I arch my back and shudder in response.

“See?” He slides just the tip of his finger inside me, making me whimper.

The smile on his face turns devilish. With deliberately slow movements, he unzips his pants and releases his huge cock.

“Come here,” he says as he slides his hands under my ass and pulls me toward him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and glare into his eyes. They are locked on mine like magnets while he takes a step to the left and leans my back on the fridge. The head of his cock brushes against my weeping pussy, ratcheting up my frustration even more. I’m losing my sanity because of this man.

He slides his cock into my channel, no further than an inch, and stops. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Damn you,” I moan. “Yes, I’ll wear your fucking shirt.”

His cock plunges inside me with such force that I choke on my breath and fall apart into infinite tiny pieces.

* * *

Steam saturates the air as it rises from the enormous bathtub, fogging the bathroom mirror and the window. I close my eyes and lean my chin on my knees while Rafael strokes my back, drawing random patterns along my spine.

“You have breadcrumbs in your hair.”

“Hmm, must be because you chose to lay me out on the table like a breakfast spread while you fucked my pussy with your mouth.”