Chapter 12. Just Once? (1)

Angelina

Her heart was beating too fast for comfort, not believing she could be this bold. She had just propositioned Rafael for a night of hot sex.

“You can still leave, Angelina.” His deep velvety voice made her shudder. “Once I join you on that bed, I won’t let you go until I make you cum screaming my name. Until I fill your pussy to the brim.”

Her legs clenched at his words. “I expect no less from you, Patrón.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you protected?”

“You mean you don’t want me to get pregnant?” she asked. Her voice was breathless.

He scowled. “I don’t have condoms.”

“I had the shots.” She was given one by a physician months ago at the hospital when they removed her stitches.

“And I am clean. I haven’t fucked anyone for a long time. I haven’t had sex without protection. Not even once. Tonight though I want you raw.”

Why were they having this conversation? He didn’t want children, too? Most likely.

Well, this was a one-n