Because Of Love

Rafe used one hand to tilt Gabriella’s hips into position and with the other he cupped her chin and turned her head away from him. He kept their bodies separated except for the one part he intended to use before he turned his head the other direction, keeping his mind filled with Talia’s image when she was nearing her orgasm. He drew his hips back then slammed into Gabriella making her scream. He held her mouth shut with his fingers. He didn’t want her voice marring his fantasies.

He knew he should wait for her to get used to the forceful invasion but he didn’t. He pounded into her at a fast pace, going deeper and harder with each stroke. Gabriella held onto his arms, trying to pull him closer but he held her back, riding her with even more intensity.

It was Talia he had pressed against the shower wall. It was Talia who bucked against him wanting to get closer to him and the only reason he kept their bodies separate was because he wanted to drive her crazy with need. It was Talia who made the muffled noises of pleasure, and in his mind, he could hear her clearly cry out and moan his name as he pounded into her like a man starved. It was Talia’s legs that tightened around his waist as she began to shake from the onset of her orgasm. In his mind he could feel her hands grabbing at him, her finger nails digging into his flesh and drawing blood. He could feel her breath on his neck blowing hot puffs of air with each deep stroke inside her. He could feel her lush lips crush against his as he ravaged her mouth, sucking on her lower lip as her mouth fell open to allow her scream of release. It was Talia’s body that tightened around him like a clenching fist when she came, and Rafe kept pounding harder, drawing out her orgasm and deepening his own pleasure.

But when he felt his balls tighten, he came back to reality and he quickly drew out of Gabriella, just in time to shoot his cum on the wall. He quickly lowered her to the ground and moved to stand directly under the shower sprays fighting to catch his breath as he waited.

There was nothing. That feeling that always came after completion in Talia’s arms, being inside of her was absent. Because as much as he fantasized, it hadn’t been Talia but Gabriella he’d just fucked and not made love to. In fact, he felt guilty. Talia was right above him, and he’d just had sex with Gabriella.

Rafe chuckled shaking his head. I feel guilty for having sex with my fiancé behind my cheating ex-girlfriend’s back. “This is rich!”

“Amore, that was perfect. I want to do it again,” Gabriella purred in Rafe’s ear, making him cringe.

Fiancé or not, there was no way that was being repeated with Talia so close by.

He turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel as he left the bathroom. “Non, Gabriella.”

“Perché non why not?” she whined behind him. “It was perfecto, better than all the other times we’ve made love. I know you want me, so why not?”

Better because I was thinking of Talia while I was inside you. And no, it’s not you I want.

If he dared say those words out loud, the shriek she would let loose would deafen him. Then his father would be banging down the door… no, he didn’t want any of that at the moment. Just the thought worsened the pounding in his temples. He needed an aspirin.

When they reached his room, Rafe saw her clothes laid out on his bed. The sooner she got them on, the sooner she could leave.

“I don’t want distractions when I’m trying to resolve yesterday’s fiasco.”

She pouted, crossing her arms under her breasts. Too small, too white, too pink, he thought.

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Rafe clenched his jaw begging for patience. “She was not my mistress.” She was the love of my life, she still is, he confessed to himself.

“So her bambino is not yours?” Before he could answer she waved him silent. “It doesn’t matter. If the bambino is yours, we will simply take it and raise it as ours.”

Rafe heard the words, but the look in her eyes told him she had no intention of raising his bastard son. Gabriella would probably pass him off to a nanny, and tolerate his existence until he was old enough to be shipped off to a boarding school a continent away.

That wouldn’t sit well with Rafe. It made him think of his own children with her.

“Gabriella, do you wish for us to have children?”

She scrunched up her face with disgust and he got his answer, though she went ahead and answered, “Maybe two, a boy and a girl unless our first child is a boy. For our parents’ sakes.” She rolled her eyes. “Madre would nag me forever if I say no. I know you don’t want children either.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What gave you that impression?”

She stared up at him as if he’d lost his mind. She turned to the bed, picked up her underwear, and began pulling them on. “You didn’t come inside me. If you did want rug-rats running around your legs shouting their little heads off you would have, no? Your padre said getting pregnant now is a good idea.”

“Mia padre!” Rafe hissed and his anger was lost to Gabriella as she continued to dress, her back to him.

“Who do you think gave me the key?” Once done, she approached him. Standing on her toes, she kissed him on the lips. “Rafe, you were magnifico as always. I hope we do that again and soon, but I would like to go to Paris. No need to waste a perfect vacation, no?”

Rafe nodded happy to be rid of her. “Have fun.”

She blew him a kiss as she walked away and Rafe rolled his eyes at her back, though relieved to see it. He then reached for the phone and called the building manager, and demanded a locksmith change the locks on the doors. The next thing he needed to do was find out how his father got a copy of his condo keys.