The Alpha’s Little Rogue (Alessia) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

Daphne's POV It feels nice when you're being fucked into oblivion but it feels just as good when you're getting a huge cuddle afterwards.

The second scenario is what's happening to me right now and I'm loving every second of it.

Raphael's fingers run through my hair, smoothing it down my back while I draw random shapes on his naked chest with my fingertips.

"Raphael," I start, lifting my head and placing my chin on his chest.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat and I take it as a sign to continue talking.

"I was thinking of giving you a key to the front door," I whisper, allowing my gaze to fall from his. I've been thinking about this for days now and it seems like the perfect thing to do. Not only will it save me the stress of waiting for Raphael to show up, but it will also allow him to have a c c e s s to the h o u s e if ever there's a time I'm not present.

His fingers on my chin tip my head back and I find him with a breathtaking smile on his face. "You want to give me the key to your house?" He asks, sounding too smug for my liking and making me reconsider my decision.

"Forget I mentioned it," I rush out and go back to drawing on his c h e s t .

"Oh hell no!" Raphael exclaims and his fingers grip my chin again and tip my head back up. "You've said it. There are no takebacks."

I roll my eyes. He's such a child. Maybe that's why I actually know how to deal with him.

"Could you repeat it?" He asks teasingly. "I didn't quite hear you the first time."

I roll my eyes again. Heck, at the rate I'm going, my eyeballs might just take a permanent residence behind my head. "Stop playing around. You heard what I said," I scold. I don't know why but I can actually feel my cheeks heating up as Raphael stares at me intensely. Geez, it's just a goddamn key. Why is he making it into m o r e than it is?

With his fingers still on my chin, he holds my face and places a kiss on my lips. "Thank you," he murmur against my lips and I feel that stupid feeling in my heart. It has been occurring more often a n d I don't k n o w h o w to deal with it.

So, I do the only thing that I can. I deflate. "It's just a key," I say with a laugh.

"Why don't I show you just how much I appreciate said key." With a naughty smile, he flips us over so that l'm under, grips the back of my knees, and settles between my legs.