The Shark Mafia Boss novel Chapter 20

Olivia POV

I wake up and slowly open my eyes to find myself all tangled up with Raphael. His breathing is calm and steady, he is still asleep.

I look at his face and his mouth is a little opened while he breathes and his hair is messy around his face as if I was hypnotized I move a few strands of his hair from his face and rub my thumb on his lips.

He moves slightly and I move back afraid to wake him up. He looks like an angel while he sleeps.

I get up and walk around until I see a door at the right and I open it to find the bathroom, just what I needed.

I do my business and when I am washing my face, cleaning all the running make up I start to realize that this is not Raphael’s penthouse. So where the hell are we?

I get out of the bathroom to find a wake-up Raphael still lying in bed with his arms crossed behind his head showing off his amazing and tattooed body.

“Hey” – I say crossing my arms and standing against the door.

“Good morning beautiful” – he says and I go a bit red.

“Where are we?”

“My house” – he replied

“This is not your house Raphael. I’ve been to your house before”

“No Love, you’ve been to my penthouse in the city, this is my house” – he smiles at me.

“Oh, I see” – I look around and his room is beautiful

“Coming back to bed?”

I move towards him as if his voice had an effect on my body that I could not resist. I lay down next to him and he pushes me towards him so I am on top of him with one leg on each side of his hips.

“Hi” – he says looking deep into my eyes, and those blue eyes kill me slowly.

“Hi” – I say

He leans forward and gives me a little kiss on my lips, but when he starts to go back I pull him towards me and I kiss him. I need him, I need to feel him, and I need to tease him a little.

His hands grab my hips deepening the kiss, I feel his dick getting hard and I let out a gasp and he takes that opportunity to allow his tongue in my mouth.

The kiss gets deeper and full of desire, his hands are now on my ass, and with one movement I feel my back against the bed and he is on top of me in the middle of my legs putting pressure on my pussy.

I moan a little while I feel one of his hands pulling the t-shirt that was covering my body up, and his hand was on my stomach. I let out a moan feeling his soft hands on my skin, my pussy starts to get really wet, and I bet he can feel it through our clothes.

He pulls away from me and I cry saying his name

“Not yet” – I say

“I can’t do this” – he says while he stands up

“WHAT THE FUCK RAPHAEL?”

He looks at me blankly

“One minute you are kissing me like your life depends on it, the other you push me away, you took care of me in the hospital and when I got home but then no word from you for almost a week, after I send you a selfie fuck knows how you appear at the same bar that I am at and flirt with me and bring me home, fucking make up your mind” – I say while I let it all out

“I want you, more than you will ever know, but I can’t do relationships. I fuck Olivia, that’s what I do”

“Fuck me then” – I say getting frustrated.

“You don’t mean that you are not that kind of girl”

“You don’t know what kind of girl I am”