บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex Wife: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

LILAThe date wasn’t typically what I had imagined or what I had planned. The Moon Goddess knows that the last thing I wanted to do was wear that short, skimpy gown of temptation Ava suggested. But I mean—we were dealing with Ava here. She would always want to reinforce it on me.I had insisted on carrying maybe a coat to make me feel clothed, but of course, recalling the last date that she had purposefully set me up to get Rafael’s coat… she had refused again. Screw her. This dress makes me feel like a whore—my entire skin revealing—and I’m a fucking mother of one. But according to Ava, I was single and ready to seduce my husband back, while she was the said mother of Derrick.Seeing Rafael losing it just like he had done just now made me know something was off about the gown—and not just the gown...Heaven knows I had zero intentions of taking him back. I never wanted to. I mean, he wasn’t typically the villain, but the least he could do was listen to me… rather than treat me with a

LILAThe car comes to a halt in his penthouse garage, the sound of the car going silence left for the cooling. Of course the environment is usually serene and quiet, left for the loud thumping of my heart. It beats so hard, like it’s trying to warn me... or maybe promise something I can’t name. My thighs press together from the heat building inside me, wet and aching, as I watch him grip the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him from pouncing on me.He turns to me, his jaw clenched and his eyes darker than ever. I slowly open the door and step out, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. The night breeze welcome me, cold and chilling, but of course it wasn't fit enough to cool the burning heat that was going on under my thighs. The short tight dress clings to my body like a second skin, I reached for the gown on my thighs stretching it and his eyes followed my movement. His eyes rested on my thighs for a second, and then slowly rakes over my body, taking in every inch

LILA His finger pushes in slowly, knuckle-deep, curling just enough to make my knees buckle if not for the damned bar holding me open.“You feel that?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear. “That’s just one finger, little hornet.”I whimper again, no words left, just broken sounds.He pulls out and slides it back in, slow, torturous. Then he holds still.“Tell me… you want two?”I nod frantically, panting, desperate.“I want to hear you say it,” he growls, his free hand gripping my jaw and tilting my face toward the mirror. “Say you want more. Say you want me to stretch this tight little cunt open.”“I—I want more,” I gasp out, shame flushed across my face as I watch myself. Hair tangled. Lips swollen. Eyes wild. “Two… please…”He chuckles darkly. “Two’s a start.”His finger plunges in. Slowly. Two fingers now, fucking in and out, curling wickedly until I’m clawing at the air, my breath coming in ragged moans.It’s almost unreal... Me, tied up, begging, reduced to a trembling mess of su

LILAI’m breathing out heavily. My orgasm had wrecked me, and fuck, it’s like the aftermath of an earthquake I didn’t survive.My thighs still tremble. My chest rises and falls like I’ve run miles, but all I did was come so hard I thought I saw stars, or blacked out. I’m not even sure.Rafael stood just an inch away, his gaze drinking me in like I was the most exquisite sight he’d ever seen. His lips curved into a half-smile, satisfaction etched across his face like this was what he’d been craving all along. And now that he had it, had me, he was basking in the darkness of his own desire.His eyes says it all, he wasn't done. They promised more. More torment. More pleasure. More him. I wanted it too. I wanted all of what he could give and more.He let me rest, just long enough to breathe, long enough to feel the ache sink deep into my muscles.“I’ll be back,” he murmured, stepping away.My mind spun with curiosity. Was he going to bring another tool? Another form of sweet, wicked tor

AVAAfter sending Lila off to her hot date, trust me, that girl can act like a damn nun sometimes — I knew she just needed the right man to bring out the freak in her. And let’s be real, that right man was Rafael.If it hadn’t been for me? Homegirl would’ve shown up to a date in baggy trousers and a T-shirt. Probably something that screamed “I hate fun.” If not dressing like a full-on Karen.Now, onto my drama.Jared.Freaking Jared.He’s been living rent-free in my phone for the past week. Every time a message pops up, my heart skips like I’m in high school again. It's wild.Like, is this what love feels like? Because girl — I don’t fall. I make men fall. I walk out, I play the princess, I keep the power. That’s my rulebook.But Jared? This man flipped the script.I catch myself checking my phone like a damn lovesick fool, just waiting for his name to flash on the screen. And don’t get me started on the mirror selfie he sent me the other night — shirtless, glistening, abs looking lik