The Counterfeit Lover (War of Sins Book 3)

Swooping her in my arms, I take her down the stairs and into the dancing crowd, making sure her body is flush against mine.

Once we’re safely ensconced in a corner on the periphery, I lead her into a dance, wanting her to experience this to the fullest.

Her eyes sparkle with warmth as she looks at me, and going on her tiptoes, she kisses my cheek.

‘You’re the best, Raf,’ she whispers, and somehow, though the music is much louder here, I hear her perfectly.

I don’t answer, merely smiling at her as we move to the beat, laughing when both our movements are a bit rusty compared to everyone else.

‘Do you even know how to dance?’ she laughs.

‘Not this type,’ I grumble.

A mix of techno and pop, it’s definitely not the ballroom type I’d been taught when I was younger.

‘You can do it,’ the little minx tells me, taking my hand and dragging me a little further into the crowd.

Cheers erupt when a certain song comes on, and people start jumping up and down.

Both Noelle and I try to emulate the movements. Well, more her than me as I already feel a little awkward for standing out like a sore thumb with my height, with most people shorter than me.

She has such a huge smile on her face though, that soon any self-conscious thought disappears as I lose myself in her, holding her body next to mine as we jump around.

And sneaking one hand into my pocket, I activate her vibrator, increasing the intensity as she jumps up and lowering it when she’s down.

Her mouth opens on a little mewling sound, her hands tightening around my biceps as she erupts right before my eyes.

‘Raf,’ she breathes out harshly, laying her head on my chest to ground herself. Pleased with myself, I simply caress her back, touching her lightly as she comes down from her high.

The song changes. We’re both sweaty messes at this point, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

Chuckling lightly at her dazed expression, I lead her to the bar, helping her perch on one of the stools and inviting her to order whatever she wants.

Because fuck it. We’re here, she might as well feel good. And I trust myself to take care of her.

‘I want…’ she pauses, scrunching her nose in concentration. ‘A Long Island,’ she declares proudly.

‘I’ll have the same,’ I tell the bartender.

Our drinks arrive, and I can’t take my eyes off Noelle as she slowly sips, her pouty lips wrapped around that goddamn straw…

A groan escapes me as I mentally replace the straw with something else.

Seeing my reaction, she gives me a come hither look, her eyes glazed with desire as she hungrily looks me up and down.

‘Have I told you how handsome you are,’ she comes closer, her hand on my upper arm as she lightly traces my muscles. ‘How beautiful and absolutely breathtaking you are to me?’

I blink, taken aback by her compliments.

‘Are you tipsy?’ I chuckle, leaning into her so we’re at eye level.

‘Do I have to be tipsy to compliment you?’ She raises a brow. ‘You’re not the only one jealous, you know,’ she whispers, her mouth skimming my ear. ‘Look,’ she nods to the crowd where a few women are dancing in a group, all with their eyes on me as they talk amongst themselves. ‘They want you. They want what’s mine,’ she continues, shocking me with her possessive words.

‘Do they now?’ I retort playfully.

‘Every woman here, single or accompanied, turned to look at you when we walked in,’ she then adds in a serious tone.

‘I never noticed,’ I frown. And I hadn’t. My attention was solely focused on her.

‘You didn’t, but I did.’

Her fingers are suddenly wrapped in the material of my shirt, tugging me closer and fitting me between her legs.

‘I always do. I see them watching you every time we’re out. And I know what they see. A handsome, strong man—a special man,’ she says, conviction shining intently in her eyes as she gazes at me. ‘They see how perfect you are and they want you for themselves. But I’ll never let you go, Raf. You’re mine,’ she rasps. ‘You’ve been mine all along.’

‘I am yours, pretty girl,’ I assure her with equal conviction.

I’d never realized she was so jealous, and for that I need to try harder to make sure she knows she’s the only one for me—will always be the only one for me.

‘You know that’s the last thing you need to worry about.’

She licks her lips as she smooths her palms over my chest, moving them up until she’s cradling my face between her hands. Then, with slow precision, she brushes her mouth over mine.

Once. Twice.

‘Make me come,’ she demands against my lips. ‘Make me come so everyone can see I’m yours, just like you’re mine.’

My eyes widen at her request, but I can only comply, feeling for my phone and bringing it between us, laying it flat on the chair, between her legs.

‘Your wish is my command,’ I murmur softly, but I don’t immediately go for the remote control.

Instead, I bring my hands to her legs, starting at her dainty ankles as I circle them, feeling how small they are in my grasp. I keep my touch light, so light her skin erupts in goosebumps, her eyes flickering with want every time I move an inch higher.

‘The secret to fulfillment is in the anticipation,’ I whisper, my warm breath fanning her face just as I feel her own hitch in response. ‘It’s in the what-if. I could do it right now, stimulate you hard and fast until you come screaming my name. But where would the pleasure in that be? I want to feel your frustration as it mounts, your nails lodged in my skin as you try to tempt me to give it to you. And then I want you to spend in my arms when you least expect it. Then,’ I pause at the rapt look on her face, her cheeks flushed, her hands already grasping on to my arms, her nails one push away from inflicting pain. ‘Only then will I give it to you, pretty girl.’

Opening her mouth, she’s breathing hard as she continues to look me in the eye, begging me with her gaze to give it to her—put her out of her misery.

I haven’t so much as touched the remote control yet, but I see the way her body is reacting, tensing ever so slightly, her thighs caging me to her.

‘Raf, you,’ she gasps, her eyes closing as she moans softly.

She’s on the edge of the precipice. And to make the fall sweeter, I sneak my hand between her legs, touching the screen as I activate the toy inside her.

It only takes one level for her nails to bite at my skin. Another level for her to clench her thighs, panting as she’s slowly getting there. And at the last level—the highest—she comes.

Her spine arches, and with her ankles locked around me, she comes. So fucking hard, she screams my name.

The music plays away, her shout of pleasure lost amid other sounds.

But they know. The people watching know what happened.

‘Fuck! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,’ I tell her as she’s slowly coming back, her cheek nuzzling the crook of my neck.

Turning her head slightly, she makes eye contact with the girls she’d mentioned earlier, her lips spreading into a satisfied smile as if she’s daring them to look now.

Damn, but I never thought I’d be more in awe of her than now. She’s such a force to be reckoned with, and she’s my wife. My fucking wife.

‘You need help with this?’ she murmurs, bringing her palm to the front of my pants, cupping my very obvious erection.

‘Not now. Definitely not here,’ I rasp, my blood already boiling from her little show.

‘Then come,’ she suddenly says, turning to her drink and gulping it down before jumping down and leading me towards the middle of the crowd.

Fitting her back to my front, she takes my hands and brings them to her tits before lowering them. Seeing what the little minx wants, I drag them down, feeling her up just as she pushes her ass into my hard cock, grinding herself on me like the born seductress she is.

‘Fucking hell, Noelle,’ I bring my lips to her neck, skimming the surface of her skin before opening my mouth and sucking.

I left the toy on low vibrations, and by the way she’s wiggling her ass around, I can tell she’s riding small aftershock waves, made even better by the hickeys I leave all over her lovely throat.

‘Now they see,’ I speak softly, only for her ears.

‘Hm?’

‘Look,’ I nod towards some guys who can’t seem to take her eyes from her. And I can’t blame them, not when she moves with such fluidity, such decadent sexuality that she draws everyone’s attention to her.

‘Look how they’re eating you up. Seeing my hands on you and wishing it was their hands,’ I add, violence punctuating my words.

‘They can look, but they can’t touch,’ she drawls. ‘Isn’t that right, my dear husband? Only you can. Only ever you.’

‘Damn right, pretty girl,’ I grunt as I move my hands lower to her hips, tracing her curves and kneading her flesh with my fingers. ‘But even looking is too much…’

Suddenly, I turn her, snaking my arm around her waist and bringing her to me.

Her eyes glint dangerously as the hint of a smile appears on her lips.

‘One more drink,’ she whispers. ‘And then…’

‘And then,’ I nod, knowing exactly what she has in mind.

We rush to the bar, and she downs her third drink of the night with unexpected urgency, all the while giving me lustful glances that promise sweet fulfillment.

And fuck if I’m not so hard I’m nearly bursting.

All night she’s done nothing but tease me. And the little minx noticed my hard-on as soon as we got here, so she’s been doing everything to force my hand—get me to the edge until my control snaps.

‘Done,’ she quips, wiping her mouth as she jumps from her chair. She doesn’t even wait for me to reply as she takes my hand, nodding towards the direction opposite to where we came from.

We try a few doors until we manage to find the emergency exit, which luckily, doesn’t trigger an alarm as we open it.

Maybe if I’d been a tiny bit less led by my dick I would have tried to stop Noelle. But as it happens, I can only see one thing.

Her.

Her as she shakes her little ass at me, looking at me as if I were the center of her world—looking as if all she’s thinking about is me, her, and my cock in her cunt.

Jesus, she’s really making me lose all sense.

The door closes behind us, and we find ourselves in the back of a dark alley with not a soul around.

My ears are pulsing, the sudden lack of sound making me even more aware of her tiny breaths, or the way she moans my name slightly, using one finger to beckon me closer.

But that’s all it takes. Because in that moment I snap.

I simply…snap.

One second she’s smiling furtively at me, trying to get me to come closer, the next she’s flat against the wall, her ass cushioning my cock just as she was teasing me inside.

‘Fucking hell, Noelle. You’re such a fucking tease, baby,’ I growl in her ear, my hand quick at work under her dress.

I don’t bother with niceties as I rip the panties from her body, palming the remaining piece of material and bringing it to my nose to inhale her essence.

‘You drenched them, pretty girl. You fucking drenched them.’

‘I couldn’t help myself,’ she gasps. ‘You make me feel so wild, Raf. So…free,’ she moans deep in her throat as I increase the settings of her vibrator.

‘Is that so? Let’s see if I can get you even wilder,’ I chuckle, pocketing her panties before I reach between her legs, feeling her sweet little pussy spasming with every vibration.

‘Do it. Please do it,’ she cries out, one step away from begging.

‘Shh,’ I murmur softly, using one hand to unbutton my pants and free my cock and the other to bring the vibrations to the maximum, setting a timer before pocketing my phone.

Just as she starts moving wildly against me, I line my cock at her entrance, thrusting hard into her just as I bring my hand against her mouth to swallow her cries.

‘Fuck,’ I rasp, unable to help myself when I feel her warmth surround me. And then there’s that toy—that fucking toy that’s already making me see stars.

She bucks against me, thrusting her ass towards me just as I withdraw only to push hard into her, fucking her with an intensity I would have never thought myself capable of.

Her mouth opens, her teeth clamping on my hand as she bites hard.

I relish the bite of pain, urging her to do more just as I start pumping into her.

‘Damn it all to hell, Noelle,’ I groan at the overwhelming sensation of her pussy clamping down on me and intensifying the vibrations of the toy.

But I want more. I need more.

Suddenly, I pull out of her, turning her around to see her mascara running down her cheeks, her entire face flushed and wet with tears.

‘More,’ she whispers. And I give her more.

My palms on her ass, I swoop her up, urging her to wrap her arms around me just as I back her into the wall once more, aligning my cock to her entrance and thrusting into her in one go.

She cries out, her eyes closing as she throws her head back.

‘Arms around me, pretty girl,’ I demand, and she does. She’s nearly limp, but she still obeys me like the good girl she is. ‘That’s it. Now look at me,’ I rasp out. ‘Look at me fucking you, claiming you, owning you.’

I’m not making sense, but at this point I can only give in to the madness—succumb to everything she makes me feel.

She opens her eyes, her arresting gaze meeting mine and holding.

Holding as I pump into her. As I feel her come again and again on my cock until I can barely hold it in anymore. Until I’m fucking gone.

For her. Only ever for her.

‘Please,’ she moans as I drive into her, my thrusts growing increasingly hectic, out of control. ‘P-P-Please,’ she starts sobbing in my arms, holding tightly on to me as another climax washes over her.

But this time I’m there to accompany her.

One more pump of my hips and I still, my shaft swelling in size as I feel myself erupt inside of her just as my eyes roll in the back of my head with the power of my release.

Fuck…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was that…

Moments later—an eternity later—we’re both breathing hard.

Time and space cease to exist as I hold her in my arms, trying to regain a semblance of control over myself.

Noelle is the first to speak, leaning back and urging me to look at her.

‘Raf,’ she says my name in that fuck-me voice of hers and I nearly groan at the effect it has on my body—again. ‘Ask me what my favorite color is,’ she whispers.

I frown.

Sweat clings to her skin, her makeup already destroyed from the many tears of pleasure I racked off her body. Her eyes are dazed, yet clear. Despite everything, there’s an odd clarity to her eyes.

‘Ask me what my favorite color is,’ she repeats.

Taken aback, I can only comply.

‘What’s your favorite color?’

She smiles—a satisfied cat smile as she opens her mouth to speak.

‘Cadmium Quercitron.‘

I freeze.

Blinking, I fucking freeze.

My dick is still buried inside of her, and those words act like magic as it starts twitching again.

‘Wh-What did you just say?’ I mutter in awe.

My sluggish brain has a hard time catching up. Coincidence, or fate?

But as she lazily grins at me, I know there’s only one explanation.

Fate.

It’s been fate all along.

‘You…’ I trail off, my heart exploding in my chest at the myriad of emotions of the moment. ‘How is it possible?’

‘We’re finally together, Blue. Finally…’ she whispers before her mouth is on mine, kissing me with years of pent-up longing.

Years of…

Fuck. Me.

Fate.

It’s always been fate.