The Foiled Plan (War of Sins Book 2)

‘What are you doing here?’ She asks calmly, no trace of her previous shyness.

‘What do you think?’ I raise my brows in question, taking a seat by the tub and swirling my hand inside the water, destroying the bubbles so her flesh can peek through.

‘Are you here to kill me again?’

‘Maybe,’ I answer as I hover my hand over her body, moving it and watching the water ripple around.

I move higher until my hand reaches her tits.

‘But it will be a different kind of death. The type you’d welcome.’ The corner of my mouth curls up as I watch a slight blush color her features.

She takes a deep breath, her chest expanding as she inhales, her nipples protruding through the mist of the bubbles.

‘Are you being indecent, dear husband?’ She asks in a sultry voice. But then again, everything she says sounds like a fuck me, her husky voice going straight to my cock and making the bastard stand to attention.

‘Indecent?’ I smirk. ‘I’m the model of decorum, dear wife,’ I retort, my tongue between my teeth as I stare at the beauty in front of me.

Fuck, but it should be illegal to look like that.

Her tawny skin is the perfect contrast to the white of the foam that surrounds her. Her freckles are more pronounced against the blush that mars her cheeks and fuck if I don’t want to kiss each and every one of them.

Soon…

Her eyes are framed by thick lashes, and as she turns towards me, the light hits them at an angle, one more brown, the other a deep green. Her full lips part as she inhales before swallowing audibly, evidence that she’s not unbothered for all her cool appearance.

And I can see why too. Because my pretty girl is being daring. Raising herself into a sitting position, I watch in awe as the water drips from her chest, the perfect swell of her breasts coming into view first before her mounds become completely visible. Two perfectly formed globes hang full and heavy, the sight bewitching and oh, so inviting my mouth is already salivating for a taste.

The little witch has other plans, though.

She raises one finger to my chest, her nail on my skin as she grazes it lightly. A shiver goes down my back, the gesture so erotically charged I almost come in my pants.

I catch her hand just as it skirts the band of my boxers.

‘You’re courting danger, Noelle,’ my voice comes out rough and thick.

‘Am I?’ She wets her lips, batting her lashes at me.

Before I know it, my hand is wrapped around her wrist as I pull her towards me, her wet body sliding against mine. She releases a soft gasp of surprise as she finds herself in my arms, but I don’t give her time to panic.

Swooping her up, I lead her to the shower stall in the back, bringing both of us under the warm jet of water. The foam washes away from her body, her gleaming skin revealed for my perusal.

And damn if it doesn’t affect me.

‘Raf,’ her soft voice caresses my ears. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks as she turns to face me, her eyes wide with inquiry.

‘Taking care of you,’ I tell her, letting one hand trail down her front. ‘Spoiling you,’ I smile at her curious expression. ‘Making you happy.’

The corner of her mouth curls up, her face threatening to explode into a huge grin. But she reins it in as her eyes twinkle mischievously.

‘Please proceed,’ she urges me, and I can read the silent dare in her words. She’s testing me—wanting to see how I aim to make her happy.

I can already see that her brain is hard at work, probably trying to anticipate my next move. She thinks she has me figured all out—that all I want from her is the pleasure that her body can provide.

She’s partially right.

My cock is nearly bursting from being so close to her, the thought of burying myself inside of her body bringing me closer to insanity than ever before.

Though our attraction borders on animal primitivism, this isn’t just lust.

If it had been, I could have fucked her already.

For all her apprehension about her inexperience, once she’s in my arms she turns putty. Like a haze covering her mind, she loses herself in the moment and I know I have full control over her.

Every interaction we’ve ever had could have ended with her on her back and my cock buried deep in her pussy. I know that, just like I know that while she’d give herself in the moment, she would hate herself and me afterwards.

My mission is to make her happy. But that doesn’t only rely on giving her pleasure. For that to happen, I need her to see herself like I do. I want her to shed her insecurities and doubts.

Twirling her around, I bring her back to my front as I situate ourselves in front of the wall-sized mirror.

‘This,’ I rasp as my hand wraps around her throat. Her spine instinctively arches, her eyes droopy as she gives in to the embrace. ‘This is how I want you, pretty girl.’ I lower my mouth to her ear, bringing my tongue over her ear lobe and nibbling at the bit of flesh.

‘Sweet. Biddable. Mine.‘

A shudder goes down her back, her lips parting on a low moan.

‘All of you,’ I whisper, ‘I want all of you. Your perfects and imperfects.’

The last word gets a reaction out of her, and I already feel her panic rising, her eyes closed as she avoids looking at herself.

‘Look at us,’ I command her, and her eyes snap open to focus on the mirror, widening as she takes in her state of undress.

Her chest expands with every breath, her tits bouncing with each move.

I bring my hands lower, to her tapered waist, cupping her from behind before bringing my palms forward and spreading them over her stomach—over her scars.

‘You’re beautiful, Noelle,’ I tell her, and her slight flinch doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘You’re more than beautiful to me.’

‘How?’

That one syllable is uttered with so much anguish and confusion mixed together, her expression suddenly shifting. No longer is it playful and seductive. She’s looking at herself in the mirror like she’s about to cry, her lashes already damp with unshed tears.

And that is the crux of the matter.

I need to drill into her how beautiful she is—how exquisite she is. I need to make her see that her scars don’t make her any less of a person. On the contrary, they enhance her beauty by emphasizing her strength and her resilience.

Because I know exactly what she feels like. The only difference is that I had time to cope and heal. She’s been closed in a bubble that didn’t allow her to come to terms with herself and the past.

After I’d escaped the hacienda I’d been skin and bone, my entire body riddled with lash markings and other scars that had gotten infected—some well on their way to putrefaction. I’d been lucky that Carlos had taken me in and offered me help. And while the physical wounds had healed, the mental ones had not. For the longest time, I kept seeing myself as that scrawny man on the brink of starvation. I’d look in the mirror and though my muscles were well formed, I’d only see hollows.

It had taken me a long time to get here, so I know the struggle. But I’d faced my demons head on for that to happen.

Noelle hasn’t.

If anything, she’s been stifled by everyone around her. In trying to protect her, they harmed her even more.

‘What do you see, Noelle? Describe to me what you see,’ I demand.

Her throat works up and down as she swallows apprehensively. Put on the spot, her anxiety is palpable as her eyes roam over her body, her mouth pressing in a thin line.

For the longest time, she’s silent.

‘Tell me,’ I urge her more gently, leaning into her and offering her the heat of my body—the comfort of knowing I’m here for her.

‘Pain,’ the word is barely audible as she bites her lip.

My eyes meet hers in the mirror and she doesn’t look away.

‘Humiliation,’ she continues.

I don’t speak, merely letting her get everything out.

‘Desperation,’ she breathes out, a strangled sob escaping her body.

‘Tell me,’ I repeat.

‘Shame,’ she whispers, a tear finally making its way down her cheek. ‘I see shame.’

‘Why?’

My arms tighten around her when she doesn’t answer.

‘Why do you feel shame, Noelle?’

‘Because I’m never good enough…’ she finally answers, her throat clogged with emotion. ‘I’m never…never…’

‘You are,’ I bring my mouth to her shoulder, kissing it lightly. ‘You’ve always been good enough. They just didn’t realize it,’ I tell her gently.

‘He used to say I was useless. That the only thing I was good for was to get him mad and make him lose his temper,’ the words start pouring out of her.

On a ragged voice, she tells me. How she would behave like a robot to avoid getting him angry. How she’d reshaped her entire persona around him—because only then could she avoid his fists.

‘I didn’t know who I was anymore… I still don’t,’ she says, and my heart fucking breaks for her.

For this beautiful girl that was given to a monster who nearly destroyed her. For the pure soul that had to witness the worst humanity has to offer.

But my heart also swells with pride. Because against all odds, she made it.

‘You do. You know who you are. You just got a little lost along the way,’ I murmur against her skin. She shakes her head, trying to deny it.

‘Where is the brave woman that took me head on? Where is the persevering woman who didn’t back down no matter what?’

‘It was a mask,’ she states vehemently. ‘It was all a lie.’

‘Then lie to yourself. Lie until you believe that you’re the strongest, most courageous and valiant woman. Lie to yourself until there’s not a sliver of doubt.’

‘I can’t,’ she shakes her head.

‘You can. Because I already believe it.’

She stills in my arms, her features contorted in pain.

‘You know who you are, and you know your worth. Otherwise you would have let everyone walk all over you. You would have let Cisco lock you away and brand you insane, because you would have believed it. You would have never questioned anything he, or anyone else said.’

Her pulse quickens, low tremors racking her body as she tries to regulate her breaths.

‘That’s what I see when I look at you, Noelle. I see a beautiful woman who, in spite of all the hardships that came her way, kept herself and her integrity intact. The world said you were crazy, but you sought to prove it wrong.’

‘But what if I am crazy?’ The ghost of a question stills in the air.

‘You’re not. And you don’t believe that either, do you?’

Her head moves from side to side in a no. Swallowing deeply, she raises her eyes to meet mine in the mirror.

I can see the unshed tears, just as I can see her damp cheeks.

‘This,’ I trail my palms over the scars of her stomach, ‘is the visible proof of your strength.’

Slowly, I move my hands up, brushing over her breasts and her neck as I reach her head. Cupping it from side to side, I hold her still.

‘But in here,’ I whisper as I come closer to her, molding my cheek to hers, ‘is the invisible. They may not understand, pretty girl. But I do. I see you. I see your pain, and I share it. But I also see your strength and your resilience…’

Her breath hitches, and before I can say another word, she turns, wounding her arms over my neck and pressing herself into me.

Hot tears pour down her cheeks before transferring to mine.

‘I want to believe you Raf,’ she whispers between sobs. ‘I want to be that woman. But when it’s all said and done I feel like an impostor.’

‘Don’t. If you are one then so am I,’ I breathe out. ‘The pain never goes away, Noelle. You learn to live with it and accept it as part of who you are. I see you. But do you see yourself?’

She tightens her hold over my neck, her muffled cries echoing in the bathroom.

Slowly, though, they begin to ebb.

She leans back, her tear-streaked eyes gazing at me. And on her tiptoes, she raises herself up, gently pressing her lips to mine.

It’s shy and tentative, and I can taste her tears on her lips.

Her tongue makes contact with mine and it’s enough for me to see stars, the force of the kiss making me reel.

Just like the first time, there’s a tightness in my chest at the feel of her lips, as if they were the sweetest poison, beckoning me towards death but granting me salvation instead.

My body recognizes her on a level that is beyond mere mortal understanding. I hold on to her tighter than I’ve ever held on, the urge to merge her to me too overwhelming.

Like two parts once separated but finally reunited, she has the power to make me feel at peace—for the first time ever.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re so alike—both in our suffering and in our healing. Or maybe it’s the fact that her mere presence in the same room causes a static that makes my body respond on an atomic level.

Though invisible to the naked eye, there’s a palpable connection between the two of us—a red thread of fate that binds us together in an ineffable way. Something that goes beyond basic feelings of hate, love, or desire. Because at every stage, it felt like so much more.

She moans against my lips, her eyes closed as she gives herself to the kiss.

Cupping her ass, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist.

I groan low in my throat when my cock lodges right between her pussy lips. It doesn’t help that she keeps grinding herself against me, gliding up and down like a born seductress.

‘Fuck, Noelle,’ I mutter a curse as I hold tighter on to her.

In just a few steps, I kick the bedroom door wide open, laying her on clean sheets.

Naked and in the middle of the bed, she looks like a painting come to life.

Her lashes flutter as she looks at me, her eyes wide and full of wonder.

I take a step back, wanting to memorize her like this—spread out for me and waiting for my touch.

She brings her teeth over her lower lip, and a sudden shyness overtakes her as she tries to cover herself.

‘No,’ I rasp. ‘Don’t.’

Grabbing on to her ankles, I pull her down, her legs opening up to make room for me at the same time as I take her lips in another kiss.

‘You’re mine, pretty girl,’ I say as I swipe my tongue over her lips. ‘No one else can see you like this.’

She gives me a small nod, her eyes already glazed with pleasure.

‘Say it,’ I demand.

‘Only you can see me like this,’ she whispers.

Momentarily satisfied, I trail my lips over her neck, going lower until I reach her tits. She inhales sharply, her eyes on me as I bring my tongue over one pebbled nipple.

She’s so soft and sweet, unlike anything I’ve ever imagined before.

‘Agh,’ she whimpers, arching into me.

‘You like that, pretty girl?’ I ask as I take her nipple in my mouth, my eyes on her and watching the play of emotions on her face.

She nods enthusiastically, her pupils two big black circles that keep on expanding.

‘You taste so sweet here,’ I speak against her skin as I lavish all my attention on her nipples, sucking and biting until she’s going crazy in my arms.

Her breathing becomes more erratic, and as I switch focus to the other nipple, she’s already moaning loudly, her hands going to my shoulders, first to push me away, then to draw me closer.

Only when she becomes frantic and on the brink of pleasure do I move, going lower and hovering on top of her stomach.

Flat, but pebbled with the evidence of years of abuse, it’s a mosaic that speaks of her history and her pain. I bring my mouth to her skin to kiss each and every one of her scars, mentally grateful that none of the wounds ended up being fatal. Instead, they made her into who she is today.

She survived, and that’s enough for me.

‘Never feel ashamed of these, Noelle.’ I raise my head to see her watching me with an odd expression. Her eyes are downturned, and even through that initial haze of desire, there’s the slightest hint of more.

‘From now on I’ll kiss them every day,’ I murmur as I lay a soft kiss on top of a cigarette burn. ‘If I love them, maybe you’ll learn to love them too.’

Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears.

Lifting one hand, she brings it to my face, a tremulous smile pulling at her lips.

‘You’re one of a kind, aren’t you, Rafaelo Guerra?’ She muses, her expression a mix of sadness and something else—something I can’t put my finger on.

‘Only for you,’ I smirk at her before laying a kiss on top of her mound.

If until now she’s been relatively bold, as I reach the top of her pussy, she suddenly tenses, her breathing harsh.

‘What… What are you doing?’ She asks on a whimper, her legs closing around me.

‘What does it look like I’m doing,’ I raise a brow at her, my mouth tipped up in a shameless smile. ‘Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for a taste of this?’ I ask as I bring one finger to her pussy, swiping some of her arousal and bringing it to my mouth.

Sweet. So damn sweet.

‘Do you know how many times I’ve imagined my tongue deep in this pretty pussy of yours, Noelle?’ I rasp out, raising my gaze to find a deep blush enveloping her features.

She gives a quick shake of her head, her lip between her teeth as she looks at me.

So fucking beautiful, the sight of her spread out for me like this is only making me harder, my balls drawn so painfully tight in hope for release.

It’s even worse as I close my eyes and inhale. Her musky scent invades my nostrils, making me want to bury my face between her legs and never leave.

Fuck, but I’ve been imagining this for far too long, dreaming of her taste and of my tongue so deep in her pussy, my name on her lips as she screams her release… Yet nothing compares to the real thing—to her scent, her texture, and everything else that’s just her.

On her elbows, she’s peering at me with the slightest hint of trepidation.

Desire speared by anxiety clings to me as I take my time to look at her and memorize all her features. I have to make this good for her. Despite my lack of experience, I want to make sure she gets so much pleasure from me she comes screaming on my tongue.

But as much as I want to simply dive in, I need to rein in my aggression and this lust that’s seemingly taken over my body. I need to take it slow, learn what she likes and then do it all over again. After all, I have to remember that this is as new to her as it is to me. I sure as fuck don’t want to scare her off with what I want to do to her—not yet, at least.

‘Trust me to make you feel good, pretty girl?’ I ask her in a gentler tone, wanting to dispel any worries from her side. I need her to give herself to me of her own volition because I know how important that is for someone with her past.

Today is all for her. Worship her body and show her she matters—that her pleasure matters.

‘Ok,’ she nods, and that one word hits me right in the chest, making me breathe out in relief.

I’d like nothing more than to tie her up and take her hard and fast, squeeze so much pleasure from her body she’d beg me to stop. But I can’t do that now. I can’t do that while she’s still apprehensive about intimacy.

And her express consent is quite possibly the best sound I’ve ever tasted.

My hands settle on the back of her knees as I drag her closer to me, my tongue making contact with her pussy as I give her a long lick. Her taste hits my tongue, coating it with the full flavor of her—sweety, tangy, and just a little spicy.

Just like her.

Fuck, if this doesn’t feel like the beginning of an addiction—one that threatens to unman me.

Her pussy is so fucking soft, her wetness velvety in texture as it gushes out.

As I tease her clit, she startles, almost jumping out of my grasp.

‘Shhh, this is my pussy now, Noelle. Mine to kiss,’ I say as I lay a kiss right on top of her clit. ‘Mine to lick,’ I swirl my tongue around it, that one movement already making her writhe under me. ‘And mine to fuck,’ I blow hot air on her clit before wrapping my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth.

Her hands in my hair, her thighs are already tightening around my head as her breathing intensifies, low whimpers escaping her.

‘Wh-what… Raf…’ She becomes a wordless mess as I lick and nibble, seeking to learn all her pleasure spots.

‘Do you like this?’ I raise my head to watch her expression, noting her half-closed eyes and the way she’s biting her lip to keep from crying out. She gives me a pained nod, and I get increasingly bolder as I start exploring her pussy, licking and nibbling and watching for her cues.

‘What about this?’ I ask just as I thrust my tongue into her opening. She’s so fucking wet, her juices washing over me and drowning me in the sweetest damned thing I’ve ever tasted. ‘Do you like my tongue fucking you, Noelle? Do you like the way you can feel me all the way inside you?’ I ask just as I push my tongue even deeper inside of her, feeling her walls clamp down on me.

Men talk. Growing up, they certainly didn’t censor themselves in my presence, often teasing that it was a lesson for the future. They would make lewd jokes about what it was like to go down on a woman, have her juices flow down your mouth and feel her pleasure as your own. As an asocial teenager bullied for my speech impediment, my last worry was oral sex. Whenever they’d mention it, I would blush and look away, a fact that would promptly trigger their amusement. Still, in my head, I couldn’t comprehend the notion of deriving pleasure from pleasuring your partner. More than anything, I couldn’t imagine putting my mouth on someone’s private parts.

The man I am now, though, wholly approves of their approach to life.

Noelle needs only be in the same room with me and I’m salivating for her pussy. Now that I’ve gotten a taste? I don’t think anyone can stop me from becoming a regular customer—for life.

‘Please,’ she moans, the sound settling on my tongue and acting as a double agent—increasing my arousal and providing me with unspeakable pleasure.

The taste of her mixed with the taste of her voice is the most potent combination I’ve ever known, and my entire body is reacting to it.

My dick is painfully stiff, pre-cum already beading the tip and staining my boxer briefs. At this point, I’m not even concerned about that, because the outcome is clear. Whether I want to or not, I will come in my underwear.

It’s impossible not to when every little sound she makes has my cock twitching and ready for release. And though my mind is focused on making her feel good, her pleasure is my pleasure. There’s no doubt about that. Not as her grip on my head tightens, her hips jiggling around the bed as her muscles tense, her release almost imminent.

‘Please what? What do you want? Tell me, Noelle,’ I demand as I give her another lick, wanting to hear the words from her.

Needing to hear the words from her.

‘I…’ her back arches, her mouth open as she can’t seem to catch her breath. ‘Please help,’ she yelps as I continue to nibble on her clit.

‘Help with what?’ I smile mischievously against her pussy, licking her at leisure, but making sure I keep her on the edge until she gives me the words.

‘Help me come. Please…’ she barely finishes her words as I apply more pressure on her clit, sucking on it until she’s screaming my name, her fingers in my hair as she pulls hard.

‘Raf…’ she whimpers, the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

Just as she’s about to come down from her high, I bring two fingers to her opening, slowly pushing them inside and testing her tightness. She’s so fucking wet and tight that my cock weeps with jealousy. And as I start pumping them in and out, my tongue on her clit once more, she starts coming again.

‘I can’t…’ she cries out, but I prove to her that she can.

Only when she’s wordless and entirely spent do I stop. Placing a quick kiss to her pussy, I trail more kisses as I move up her body.

‘Mhmm,’ she purrs, opening her arms for me and drawing me closer to her. Exhausted, her eyes are closed as she puckers her lips, inviting me for a kiss.

I chuckle as I take her offering, sneaking my hand behind her nape and bringing her closer to me.

She opens her mouth, tasting herself on me. But instead of pushing me away, she draws me closer, moaning as she wraps her legs around me.

There’s a glow that clings to her skin as she grins languidly at me, and for the first time ever, I couldn’t be happier about taking anatomy courses in college.

‘You’re so good to me, Raf,’ she sighs as she nestles in my embrace, and I get a small pang of conscience for my behavior and everything I’ve put her through.

She’s become so used to people treating her badly that the smallest act of kindness has her in awe with me.

‘I’m not,’ I tell her, ‘but I will be.’