Rafael's POV
Fuck.
The tightness of her walls kept clenching relentlessly around my cock as her second release hit.
It fascinated me how easily I could read her like an open book. I was still pissed about what happened in the meeting room.
But when she suddenly clung to my arm while Evelyn gave her usual greeting hug, I knew it. She was drowning in jealousy.
Nothing could compare to the thrill I felt when I told her to go home first, and she sulked.
And now, under my rough pounding, she had no intention of stopping at all.
Even when her body shuddered. Her knees went weak. Her grip on the rim trembled. She kept teasing me instead, pushing me to keep going.
I didn't know what this feeling was. I had always been obsessed with making her obsessed with me.
But this right now… what was it? Victory? Satisfaction? Dominance? It checked every box. Yet there was something bigger beneath it, something I couldn't name.
