Until Tomorrow Comes: A Dark Mafia Romance (Beauty in Lies Book 1)

by Adelaide Forrest

  Instead, I tormented her nipple with my finger, leaning in to coax her to relax with my mouth on hers. When her tense body relaxed into the mattress, I shifted my weight and moved to crawl between her legs. Touching my hands to her thighs and moving to spread them, my fingers brushed over a slightly raised portion of skin. Withdrawing from her mouth, I glanced down at her leg as I moved closer to her. The scar glowed white in the moonlight, wrapping around her thigh twice and crossing over the inner corner. I brushed my hands over it, feeling Isa's eyes on me.

  Filled with the need to avenge whatever had harmed my princess, I knew from one glance to her hardening features that she would be as forthcoming about her scars as I'd been with mine.

  I'd wait, and then I'd know.

  Then I'd kill whatever was responsible for her pain.

  7

  Isa

  I wasn't sure what I'd expected to happen the moment he saw the scar. I didn't know of a single man who could think someone with that was beautiful. A hideous reminder of my stupidity and the way it had torn my family apart.

  I'd expected disgust when his eyes found mine in the dim room. What I got was fury.

  He was angry on my behalf, incorrectly assuming it had been anybody's fault but my own, but the scar on my leg was pale compared to the scars on my soul. To the feeling of being surrounded by darkness as shadows came closer to swallow me whole.

  He closed the distance between us once again as his fingers splayed over the scar, spreading my legs even wider to make room for his muscled hips. His length pressed against the most intimate part of me, as hard as steel as he nestled between me like he was always meant to be there. His thumb touched my bottom lip, dragging the flesh down to show my teeth before he pressed the wetness to my nipple and drew a ragged breath from me.

  "Rafe," I whispered, watching his eyes darken the moment the name left my lips. He leaned in, touching his wicked tongue to my nipple in a wet tease before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.

  My hands went to his hair, both pulling him closer and trying to tug him away as sensation exploded through me. Blinding pleasure I'd never felt before drove me to the point of no return as I writhed beneath him. The sudden heat between my thighs was something out of a book. Something I'd only ever read about and never dreamed to have for myself.

  It couldn't be possible for real people to feel this way. To burn from the inside and wonder how I didn't catch flame.

  His hand touched my other breast, pinching the nipple harshly as he worshiped my right with his tongue. The shock of pain compared to the wet pleasure of his mouth made me gasp. "Please," I begged.

  He slid his hand down from my breast to the strings at the side of my bikini bottom. Loosing the tie hurriedly, he shoved the scrap of fabric out of his way and did the same on the other side, until he could pull it from between my legs. I was suddenly naked with a man I had no business being with.

  My apprehension went out the window the moment his finger touched me, sliding through me and exploring me. He groaned against my breast before releasing my nipple, moving his mouth to my lips again and kissing me with a need I didn't know a man could possess. His finger tormented me, brushing against my clit before sinking lower and touching my entrance. He pulled his lips from mine, staring at my face and watching as he pressed it inside me. I bit my lip, the feeling uncomfortable but not particularly painful. Totally lost to the way his mismatched eyes watched me. To the feeling of him looking inside me and watching me unravel.

  "You're so wet for me, Princesa," he groaned, applying more pressure until he worked his finger inside of me. His thumb pressed against my clit, leaving me full and burning alive with need. He pumped that treacherous finger in and out of me slowly, driving me higher and closer to the precipice of something I didn't know I'd been capable of ever reaching.

  Not that I'd tried.

  A second finger joined the first, pressing in and stretching me while I winced from the burn. He grinned down at me, touching his lips to the valley between my breasts and lowering himself between my thighs. His lips trailed a kiss over my stomach until he laid flat on his and stared at the core of me. I closed my legs instinctively, shaking my head. "You don't have to—"

  "Hush, Isa," he reprimanded. Leaning forward to flatten his tongue against my clit and making circles around it. He groaned the moment his mouth touched me, echoing the moan that caught in my throat and made me arch my back. The heat of his mouth was blinding.

  Addicting.

  Somehow, I knew I'd never be the same.

  Those two fingers pumped inside of me slowly, preparing me for what I had to assume would be a bigger intrusion, considering what I'd felt when he lay on top of me.

  He touched a part inside of me that felt different, hooking his fingers toward my front. "Oh," I gasped, writhing my hips up toward his face instinctively. He smiled into my clit the moment I grabbed his head, lost to what he built in me. "Fuck."

  Pressing harder, he moved those fingers more firmly, and I shattered beneath him. Arching my back and spasming around him, I tightened my legs around his head as I lost control of my body.

  It was his. He could keep it.

  At that moment, I never wanted it back.

  When I'd relaxed into a heap on the bed, fighting to catch my breath, he rose to his knees and then stood. Staring down at me, his fingers finally went to the laces of his swim trunks, untying them slowly while I watched. The material parted to show more of the adonis belt at his hips; the enticing carved muscle just below his defined abs drawing my gaze as he slid the fabric down his legs.

  My breath caught, staring up at him. I might have looked like a fish, my lips opening and closing with no sound coming out. My legs closed on their own, even my vagina had the damn sense to know that wasn't going inside me.

  It curved up toward his belly button, bobbing as he climbed back into the bed and parted my legs for him to settle between again. "I don't think—"

  "We'll go slow," he chuckled, kissing me briefly as he reached between us. He gripped himself, dragging his head through my lips, and I shivered in anticipation. It was so much bigger than his fingers had been.

  The moment he prodded my entrance, apprehension slithered through me. "Condom," I said, touching his stomach to stop him. He studied me for a moment, lost to his own thoughts before he nodded and reached into the nightstand.

  Watching as he pulled a condom out, I didn't dwell on where they'd come from. Especially not when I read the name of the hotel on the packaging.

  He opened the packet with his teeth, pulling it out and sliding it over his length while I watched in fascination. Something about the sight of him touching himself pushed me back into desire, even despite the fear that he might split me in two. Tossing the empty packet to the side, he lined himself up once again and settled his weight over mine.

  Holding my gaze, he nudged my entrance and pressed in. I burned as he worked his way inside with shallow thrusts, whimpering from the pain. "Shh," he soothed me, reaching between us to touch my clit and add more pleasure to his possession.

  It didn't ease the sting as he worked through my tender tissues, but it somehow combined with the pleasure. Turning it into something else entirely. He groaned as he pressed deeper, his hips finally connecting with my body to signal that he'd somehow fit inside me. He kissed me, a rough possession that contrasted with the slow way he retracted his hips and slid back inside me. Testing. Teasing.

  Pushing the boundaries of what I could take. But as the sharp pain of losing my virginity faded to a hollow ache, I reached down and took his ass in my hands. My nails dug into the flesh there, driving him harder and deeper. He moaned into my mouth, giving me what I asked for. He struck the end of me, sending a jolt of pain through me.

  It horrified me to like it. It appalled me to know that what I'd always suspected lived inside me was truly there.

  He took me in slow, hard drives as I wrapped my legs around his waist and opened myself to him further. His
hand slipped out from between us, abandoning my clit to get deeper inside me.

  I felt him everywhere.

  His lips left mine, one of his hands supporting him on the bed and the other wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me still while his thrusts turned punishing, and he drew a gasp from me with every single one.

  It hurt, but it felt so fucking good.

  I grabbed the back of his head, holding him tight to me as he fucked me. With his eyes on mine, staring straight into me, there was nothing but him.

  Nothing but his eyes on mine and him moving inside me.

  "Fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Fucking come, Princesa," he ordered, grinding his pubic bone against me with a roll of his hips.

  I did, convulsing around him as my vision went white, and his deep groans filled my ears as his thrusts turned unpredictable and wild. He fucked me like he hated me. Until his length twitched inside me while he exploded into his own climax.

  I fought for breath, my lungs heaving underneath Rafe where he'd collapsed on top of me.

  I stared at the ceiling as he kissed my cheek, reality intruding as I came back down from the high of two orgasms.

  What in the fuck had I done?

  Rafe rolled off me finally, standing to discard the condom. I lay there, wondering what I was supposed to do.

  A one-night stand was not the way to lose my virginity. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I waited until he emerged from the bathroom and kept my eyes on the floor as I hurried into it myself.

  I cleaned myself up, washed my hands and resisted the urge to splash cold water on my face. The last thing I needed to do was look like a raccoon when I did my walk of shame and made my way back down to the party to hope Hugo and Chloe hadn't gone back to our hotel yet.

  When I opened the door, Rafe sat on the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, lounging comfortably in his space. I averted my eyes with a shy smile, looking around the floor to see if I could find my bathing suit. When I found the bottoms, I picked them up off the floor and cursed the fact that he'd untied the strings.

  "Come to bed, Princesa," he said, drawing my eyes when he chuckled.

  "That's not necessary. I should get back before my friends worry." I tried not to let the words sound bitter, but I already knew sleeping with him had been a mistake. He'd set the bar too high, and I feared no other man could compete.

  It wasn't enough he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, but he had to make losing my virginity a pleasurable experience too.

  "So call them," he said, handing me his cell phone off the nightstand. I'd left mine with the front desk at the hotel for safekeeping. I took the phone, staring down at it dumbly. Sleek and black, I'd never seen a phone with seamless edges. It was like something out of a science fiction movie.

  "That's okay," I said, handing it back to him. It was only another reminder of just how far apart our worlds were. This had been for one night.

  The night was over.

  "I should go. I don't want to overstay my welcome." He sighed, standing and prowling toward me. He again reminded me of a panther, moving through the inky darkness in the room like it was his to control.

  Like a phantom. A nightmare come to life.

  And I never wanted to wake up.

  My breath caught with the comparison of the man I remembered from my drugged dream, Rafe’s touch as he cupped my cheek driving that uneasy feeling higher. "I want you to stay." His thumb grazed the skin under my left eye, a gentle caress that felt more intimate after the things he'd done to me.

  "Okay," I whispered, typing out a quick text to Chloe's number and handing him the phone back.

  He took my hand, soothing the frayed edges of my soul as he guided me to the bed. He pulled me into his side, letting me lean my head against his chest as a pillow, and folded me into his arms.

  Something in me settled. Something about him was familiar.

  Like coming home after a lifetime away.

  8

  Isa

  Light trickled in at the edges of my vision. As I pried my eyes open and stared at the space in front of me, the luxurious champagne and gold decor staring back at me was most certainly not the purple room that had looked the same since I'd been ten.

  Weight rested over my waist, and the warmth of a naked chest pressed against my spine.

  I turned under the arm, rolling to my back and staring up at Rafe's handsome face in shock. In sleep, his expression was oddly peaceful. Like the lines of his face that marked him as a decadent and dangerous sin smoothed away and turned him into a man.

  His chest rose and fell with the deep breaths that only sleep could bring, and he groaned as he pressed closer to me. The steel of his erection touched my thigh, making me acutely aware of the distinct soreness between my legs after the night before.

  I bit my lip, slipping out of the bed and adjusting the covers, hoping he wouldn't notice me missing. It was early, and while I would have loved to sneak out before he woke up, I needed to shower if I had to make my way across Ibiza Town to the boutique hotel that would give me respite while I grieved the loss of something I’d never really had.

  A toothbrush sat on the counter, still in its original packaging. I hadn't noticed it the night before in my panic to get out of the room, but the presence seemed to mock me. Rafe's toothbrush stood in the cup, already opened from its package, having been used. The dirty feeling I'd had while I thought about leaving as soon as he was done with me came rushing back, shoved to the surface with the reality that he'd planned to have company staying the night.

  Letting me stay meant nothing. It didn't mean he'd thought our night together was special, as it seemed to me. He just seemed to have a propensity for letting a woman stay the night.

  I stared into the mirror, studying my face and wondering if I felt any different aside from the ache inside me. I still felt like me, despite somehow feeling like my world had shifted on its axis. A man had never affected me before, and I’d never let myself have a man simply because I wanted him.

  Glancing back down at the toothbrush, I tore the package open with angry movements and squirted toothpaste on like the personal offense it was. I brushed thoroughly, getting rid of the aftertaste the wine had left me with, and rinsed it before depositing it back inside the mangled package.

  He could reuse it for his next one-night stand for all I cared.

  Turning the shower on, I stepped under the water before it had time to get hot. The cold spray jarred me out of my pettiness, making me instantly feel guilty for acting like a scorned lover. I had no claim to him.

  He'd told me no lies. Never made me any promises beyond our night together.

  I knew logically I should look at the night as a blessing. I'd had a pleasant experience for my first time, and would have a great story to tell if I ever reached a point where I wanted to talk about my sex life. Instead, all I could think about was him doing the same thing that night with a new woman.

  I lathered shampoo into my hair and glared at the conditioner bottle that sat on the shelf as the rainfall shower head poured down on me. I ignored the sound of the bathroom door opening, not even daring to loose the sigh that wanted to escape. Sneaking out before he woke up would have been too good to be true.

  The shower door slid open as I rinsed, making me turn incredulous eyes back at him as he stepped into the shower with me. I felt the moment he came under the spray; the water bouncing off his body and dripping onto my back from a different angle before he even touched me. When his fingers combed through my hair, helping to rinse the shampoo out of the ends, I tugged out of his grip and turned to look at him with a scowl. "I'll be out of your way as soon as I'm done," I snapped.

  He tilted his head in confusion, and I sighed to rid myself of my frustration when he ignored the bite to my words in favor of working the offending conditioner through my hair. "What has my princesa in a temper this morning?" he asked, his words feeling like a violation in themselves. He didn't know me well
enough to talk to me about my moods.

  "Nothing," I said, reaching over to grab the bottle of body wash.

  He took it from my hands, setting it back on the shelf as he turned me around to face him. Pushing me against the shower wall, he cupped the side of my neck and used his thumb to press my chin up until I met his eyes. "Tell me."

  I relented with a swallow, heaving out a breath. "It's nothing. I'm being stupid," I admitted.

  "Isa, tell me so I can fix it," he said more firmly.

  My eyes went to the toothbrush on the counter, finally deciding that it would be foolish to feel so embarrassed about being honest with him. Soon I'd walk out of his life and never see him again, so it shouldn't matter if I left on good terms or not. "I never wanted to feel like I was just one in a revolving door of women, you know? I shouldn't have done this. It isn't me, but that's not your fault."

  He followed my gaze, turning his body. I felt the moment he saw the toothbrush, the way his body relaxed as he realized what might have upset me. "Ah. The hotel supplies many items, particularly in the penthouse suite. There are two toothbrushes in each of the other two bedrooms in the suite as well, I'm sure."

  "You didn't ask for them?" I asked stupidly, my brain furiously trying to connect the dots. It wasn't necessarily a confession that what we'd had was unique, but I couldn't expect that from a man I didn't know.

  "No," he laughed, running his thumb over my cheek. "But I must admit, I'm surprised by how much your jealousy appeals to me. Does it drive you mad to think of another woman in your place?" he asked, reaching for the body wash and squirting some into a loofa while I scowled up at him. I suddenly felt like the brunt of a joke and found I didn't much like it. "Because I think I would murder a man for looking at you too long," he said as he leaned in and touched his lips to mine gently while he stared at me and lathered the loofa with bubbles.