𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

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Smut warning!

His smile widened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my knee."You missed me?

"Yes, I missed everything about you,"I murmured playfully, while rubbing my foot slightly against his erection.

I needed him so bad.

"Oh, yeah?," He teased with a grin on his face.

I hummed in response already feeling the wetness forming between my legs, ruining my panties.

"You have to wait, my love,"he said, trying to control himself."You have an injury and you know how we fuck. I don't wanna hurt you."

"Oh, come on," I pouted, as I carefully slid onto his lap."It healed and it really doesn't hurt anymore. I promise I'll tell you if you're hurting me."

"I don't know, baby.."he breathed out heavily while feeling me slowly starting to move my hips.

"Why? You still have Amara on your mind? You don't want me anymore, Rafey?" I whispered provocatively.

His hands slid up my back, and before I could anticipate it, he tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking me back unexpectedly.

"Get on all fours and put your hands on the backrest. Can you do that for me?" His eyes were pinned on mine, full of lust.

I just nodded, leaving his lap and positioning myself how he ordered me to. He stood up and moved behind me, his grip firm as he held me in place.

"Fuck..you're so wet." His thumb slowly traced over the wet spot on my panties, drawing teasing circles.

He got on his knees and pulled my panties down, the shaky breath he let out making my knees go weak.

"Can I?" he already knew the answer but he wanted to tease me.

I nodded desperately and as he ran his tongue over my clit I immediately arched my back, soft whimpers escaping my mouth while my nails dug into the couch.

"Does this feel good, huh?" he spoke in a mocking manner, his tongue starting to move faster right away . His hand wandered to my ass,squeezing it before giving it a hard slap that made me gasp.

"T-too good," I stuttered my brain getting all fuzzy from pleasure.

This went on for a few moments and when I was almost about to cum, he stopped, rising to his feet again. For a second I was frustrated but when I heard him pull down his joggers and boxers I couldn't help but feel excited.

Without any warning he slammed into me, making me scream loudly and almost breaking a nail.

"Not even being gentle with me when I have a wound,"I rolled my eyes back.

I couldn't control myself anymore,it was too good.

"Shut up and take it,"
he whispered next to my ear as he pounded into me."I know you like this more than being gentle."

"We are going to break the couch, Rafe,"I moaned.

"I'll buy a new one."

RAFE'S POV

We had laid down on the couch after a few rounds, a huge blanket covering us. Anna was curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, one arm and leg draped over my hip. I had one arm wrapped around her, holding her close. I could hear her soft, steady breathing as she slept, her body warm against mine.

I couldn't sleep. Not with her like this, lying so peacefully in my arms. I kept looking down at her, admiring the way her hair fell across her face, how perfect she looked. It still amazed me how much I loved her. She made everything feel right, like nothing else in the world mattered. I never thought I'd be capable of feeling something like this—so deep, so raw. But she made it easy.

Just as I was getting lost in my thoughts, my phone vibrated on the table next to us. I tensed slightly, not wanting to wake her. Slowly, I moved her off me, carefully sitting up without disturbing her sleep. She stirred a little but didn't wake up. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on quickly, then reached for my phone.

It was one of my workers.

I answered, already annoyed. I had told them not to call me at night unless it was an emergency. "This better be good," I muttered, stepping out of the living room to not wake Anna.

There was a brief silence on the other end, then the guy spoke, his voice steady. "The job is done."

I froze, standing in the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as the weight of what he said hit me. Ward is dead.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to feel. I just stood there, staring blankly at the wall. After a long pause, I hung up without saying anything.

I should've felt something. Guilt, maybe. Or sadness. But I didn't. Nothing. It was like a part of me had already disconnected from him a long time ago. He almost killed the person I love the most. I couldn't forgive that. And now... he was gone.

Rose and Whezzie would probably mourn for a while but it would pass. He wasn't the best husband or dad- he was far from that so no one would really remember him.

I called Sarah. She picked up after a few rings, her voice groggy. "Rafe? What's going on?"

"Ward's dead," I said, my voice flat. There was a long silence on the other end. I waited, unsure of what her reaction would be.
She was his favourite after all.

Then she said, simply, "Good."

We talked for a few minutes after that. Nothing too deep. We both knew what Ward had become, how he'd crossed lines that couldn't be uncrossed. By the time I hung up, I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted from my chest.

I walked back into the living room, quietly as not to wake Anna. She was still sprawled on the couch, her naked body half-covered by the blanket, sleeping peacefully. I stood there for a moment, just watching her, and all I could think was that it was worth it.

I let him get killed for her. For her safety, for her peace of mind. And I'd do it again without hesitation.

Because she was the only thing that mattered now.