Rafał's penthouse. Warsaw, Poland
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"You smell amazing, love."
"You are the one who smells addicting," I purred. "Which floor?"
I know this building. It was one of my father's unfinished projects, which I sold to his friend from college, Damien Arceneaux, four years ago for €170 million as he's from France and not Poland, so he could finish it and get it done. It was good deal for him, since he sold each floor for €25 million and the penthouse for €35 million, which got his company an income of €1 billion and 260 million back, and covered for how expensive it was to build it all.
He did build it. It got ready a year ago, has 50 floors, 51 if you count the two floors of the penthouse, and is one apartment per floor. It's one of the most luxurious residential buildings in Warsaw, and it's worthy given how wide the apartments are compared to all others in the Capital.
I knew I could have gotten even more money from him and sold it pricier because he would have bought it, but I settled for that price because he was good friends with dad, he respected him, and I also didn't see the need to get more than that from him as I am already rich enough for myself, give all I've inherited from dad after he died.
Besides, Damien is one of dad's architect friends who went out of their way to help me with the management of his company, as I'm still going to take four years to graduate from my five-years-long Architecture course. I may have 65% of the shares now, but he bought 7% to become a shareholder and be able to help me out on it, together with Antonella Ciarrocchi who bought 8%, uncle Krystian who has 9%, and mom who has 10%, they all take care of the company while I'm not old enough yet.
With mom being the temporary chairwoman and Antonella the CEO under mom. Though Antonella is the one who deal with everything for now, since mom has her own company to deal with, which she's both the chairwoman and acting CEO with 55% of the shares, my dad had 20% and it's now mine, while Monika has 4%, Kamila had 15% as the previous COO and vice chairwoman─ which is now Cecylia's as she inherited all of her mom's assets after she died with my dad, and the other 6% is uncle Krystian's.
She was responsible for the decoration of this project with her own company. So, in a way, this project was between Kevin's company, my dad's... mine, and my mom's. Though dad's took 15%, mom's took 5%, and the other 80% was entirely of Damien's company as it should.
I've never been here though.
It was supposed to be my dad's project, and it reminded me of him.
"50th," he winked as he walked inside the elevator with me in his arms. "The penthouse." Well, that's even better than I thought. "You are not scared of heights, are you, love?"
"Not at all," I licked my lips. "It's very different looking from your perspective," I looked down. "Must feel good to literally look down on everybody. Though your neck must hurt."
"It's good, love, but nothing compares to the view of you. You are the prettiest person I've ever met in my entire life. The second you walked inside the pub, my eyes were drawn to you and I knew I had to make you mine," he tightened his grip on me. "My body is almost exploding, I genuinely don't think I've ever been this turned on in my entire life, and I haven't even seen you out of this pretty dress, love."
His words sent a delicious shiver down my spine and I felt even more anxious, "There's something I need to tell you first," I bit my bottom lip, praying that he won't mind it.
"Even if you're in your period, I don't mind it at all, love," he anticipated, thinking something else. "You could even call me a vampire to make a point." That got a laugh out of me.
"I'm not in my period, Rafał. That's not the problem."
He narrowed his blue eyes, "So, it is a problem!"
"That depends on how you will take it," I pursed my lips.
His siren eyes went from my left eye, to my lips, to my right eye, his gaze so intense that I felt all of my bones igniting under his stare, "I doubt anything will stop me from making you mine as you are now, love, so, tell me. What is it that I may or may not see as a possible problem?" He whispered dangerously close, his breath mixing with mine.
"I've never done this before," I dropped it.
Slowly, his pretty eyebrows got together in confusion, "Slept outside your home? Or slept with someone after you just met them?"
Chuckling, I held him tighter, "I never had sex, Rafał. Never."
He blinked and his instant surprise slowly turned into amusement, "You are a virgin!" It's not a question.
Nod. "Yes."
"And you thought I would have a problem with that? With being your first one?"
I licked my lips, "I don't know, but I thought you should know. I'm not experienced, in pretty much anything physical. However, books made my mind dirty, so I may be a virgin but my mind is anything but innocent. I'm very open to trying lots of things that may be good for you and me."
Rafał smiled brightly. The brightest smile I've ever seen, possibly capable of blinding someone with its beauty.
"We have two days and two nights. I'll love to be your first in many things, love. Actually, I love the fact that no man ever touched you the way I will. For some reason, the idea of you with another man, right now, pisses me off. I'll be honored to be your first and to teach you everything I can in our limited time together, love. I'm sorry in advance, because after I'm done with you," he brushed his lips on mine sensually and I lost my breath, "you will never forget me, neither will you ever be satisfied with any other person as you will be with me."
"Do you promise?" The words left my lips before I could hold them and his eyes darkened with the sheer lust overflowing from his entire being.
"I promise," he whispered and the elevator finally opened on his penthouse. "Do you know if you are in a safe day, love?"
His voice came out even deeper and raspier as he opened his door through eye reading, facial recognition, and the vocal password 'Hell is empty and all the devils are here,' which could both be a reference to the Shatter Me book series, and to Shakespeare.
And as he closed the door behind us with a hard kick, and still didn't let me down, I felt myself growing more and more anxious. "It's a safe day. I checked with my gynecologist, just to be sure and avoid any accidents."
"Good," he grinned mischievously and strode towards a fancy dark staircase, but I couldn't pay attention to his place as I was too focused on him.
"Why?" I whispered, already imagining the reason, but feeling the need to hear it from his lips.
He kept it silent until we arrived at a wide dark wooden door that was slightly opened. Kicking it fully open, he walked inside with me and closed it behind with his feet. As I took a quick look around, I noticed that it was his bedroom, all decorated in dark furniture and colors.
Rafał crossed the distance between the door and his ridiculously huge bed in three steps with those long legs of his, then he laid me down and kneeled in front of me.
Gasping, I sat down on his bed, "W-w-what are you doing?"
Smiling, he caressed both my ankles, "I'm taking these off your feet, of course, love," he purred and proceed to undo the lace of the Saint Laurent heels.
His touch burned my skin like molten lava and it made me want to jump on him. And when the naughty bastard kissed my ankles softly after he put my heels away? It was all I needed to act on my impulse thoughts.
Taking him by his shirt, I brought him up and closer to me, making him cage me over his bed, then I used the slit on my dress to push the silk out of the way and laced my legs around his torso, locking him over me.
"You were being such a good girl, love, aren't you trying to revolt now?" He purred sensually, close but not as close as I wanted, eyes on mine.
"I have daddy issues, Rafał, if you call me a good girl like that, I'll be tempted to call you daddy," I hardened my grip on his shirt and with all my strength, I switched us to make me tower over him. "I need you. I don't want you to slow down just because I'm a virgin. I want all you can give me, with no need to try and preserve my purity."
His pupils dilated and his hands went to my ass as he grabbed my thick skin hard and pressed my hips on his frightening erection. "If I go all out on you from the beginning, I will end up hurting you, baby girl."
Now he's provoking me and going along with my kink, "I don't care about the pain, daddy. It's welcome. All I need is you in me," pining him down with one hand, I took one of his and guided it to my panty, for him to see how wet and slick he's making me. "Don't torture me on this, daddy. I've been burning for you since I first saw you. I'm here, do what you promised, make me yours."
Rafał made his fingers slide inside my soaked panties and when his finger touched my pussy, my body shook and a moaned curse left my lips. "Bloody hell. You're dripping wet, baby girl."
His huffed words made me ever wetter and I bit my bottom lip to hold the moan that was fighting to leave my lips. "Daddy, please," I cried.
"I didn't think you would be so ready for me like this, baby girl," then he proceeded to slide three of his long fingers inside me at once, mercilessly, and I yelped, my nails digging onto his shoulders as I cried with the sheer pleasure of his touch. "You are so slick, love."
"I need..."
"I know what you need, baby girl," he grinned. "However, I don't want to break you in two. You are a virgin, your pussy is tight and intact, and I'm really big and thick. If I don't prepared you even a bit, I'll hurt you in a bad way, and I don't want that."
I swallowed and bit his left shoulder to hold my cries and steady myself. When he added the fourth finger, I felt like I was going to explode, an electric wave of shivers spread over my entire body again and again. Then he used his thumb to play with my clit, making me unable not to ride his hand.