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gentleman, who’d entered the covered archway and was looking at them.
    Raphael felt Isabella’s instant reaction and recognized it as her flight instinct. But he wouldn’t allow her to follow it. Instead, he continued to pump into her sweet depths and reached for her ample breasts, which bobbed with each of his thrusts.
    “When you’re done with her, I’ll take her,” the man behind him offered.
    Raphael growled. “I won’t be done with her for a long time.” A very long time. “She’s mine for the night. I bought this whore, and I’m going to fuck her for every Lira she’s worth.” He grinned at Isabella when he noticed her shocked face. “So, no, you can’t fuck her, unless, of course, she consents.”
    Isabella’s protest was instant. “No!”
    Raphael chuckled. “As you can see, she only wants my cock. But if you care to watch, step closer for a better view.” He didn’t care whether the man watched or not, but he would never allow him to lay one single finger on her. Isabella would not be shared with anybody. But while her mask provided her anonymity, and him as well, he would drive her lust higher by the knowledge that they were being watched.
    The man’s footsteps confirmed that he’d accepted his offer. Raphael could see how he stood only a short distance from them to the side, so he could see both Isabella’s naked breasts as well as her cunt and how Raphael’s cock plunged in and out of her.
    “She has a beautiful cunt, this whore, don’t you think?” he asked the stranger as he sliced back into her heat, kneading her breasts in his palms.
    But the man didn’t answer. From the corner of his eye, Raphael could see why: the man’s hand had freed his own cock. Hard and thick, it strutted from his breeches as he now pumped it in his right hand.
    “I see you agree,” he commented and brought his attention back to Isabella, who’d followed his glance. Her mouth dropped open.
    “Yes, he’s stroking himself, wishing it was your hot cunt he’s pumping into. Does that excite you?” He delivered a hard thrust, and she snapped her gaze back to him, dropping her lids as if in shame. With another thrust, he jolted her. “Oh, no, you won’t turn away. I want you to watch him watch you as I fuck you.” Her eyes went wide behind her mask. He knew she wanted to watch, but was too ashamed to admit it.
    He pinched her nipples hard until she cried out, her lips quivering, her breath at a fever pitch. “Now watch him. But remember, it is my cock that’s inside you. My cock that fills you.”
    He wanted to possess her, every cell of her. And he wanted the whole world to know she was his, his to drive to ecstasy, his to pleasure. His body set his rhythm now, plunging deep and hard into her with long strokes.
    He noticed her pull her lips between her teeth as she watched the other man stroke his own cock. Raphael heard the grunts the man let out, but he only saw her, his beautiful angel, ecstasy written all over her body. He released one of her tits and dpped his hand to her pearl. She snapped her head back to him as he rubbed his thumb over it. A moment later, she cried out, and her muscles clamped around his cock, igniting his own climax.
    His seed shot from his balls through the length of his cock and exploded from its tip, pumping into her channel, flooding her with it. But he barely noticed any of it as his entire body was gripped by his orgasm, shaking him to the core. Nothing had ever felt as raw and earth shattering as the consummation of his marriage.



Chapter Twelve

    Raphael kicked the door to his home shut with his foot even as he cradled the sleeping Isabella in his arms. He’d removed their masks and tossed them shortly before they’d reached his house. He carried her into the sitting room and laid her onto the large sofa.
    “You brought dinner. I guess that’s the least you could do after making me worry about you,” his brother’s voice droned from the corner, where he sat

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