Rafael pulls something from his back pocket, and when I see the gleam of silver, a chill runs through my entire body.

"You're gonna bleed for what you did today," he says, his voice low and menacing as he steps closer. The knife in his hand catches the dim light, and suddenly, every reckless decision I made up to this moment rushes back in brutal clarity. Panic grips me. I slide off the desk in a frantic attempt to escape, but I don't make it more than a step before his arm is around my waist, dragging me back to him.

I thrash, wild and desperate, knowing I'm making things worse but not caring. I can't let him win. But his strength overpowers me, and before I know it, we're on the floor. His body hovers above mine, pinning me down. I keep fighting until I feel it—the cold edge of the blade pressed against my neck, right against my racing pulse.

"Fuck," he breathes, the sound thick with amusement. "I should have you like this every time." His voice is dark, laced with a twisted kind of pleasure, as he rests the blade at my throat.

"I'm sorry," I cry out, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. The reality of the situation crashes down on me. I could die like this—humiliated, trembling, my body betraying me as I ache for something I shouldn't.

"You look..." His words trail off as he pulls the blade from my neck, dragging it slowly down the front of my dress. The fabric tears under the sharp edge, splitting in half as he cuts my dress away. "...exquisite," he finishes, his gaze hungry as the knife rests against my face. His erection presses into my core, and to my horror, my body clenches in response. I'm fucking turned on by this?

"Please, Rafael. Please..." I plead, my voice breaking as tears spill down my cheeks.

But he doesn't listen. The blade slides lower, settling between my legs, and with his other hand, he pulls out the egg vibrator. My eyes widen as I feel something cold and foreign pressed against my core, and when he starts to move it, I can't hold back the sound that escapes my lips.

"Rafael," I moan, the sound betraying me. The blade's handle pushes into me, the cold steel an unfamiliar, sinful sensation. He moves it slowly at first, thrusting in and out, and I hate how much it feels like heaven. Shame burns through me, but it only makes me wetter. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will it away, but the pleasure crashes over me, unstoppable.

"Aren't you full of surprises?" Rafael's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts, taunting as he pulls the blade away from me.

My eyes flutter open, and I find him undoing his fly, his smirk spreading as he catches me watching. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding my veins. Despite everything, a part of me smiles inwardly. I thought I was losing my mind for a second, but no. This was what I wanted all along.

He's going to fuck me now.

Once Rafael's finished undoing his fly, I expect him to dive right in—but he surprises me. He picks up the knife again, his eyes dark with intent. My breath catches as he uses the blade to fully peel the remains of my dress from my body, the cool metal sending a shiver through me.

I gasp when the blade flicks against my bra, slicing it in half with a quick, precise motion. The sting of it nicking my skin shocks me as my breasts fall free, my nipples hardening instantly in response to the sharp pain and cool air.

"I hope you haven't forgotten, pequeña rebelde," Rafael murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he bends down, his tongue flicking out to lick the small drop of blood from my chest. "You're going to bleed for me, my little firecracker."

The blade slides across my skin, this time leaving a thin, deliberate cut across my breast. Blood wells up, and Rafael's mouth is on me, sucking and licking. His lips close around my nipple, his tongue teasing the peak as I arch my back, toes curling from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Rafael," I moan, the sound drawn from deep within me. At that moment, he thrusts into me, filling me completely just as his mouth pulls away from my now red, sensitive skin.

"You've only just begun, pequeña rebelde," he breathes against my skin, pulling back before plunging into me again, slow and deliberate. My hands find his arms, gripping them as waves of pleasure ripple through me, my body tightening around him.

The knife moves to my other breast, grazing my skin just enough to let blood flow without truly hurting me. Again, his tongue follows the blade, licking the wound clean as his hips move in rhythm, thrusting in and out of me with infuriating control.

"Faster," I plead, my nails digging into his arms as I try to push him, needing more.

Rafael only smirks, maintaining his maddeningly slow pace. A wild thought rushes through my mind, and I can't stop myself.

"Let me on top," I say boldly, my voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and desire. Rafael's thrusts stop immediately, his brow lifting in surprise. I blink, almost regretting my words. But I push through, determined. "Then don't fuck me if you won't. Because right now, you're doing a shitty job."

A dangerous grin spreads across his face, and I know I've crossed a line. He knows it, too. My heart pounds in my chest, waiting to see what he'll do next. But instead of continuing, Rafael pulls out of me. A whimper escapes my lips. That's not what I wanted.

"That smart mouth of yours is going to get you killed one day, Francesca," he growls, and before I can process it, he flips me over onto my stomach. His hands roam over my ass, fingers dipping between my legs, slick with my juices.

"You want to be fucked?" His voice is low and dangerous. "I will fuck you."

Without warning, he thrusts into my backside, and pain explodes through me. My body tenses as I cry out, slapping my hand back to try and push him away, but he's relentless.

"I was saving this for a special occasion," he grunts, his breath hot against my ear as his hips move, "but I guess today's the day."

"Rafael, it hurts!" I sob, writhing beneath him, trying to escape the intense pressure. He leans down, his lips brushing my ear.

"Relax, pequeña rebelde. Accept me in. That's the only way it won't hurt," he whispers, his voice coaxing me. He pulls out and then slowly pushes back in, giving me a moment to adjust.

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to relax as he moves again, this time with more care. The pain begins to ebb, replaced by a strange, intoxicating pleasure. His fingers slide inside me, teasing at first, then gradually thrusting deeper in a maddening rhythm that he establishes in my ass.

"Rafael," I moan, my body trembling from the overwhelming sensation of being filled in both places. His movements are relentless, the pleasure mounting with every thrust until I feel like I'm going to explode.

And then I do. My body convulses as I squirt, liquid pouring down my legs, my entire being consumed by the intensity of it. Rafael groans, pulling his fingers from me as his hands grip my waist, his nails digging into my skin as he chases his own release.

"Made just for me," he growls, spanking my ass as he thrusts deeper, faster. My body hums, the pleasure building again as he reaches his peak. He curses, his body tensing as he fills me with his release.

"Fuck," he groans, pulling out of me slowly. "I told you you'd bleed for me," he says, his tone dark with satisfaction as he spins me around to face him. I look down and see his dick covered in my blood.

Panting, I stare up at him, my body trembling from the aftershocks of what we just did. He's still fully dressed, only his fly undone, while my clothes are in tatters on the floor. He stands up, his eyes never leaving mine as he walks into the adjoining bathroom. I hear the sound of running water as he spends a few moments in there.

By the time he returns, I'm on my feet, my body still humming from the intensity of it all. I can't even think about the pain I'll feel when I finally sit down.

"C'mon," he says, lifting me from the ground, cradling me in his arms, and carrying me bridal style.

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice soft as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"To get you cleaned up," he replies, his tone gentler now as he walks us toward the office bathroom.