I'm yours -Rafaello Barroti

A/N: NSFW, anyway, It had been ages since I could write some slight NSFW...I have another one in mind :3 so who knows? Rafaello Barroti is the only man (one of her targets) after her "dead ex Phaser", who actually made her lose control of the situation and herself.Her mission didn't include his death but she had to kill him in order to regain some self-control. I'm not depicting a killing scene here huhuhu :p

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"You are mine!" -He whispered in her ear as he was bucking his hips hard against her plump black ass-

/He/ drove her crazy. She never willingly tried to get the attention of her targets and never felt any kind of sexual attraction towards them. She only felt it once and it was with another assassin who worked for the Shadow League like her. but /he/ was different.  That man was able to see through the smoke she blew around her, like a shelter. He accidentally observed her when she was putting her special lenses on and later confronted her about it. /He/ forced her to remove the lenses whenever they were alone so he would talk to her real self. How vulnerable she felt since then. Only those who were about to die saw her bee-like gaze for they were scary. They were cold and odd. golden irises on black eye sockets. A combo you usually never see. It was the signature of the assassin she was, of Goliath but /He/ didn't know about her. He wasn't supposed to know about her.

Rafaello Barroti was his name. She needed to seduce him in order to find her real target's location. The target was the son of an Italian mafia Lord who hired Goliath to find his little boy alive and bring him back. He suspected Barroti (who was a mafia lord too) to have kidnapped his son and sent Goliath to him. She pretended to be an escort and managed to be sent to Barroti someday he visited a palace in Vegas. At that time, she was wearing special lenses and had dyed her hair black. Little did she know that she could fall for a man like him. Never would she thought he would know how to handle her and make her lose control.

"Ahh... ahh... I'm yours...I'm yours..." -She moaned, holding the bed sheets with her hands and almost tearing them apart-

"Say it louder! say it properly!" -He groaned, this time bucking harder against her and pushing his whole length inside of her moist and warm folds. It made her scream but he simply smirked. The hands that were put on her waist were now stroking her back and sides slowly, almost lovingly.-

Rafaello was handsome, almost unearthly. He had beautiful grey eyes, a slightly olive skin, and gorgeous shiny black hair.  He was Italian, just like Don Carruci who hired Asma but from a different place, probably South of Italia. His voice was deep and suave and although he spoke as little as possible, it was enough to send shivers down her spine. It hadn't been like this at the beginning though. She resisted for quite a while until she finally gave into him. In spite of being a criminal, he had strong morals and although she didn't know yet where the little boy was, she knew he was taken care of really well. He was a formidable marksman too and a clever one. That was different from the usual boring people she had to seduce. Besides he was always on guard, always suspicious even with her which made it more interesting for both of them.  she was lying to him though, making it impossible for the mafia Lord to know that she was an assassin. She made sure to look and appear vulnerable enough to have him take care of her. Yet, she made it clear that was more than just a "bimbo", more than just an "exotic fruit" or a "trophy". She made him realize that she was very smart and a couple of bits of advice mind-absently given to him after their love-making sessions, kind of impressed the man.

"You still haven't said the words.." -He said with a slight smirk on his lips, his right hand went further up, reaching the back of her neck and allowing him to grab a fist of black hair and to yank her head back. A grunt escaped from her lips and he grabbed her throat with his other hand. Quite brutally, he pulled her back, onto his large slightly hairy chest and whispered in her ear. "I'm still buried deep inside of you, knowing you are near your release and I can leave. I have enough sluts to fuck if I snap my fingers."

"N...No!..D...Don't do this!" -Her voice was interspersed with her heavy breath. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her dyed hair was stuck to her back and face and chest. He had been bitten by her, his shoulder was still red and her teeth marks were still easy to spot on. He'd been scratched too. She had been spanked hard, and although her black skin was quite dark, the red marks of his large palms were still visible on it. her waist was bruised for he held it really hard while he was "mounting" her and her makeup was ruined, because of the sweat and the feverish kisses they shared.-


"Say them, Eli." -That stood for Elisabeth. It was the alias she gave him when they met, Elisabeth Dickens. He questioned her because of her strong African accent and she casually answered that she had been adopted by Americans. He did some researches about her and since she was clever and made up a new identity, she made sure to create a fake on the internet, fake files about everything.- "Say them or I leave!." -He threatened as he started to remove himself from her. panicked, she shook her head.-

"Ahh... Ahh. Wait! wait! I will say them...but.. but stay." -She was sincere. It surprised her. It made him smirk smugly-

"I'm waiting." -And she released her hair and throat, only to make sure he held all of it in his fist for the upcoming ravaging he planned for her. It gave her the time to think a bit and take her breath back.-

"I'm..I'm yours... I'm yours, Maestro."

Maestro. master..It was all the same. She wasn't really meaning these words but accepted to utter them to this man, and this man only. He was driving her crazy, ever since he walked into a room she was in. Because of Rafaello, she was wearing some very feminine makeup and was always wearing gorgeous dresses, expensive high heels shoes and his favorite perfume. Because of him, they were playing a weird game where she was losing more and more control to him. A game she usually would never play. Nobody could control her or make her beg, or make her want and desire. He was clever. The words were just a code, a code for him to know she gave into him and trusted him. He didn't care about being a master but he needed her to cut loose so she could experience a new level of pleasure.


"Si... Si Eli. You see, it wasn't that difficult." -He groaned, gently stroking her cheek with his large hand. She tilted her head so she could catch his fingers with her plump lips. Pulling some of his digits into her warm mouth, she started to suckle on them while he resume bucking his hips against her rear. The digits muffled her moans while his other hand was still holding her neck.-

It didn't take long before she actually reached her climax quickly followed with his. As he spent himself in a low growl, Rafaello bent forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed his ebony goddess cheek. They couldn't speak, not when she was still riding the aftermath of an orgasm he offered her, not when she actually needed action more than words. The assassin couldn't listen to anything, her mind was blank, completely white from the mind-blowing experience he let her feel but her body was oversensitive. He disengaged himself from her, but planted several kisses down her neck, while his hands were petting her hair. Rafaello was always soft after. He mastered the aftercare with perfection, providing the young woman a sensation of security and well being. As she was almost coming back to her senses, he pulled her with him as he laid on his back and on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was still harsh and she was staring at him with an intense gloomy gaze. He smiled and kissed the top of her head while his powerful arms were wrapped around her body, possessively....

Indeed, he drove her crazy....