"Do you have a girlfriend?"
The question followed that vulgar remark so shamelessly that Petra couldn't help but feel irritated.
"I don't have to answer you."
But Rafah looked completely unbothered. Instead, she kept pushing.
"So? Do you or don't you?"
Petra turned her face away in annoyance, but in the end, she decided to answer just to get it over with.
"No."
"What about before? Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
Petra frowned at once.
"Why are you so obsessed with my private life?" she snapped, though her eyes wavered despite herself.
Rafah saw that reaction and said nothing. She simply sat there, watching Petra in silence, using that familiar pressure in her gaze. It irritated Petra enough that she finally answered again, just to end it.
"I've had... two."
Rafah tilted her head slightly, as if curious.
"Men or women?"
"Women."
"Have you had sex with them?"
The question was so blunt Petra almost shot to her feet. Her voice shook with anger.
"Khun Rafah!"
But Rafah did not care. She only stared at Petra in silence, waiting for an answer, until Petra, her face burning red, finally shot back sarcastically.
"What do you think? If you were in bed with your girlfriend, would you just hold hands?"
The corner of Rafah's lips lifted. She leaned back against the chair, calmly swirling the wine in her glass, her eyes still fixed on Petra's face.
"So what kind of sex do you like?"
That invasive question made Petra lose her patience at once.
"Khun Rafah, I think this is too much. This is my private life." Her voice trembled slightly even as she tried to sound stern, but heat was already rising in her chest from the sheer discomfort.
"Yes, I know. Answer me anyway," Rafah replied with a perfectly blank face, showing no guilt and no intention of backing down.
Petra drew in a deep breath, then abruptly rose from her chair.
"Thank you for dinner. But if you called me here just to talk about this... I'd rather go home."
She turned and had only taken two steps when Rafah rose after her and grabbed her arm tightly.
"Wait."
"Let go of me, Khun Rafah!"
Petra shouted so loudly that her voice rang through the room. But before she could say anything more, Rafah lowered her head and kissed her.
It was a light kiss, lasting only a brief moment. Just their lips touching.
And yet it was enough to make Petra's heart pound.
But before she could even process it, the second kiss came.
Rafah did not give Petra any time to prepare herself. She claimed Petra's mouth again, and this one tasted entirely different. It was hot, aggressive, and practiced. Rafah's lips crushed against Petra's with ravenous hunger. One of Rafah's hands still locked firmly around Petra's arm, while the other wrapped around her waist from behind and yanked Petra's body close until both of their full breasts pressed together.
Petra did not know how long she stood frozen, letting everything happen like that.
Perhaps that was why it went too far.
Because while Petra was trembling with uncertainty, letting Rafah invade her space, her weakened body unconsciously parted her lips to search for air.
In that instant, Rafah's tongue pushed into her unguarded mouth.
That warm, heated touch traced along the inner edge of Petra's mouth, as if Rafah were testing Petra's limits. Petra shuddered, her body going rigid for a moment. She let Rafah steal the sweetness from her mouth like that.
Until Rafah finally pulled away on her own, leaving only dampness on both their lips.
"If you want more than this, I'd be happy to satisfy you."
Rafah's teasing smile made Petra pull away at once.
Her palm struck that sharp, beautiful face with full force.
Slap!
The sound rang out, but Rafah merely touched her lip and turned back with a mocking smile, as if she had felt nothing at all.
"What's this? Playing hard to get?"
Rafah's words left Petra stunned.
But the next sentence stunned her even more.
"Don't pretend you feel nothing for me when you're dying to have me fuck you. You opened your mouth for my tongue just now."
A few seconds later, Petra's palm struck Rafah's beautiful face again. This time, even harder than before. Rafah's face snapped to the side from the force of it, but Rafah still turned back and smiled at her the same way.
"Why make this so difficult? Is money what you want? Name your price. I can pay whatever you want."
Those words were the final straw.
Petra grabbed the glass of water on the table and threw it full force into Rafah's face. Cold water splashed across Rafah's beautiful features.
"You're disgusting!"
She shouted, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the room without looking back.
Rafah simply stood still, wiped the water from her cheek, and let the corner of her mouth curve into a smile, as if everything had only just begun.
Petra might not know it yet.
The harder it was to have something, the more someone like Rafah wanted it.
...
That night, Petra lay still on the bed in her softly colored bedroom. She closed her eyes, then opened them again, over and over, restless and irritated because she could not stop thinking about Rafah.
From the very first day at the Suphakiat Wildlife Foundation gala, Rafah had been the image of a perfect woman. The angel of wildlife conservation whom everyone praised. But that night, after Petra had seen with her own eyes what Rafah had done to Naphatsorn, that image had begun to twist. Even though Petra tried to separate the woman who did good for society from her sexual preferences, which should have been private.
But after what had happened tonight, everything collapsed.
Rafah was crude, rude, and far too vicious to believe she was the same "angel" Petra had once admired.
Petra was angry that Rafah had crossed the line.
And more than anything, she was angry at herself for once having imagined Rafah while bringing herself all the way to pleasure.
But the worst part was the truth that Rafah seemed to see through every shameful thought she had.
"Damn you, Khun Rafah... you disgusting woman."
Petra cursed under her breath, tossing and turning as she tried to forget every word and every look Rafah had thrown at her. But those voices kept echoing in her head.
Crude words that should not have been able to arouse her...
And yet they did.
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"I find you... intriguing. And very fuckable."
"Don't pretend you feel nothing for me when you're dying to have me fuck you. You opened your mouth for my tongue just now."
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Petra should have hated those obscene words.
But she could not deny to herself that Rafah's roughness had stirred something strange and new inside her, as if it had touched some hidden switch in her body before she had even realized it. Especially when the memory of that night came rushing back. The second kiss Rafah had forced on her, aggressive, skilled, and so hot it had almost stolen her breath. It was far too difficult to erase the trace of that feeling.
Petra shook her head slightly, as if trying to drive those images and sensations out of her mind, then closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
Even though she knew very well that the harder she tried, the clearer those images and sensations became.
Until she dreamed.
In that dream… she was back inside the luxurious dining room of Rafah's penthouse, Black Eden No.4.
The long oak table was still there. The chandelier still glittered with light. But this time, everything was different. Rafah sat at the end of the table, her razor-sharp gaze fixed on Petra as if she wanted to burn her to ashes.
Petra stood on the opposite side. She wanted to say something, but before she could even open her mouth, Rafah rose, strode toward her, and lifted her onto the table.
Her back hit the polished wood. The plates and cutlery shifted with a faint sound, but it was not as clear as Rafah's voice.
"Take your clothes off."
Her voice was calm and steady, yet far too commanding to refuse.
In the dream, Petra did not resist at all. She slipped the thin straps down from her shoulders. The fabric slowly slid from her skin, revealing her body piece by piece, as if she were stripping away every last trace of her shame.
Rafah returned to her seat, sipping wine from a crystal glass, her sharp eyes watching the sight before her with satisfaction. She remained still for a moment before giving another order.
"Touch yourself for me… Petra."
Petra froze slightly, as if her mind had not caught up with the command. But it lasted only a breath. Slowly, she lifted her hand, then obediently pressed her fingertips to the most sensitive part of herself.
Petra felt as though she had become a loyal slave girl, putting on an intimate performance solely for the mistress before her to enjoy.
Across from her, Rafah merely lifted her wineglass and took another sip. Then she set it down and resumed eating with elegant, unhurried grace. All the while, those sharp eyes never left Petra for even a fraction of a second, as if Rafah wanted to absorb every movement of hers down to the marrow.
Rafah's actions made Petra feel as though she were being bound by desire. The faster her fingers moved in and out, the deeper she sank into the role of a woman who existed only to please Rafah alone.
In that dream, Petra abandoned every fragment of shame. Her moans, the way she caressed her own body, all of it became the finest entertainment on that dining table. And everything was an offering to the only woman seated at the end of it.
Rafah Witchakornin.
When Petra was close to reaching the final edge of desire, Rafah suddenly rose and walked toward her, stopping every movement with a single sentence.
"Petra... I didn't give you permission to come."
It tore Petra away from the brink of pleasure in an instant.
And before she could steady herself, Rafah stepped in and pulled both of her legs with a force that left no room for resistance.
Petra's body was dragged toward her. Her legs were arranged into the most exposed position. Her breath caught, ragged and broken, as Rafah's hands pushed both her knees up.
Then Rafah lowered her head.
Those lips pressed between Petra's thighs without giving her any time to prepare. Everything happened quickly, as if this path were one Rafah had walked countless times before. Her hot tongue circled and dragged over her for a moment before long, slender fingers slid inside, filling her completely.
"Khun Rafah… it hurts…"
Petra's hoarse voice slipped from her lips, yet her hand had somehow buried itself in Rafah's long, silky hair, as if begging her to stay.
But Rafah did not stop. She used both her lips and tongue to devour Petra with merciless hunger, while her slender fingers continued moving without pause. The closer Petra came to the edge, the more Rafah pushed, harder and rougher, as if she intended to tear her apart right there before her eyes.
"Say my name."
The command was low and clear.
Petra shook her head slightly, gasping as if she could barely breathe.
"Say my name, Petra. I'm ordering you to say my name!"
"Ah… Khun Rafah…"
Petra's voice was so soft it was almost only a breath. But that alone was enough to bring a satisfied smile to the corner of Rafah's mouth. Then the force of her movements grew even stronger, until Petra could no longer hold back her moans and had to call Rafah's name again and again.
"Ah… Khun… Khun Rafah… Khun Rafah…"
And in that instant, sensation shot to its highest peak with a release so violent and maddening that her final moan escaped without control. The last thing she saw was Rafah's face, her lips glistening with Petra's slick arousal.
Then everything faded away.
Petra jolted awake in the darkness of her bedroom, breathing hard, her heart pounding so violently it frightened her. Sweat dampened her forehead and back. She blinked slowly, letting reality seep back in, before realizing that everything had only been a dream.
But it was a dream of Rafah.
A dream filled with obsession and desire she did not want to admit.
Petra lowered her hand to check between her thighs.
She was still wet from the dream.
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