Forbidden

I felt even more dizzy and mom gasped, "Zofya? What's happening? You are ashen pale," she came to me. "Are you okay?"

"What? Are you dumbfounded by my beauty?" He grinned.

"Shut up, King, can't you see this isn't the moment?" Mom yelled.

"Noralina, my name is Rafał, not King. I hate when you call me that, I can smell your envy from he," then he turned to me, and for a second I saw worry on his eyes, but then he masked it with mischievous. "So, you are my infamous problematic niece?"

"Rafał," I gasped, my eyes widened even more.

"Rafał?" Elena, Keith, and Dragan mumbled under their breath, behind me, and I felt like dying.

"You said his name was King!" I turned to mom. "And he was 30."

She gasped, "I never did that."

"You said all your 5 siblings were born one after the other, a year apart from each other, and my whole life you only call him King," I hissed.

Trying to understand what the fuck was happening here, and how could my Rafał be the damn uncle I've been hating at, my eyes went to Cecylia and uncle Krystian, they looked fucking guilty, and I had to do my all not to start fucking cursing them right here.

"Why did you call her Noralina?" I glared at him, exasperated, "Her name is Eleonora, not Noralina."

He tilted his head, "Eleonora Katalina. Noralina is a childhood nick she has in the family, love."

I felt my world coming down crushing at me, and when my head began to hurt like hell, I felt a metallic taste in my tongue and before I could even realize, everyone gasped, "You nose!" Mom cried.

Slowly, I brought my right hand up and touched my nose, and a line of blood formed, descending my hand. "Ah," I mumbled, almost not hearing my own voice, "fuck," it was the last thing I remember mumbling before my body crumbled down and everything went dark.

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The moment I woke up, I prayed silently that everything was all a big nightmare, but as I inhaled his lemon scent and I felt someone staring at me not that quite far from me, in the room I'm in that I'm pretty sure it's mine because my bed is the most comfortable in here, I felt like crying. Still without having the balls to open my eyes, I used my right hand to touch the bed until the right end of it, but before I could touch anything else, a big hand held mine softly, and as soft lips kissed the back of my hand, I know it was him.

Him. With me. In my room.

Swallowing, I pressed my eyes together, "Tell me it ain't true."

"Open your eyes, love," I instantly opened it and met his conflicted.

He was in the same clothes, so I don't think it's been that long since I passed out, but how is he here with me? In my room locked? "Tell me it's not true," I asked him again, my voice a whisper. "You can't be King."

"Well, and you couldn't be Zofya, hm?" He narrowed his eyes. "I have been freaking out because of it for some days now, love. Unfortunately for this situation," sigh, "its true. Seems like I'm your… uncle. Jesus Christ, I can't believe Krystian, that bastard, knew it and said nothing."

I groaned, "You tell me? I've been with them the whole time, and they didn't tell me. They kept throwing some stuff about King in the air, but I thought you were a totally different person, Goddamn it," I tried to sit down but I flinched with the pain, "fuck."

Rafał's face got full of worry and he passed his big arms around me in a way to help me sit down, with all the care in the world, "Careful, love."

"I feel like crying," I groaned. "Too much happening at once." As I pressed my lips together, feeling my anxiety crawling up again, and our eyes met, everything got tense, and just like that I felt my body burning for him. "Now I don't think we should… it's forbidden…"

He inhaled sharply and his eyes went to my lips, "We shouldn't…"

"It's a terrible mistake," I whispered.

"Tremendous."

"We'll regret this," my lips parted softly open.

"Eventually."

"It's a bad idea," I breathed.

He swallowed, when our eyes met again, it's as too late, "Fuck it," he gasped before he grabbed me by my neck and pressed his lips on mine.

My heart skyrocketed and kissed him back, desperately, needy, feverously, yearningly, and all of my thoughts went to hell. He leaned into me, hands going from my waist to my hips, and as if I weighed nothing, he held me as he swiftly moved to my bed, sitting down with back to my river of pillows, opening my legs and making me straddle him. His hands came to my arms and he brought mine to his shirt, right above the buttons of the silk black dress shirt, bringing his to my ass, pressing me over his enormous erection, as I deepened the kiss.

Instantly, my hands began working on the buttons of his shirt and in no time I pushed it down from his muscled shoulders and arms, throwing it far away from us, then I passed my hands all over him, feeling him. Biting my bottom lip as we paused the kiss for air, he grabbed the ends of my hoodie and raised it to take the piece out of me, and I raised my arms to be helpful, then, in a second it was out.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice deeper than ever, and as I looked at his eyes, they were in my body, "you got the tattoos."

"20 of them," I whispered.

But when his fingers surrounded the bruise on my ribs, I flinched and his eyes came to mine, angry, worried, lethal, "I'm sorry you got hurt, love. I'll kill him for you, I promise," oh, he wasn't joking? "Are you sure you want to be with me in this state?"

"Fuck yes," I gasped and kissed him again. "I got in birth control."

He held me by my shoulders, "When?"

"A day before I left to Switzerland," I rolled to the side and began taking off my pants, "come on, love, take yours. They are useless for what we are planning on doing here."

"I've been dying these last 16 days," he groaned. "You drove me bloody insane for different reasons, and you ran from me. I can't believe you ran from me and went to another fucking country, love. Seriously. You lost your mind. You drove me near insanity, when I thought you… had died. But now," he breathed, rolled to me, coming over and caging me under him, naked, his titanic cock huge and thick for me, "open those pretty legs for me and tell me what you said in the phone again, baby girl."

Fully naked, my legs spread wide open at his command, my breasts swollen and heavy, my nipples hard, my pussy dripping wet for him, "I love you, daddy," I held onto his neck, "I love you. I need you. You are mine. You are my reason to," as his blue eyes darkened, he pressed the fat huge head of his cock on my clit, making me cry a moan, "keep living," I cried as his brought it from my clit to my pussy entry very slowly, mixing my juices with his pre-cum.

"Say my name," he growled.

"Rafał," I moaned, doing my best not to roll my eyes, keeping them on his. "Fuck, I need you. I love you, Rafał. I thought about you every damn day I was out," I cried when he didn't get in me, but instead, pressed his huge thick shaft on my soaked pussy lips, causing an addicting frictions. "I was… I was scared of you not wanting me because I'm younger," I cried. "I wanted you to learn the truth, but I was too scared to telling you myself, that's why I… ran away. I didn't want to, I swear to God, all I wanted was to stay with you forever in that apartment, but…"

He hardened the friction more, making me moan loudly, "But…?"

My mind went blank for a second and I pressed my breasts hard against his chest, "But… but…" he did it again, and almost choked on my saliva, "I… I couldn't… I needed to be back or mom would freak out since she had no idea I was out like that, only that I was at Cecylia's… and… and I was feeling guilty for lying about my identity… and scared that the truth would… push you away… And I also need to ask my mom to emancipate me, and…"

"You weren't emancipated?" He frowned.

"Fuck… I was…" I cried. "But mom didn't tell me, that bitch."

"What? What do you mean? How could she keep it from you?" He asked that, while hardening the friction of his cock over my pussy even more, making me get as wet as a geyser for him.

"She thought it wasn't important… I… I've been emancipated for almost a fucking year. And she… didn't tell me shit," I cried. "I… I got so fucking mad… it was more reason for me to leave to Switzerland… you didn't commit any crime… I was an adult when… we met."

"But you didn't know that, did you?" He scoffed.

I swallowed, "No…"

"Hah, I don't know what make me angrier you, or that bitch!" He hissed and grabbed my two wrists with his hand, pressing them tight above my head, then caressed my neck with the other one, "Let me cover those marks on your neck with my own," then, he moved his hips in a way that made the fat head of his cock go through my slick folds and right to my pussy entry, and when I gasped, he grinned wolfishly. "You know the rules, eyes open, on mine," he purred.

"The… the door."

"It's locked and I know your room is soundproof," then, he nuzzled his nose on mine, only brushing our open mouths together, and a growl left his throat as he deep thrusted into me, mercilessly, and it felt as if I he was taking mu virginity all over again, my brain went blank and I felt tears rolling down my spine, the pain and the pleasure taking over me, taking over us both. "Yes," he bit my bottom lip, "you are still as tight as you were when I fucked you the first time, baby girl. Fuck, I missed how tight your cunt wraps around my cock."

A cry left my lips as I struggled to breath, "Oh my God," I moaned, feeling him everywhere, impaling me again, way beyond my bellybutton.

He grinned against my lips, "Yes, I missed how you call me God."

"Daddy… please…" I cried, feeling difficulty to move under him, everything way more overwhelming and mind-blowingly more delicious given how much my body was needy and missing his, missing him in me. "I need you… I… please, daddy."

"I know what you need," he snapped, still angry. "Raise your legs and wrap them around me, baby girl."

Struggling to breathe and not to moan, I obeyed him and he pressed his body against mine, then he began to thrust inside me, raw and deep, violently hard and merciless, starting slow and quickening his pace, going quick enough that with all the strength he was putting his huge and heavy balls began to spank my ass hard. He kept his grip hard on my wrists and in my neck, his lips going to the curve where my neck meets my shoulders, sucking, biting, marking me.

I saw the stars, overwhelmed by the pain and the pleasure, tears still streaming down my eyes, as I cursed and cried, needy of him, needy of more even through the overwhelming pain of feeling his thick huge cock reaping me apart in that addicting delicious way he does every time. And before I could even register, my hips were moving with him, desperate for more, hungry, yearning, craving to own every part of him.

"Yes," he cursed, bringing his lips up again, brushing on mine, "that is my good girl," he bit my bottom lip as I moaned for him, "move those hips for me, love. Take everything like I know you can," then he kissed me and I kissed him back, crashing against him, tongues dancing, bodies taking the lead on our love making.

"Rafał," I cried against his lips. "I love you…"

"I love you more," he said against my lips and I felt his tears mixing with mine, but he didn't stop, no.