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A week later, I stared at myself in my bathroom vanity. With a heavy sigh, I pulled open the side drawer and pinned my hair back, washing my face and applying my skincare routine. I tried very hard not to think about Rafe Cameron. All week, I’d kept myself busy so as to avoid the thoughts of me laying on an altar and being worshipped with his mouth.
He’d left and hadn’t come back. I’d had to walk home alone in the rain, convincing myself that the tears streaming down my cheeks were just particularly warm raindrops. And I’d done my best to shove him as far from my mind as possible. So now, on my Saturday night, I had given myself the night off from the social scene. All I wanted to do was get into my pajamas and eat junk food while binging reality TV.
Once I finished my skincare routine, I pulled on my nicest set of champagne-colored silk tank and shorts sleep set. I relished the feeling of the luxurious fabric against my skin. I poured essential oils into my diffuser by my bed, peeled back my billowy white comforter, and sank into my cool sheets.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Rubbing chapstick on my lips absentmindedly, I picked up my phone and switched off my bedside lamp, flooding the room with darkness apart from the moonlight streaming in from my window and balcony door and the flickering colors of my tv screen.
I lifted my phone up to check my messages, brows furrowing when I noticed the text had come from an unknown number. Sitting up slightly, I clicked to open the message.
What a pretty little set, princess.
My mouth dried out, my heart slamming in my chest like a caged animal. I looked out my window, eyes frantically searching the tree line for sights of some creep looking in my window. Fear trickled down my spine, standing my arm hair on edge. I shivered.
My phone buzzed again, and I looked at where I’d laid it down on my bed like it was poisonous, cursed. Steeling myself, I looked again.
It would look better on the floor, though. Or maybe I just need a closer look.
My nostrils flared, suddenly angry. It was such an invasion of privacy. Some creep either had really good timing or had been watching me through my windows while I got ready for bed. My body felt exposed, vulnerable.
My thumbs typed furiously, slamming the send button.
Who is this?
I stared at the screen, waiting for a response. Minutes passed and I began to get antsy. I chewed my nails, a bad habit I’d had my whole life. My mother always fussed at me for it, but she wasn’t there to do that now. She and my father were on vacation for their anniversary and wouldn’t be home until mid-next week.
My heart nearly stopped when my phone buzzed again, signaling another message.
I’m hurt, princess.
What the fuck? Then fear sucker punched me deep in the gut. No one called me that but Rafe. He’d always made fun of me for being a kook princess, knowing it was something I tried to avoid with everything in my power. Fucking jackass. I typed and sent a quick reply.
Rafe?
The message returned was almost immediate.
Who’s Rafe?
My stomach dropped. He was kidding. He had to be kidding. Rafe loved to fuck with me, and loved to play his little games. He was hoping to scare me, to drive me away. I would show him that I wasn’t afraid of him.
My thoughts spun wildly. I jumped at the next buzz, two messages in a row.
You look so comfortable.
I slowly climbed up from my bed, kneeling by the window to peer outside as closely as I could while being as least visible as possible. The trees jostled with the breeze. It was so dark outside, the moon giving minimal light. I searched the tree line but couldn’t see anything.
See me yet?
My breath hitched, racing in and out of my nose in pants. This fucking asshole. I growled, standing up and grabbing my long robe-style cardigan and pulling it onto my shoulders, sliding on my Birkenstocks and unlocking my balcony door, stepping out into the night air.
“What the fuck, Rafe?” I yelled into the chilled night air. The only response was the rustling of the leaves. Crickets chirped softly in the distance. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes, looking all around in search of him.
Quiet night, huh?
“Rafe, I’m not playing your fucking games!” I shouted, my voice slightly shaky, which I hated and immediately my face heated. My phone buzzed again.
But you look so good doing it
“Okay, fuck you, asshole! I’m going inside.” Before I even made it to the door, another text came through.
Are you sure you want to do that? What if I’m already inside?
Nausea roiled in my gut. My eyes stung and I felt like I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Rafe would never hurt me… Would he?
I turned on my heel, quickly twisting my deadbolt into place and yanking down and closing the blinds. Why did this have to happen when my parents weren’t home to protect me? The house fell into a stark, deadly silence. I felt like I was going to be ill. Rafe texted again.
Come find me, princess.
Then seconds later came another.
I dare you.
Sick motherfucker. I wouldn’t be afraid of him. I wouldn’t allow him the satisfaction of seeing me cower in fear. I looked around my room quickly, cursing before realizing I had literally nothing in here to protect myself with.
I wrapped my cardigan tighter around myself and stepped up to my door. Taking one last deep breath, I crossed the threshold and walked into the darkness of the house. The floor creaked slightly under the soft padding of my house slippers. I paused, ears straining to hear anything.
My ears rang with the effort, but still, I heard nothing. It was possible he was still just fucking with me and wasn’t actually here at all. But my mind wouldn’t allow me to not check. I checked room by room, ensuring all doors and windows were locked and that they hadn’t been tampered with.
Finished checking the upstairs, I stood at the top of the stairs, gulping before slowly beginning my descent. My body was a livewire, set on edge by the anticipation of what might await me below. I chewed my bottom lip, entering my parent’s room.
I checked everywhere I could think of, finishing my sweep of the downstairs by checking the door to the garage. Flicking the deadbolt into place, I sighed a deep sigh of relief. That was the last lock to be checked. Now I knew he was just fucking with me, and I could return to my night and ignore him.
I pulled a glass from the cabinet, using the fridge to pour myself a glass of water. The light from the refrigerator was the only illumination in the dark. I leaned against the cabinet, taking a large sip of my water. My phone buzzed again, and I rolled my eyes as I picked it up.
So, here’s my question, princess.
I had half a mind to just turn my phone off.
Did you just lock me in…
Or out?
My heart threatened to give out. I sat the glass in my hand down tentatively, trying to steady myself. I needed to call the police. What if it wasn’t even Rafe texting me? Fuck.
“I’m going to call the police, you freak!” I screeched into the dark house.
At the moment I finished my sentence, the light on the fridge switched out, plunging me into pure darkness. I swore, hands shaking as I fumbled for the switches on the kitchen wall and started flipping every single one like crazy, no lights turning on at all. Had he cut the fucking breakers?
The phone buzzed.
They wouldn’t get here in time.
“You sick bastard, I’m not fucking playing around! I’m calling the police and if you fucking come near me, I’m going to stab you!” I shrieked out, pulling the biggest knife from the butcher block and holding it up in front of me.
Another buzz.
Promise?
I snarled, storming through the house to the front room, where I would call the police and watch the door for when they would come. I backed myself into a corner so I could see him coming and began dialing. Before I could press the call button, another text came through.
I bet you’re fucking soaked, worrying what I might do to you, aren’t you?
“Stop being a fucking sick asshole!” I yelled. I hated more than anything that he was right. I hated the way the fear and anticipation lit my body on fire. It was why I hadn’t called the police yet. I hated that about myself and the white-hot shame it sent through my blood.
Heavy footsteps sounded from a room over, and I froze as I listened, hearing him ascend the stairs slowly as if he had more right to be in my home than I did. I hated that I wanted to follow him. I should stay put, call the police, and get him arrested for breaking into my house.
Swearing under my breath, I steeled my spine as much as I could, stomping up the stairs and rounding the corner. My soul nearly left my body when I turned to see his dark figure in the doorway to my bedroom.
He was so fucking tall, so broad. He wore a black hoodie with the hood up and dark pants. It was so dark I couldn’t even see his face, which just made him so much more intimidating. It left that small sliver of fear that he wasn’t actually Rafe.
“Rafe,” I gasped out.
His head slowly tilted to the side as he watched me silently.
“You need to leave,” I commanded, my voice not holding much conviction. He didn’t move, made no sound.
I looked around, wanting to find something to throw at him, but finding nothing. I held the knife up higher, trying to squeeze the hilt tight enough to hide the shaking of my hands. I saw his shoulders trembling as he held back mocking laughter.
“What the fuck do you want, Rafe?” I shouted again, exasperated. He pulled out his phone, keeping the screen low enough to not illuminate his face. He typed quickly, before turning off the phone and sliding it into his back pocket. My phone buzzed and I checked the message.
You know exactly what I want.
He took a slow step toward me, causing me to stumble back a bit. Another step toward me had me bee-lining it downstairs. I heard his heavy footfall behind me and I whimpered, swinging wildly around a corner. He was gaining on me quickly.
I screeched when his large hands grabbed me from behind, pushing me forward and bending me over the kitchen island. I panted wildly as he pinned my hand holding the knife so it was immobilized. He squeezed my wrist, making me release the knife as it clattered to the marble. He picked it up, examining it with a dark chuckle while spreading his hand dominantly across my back, holding my face down against the countertop.
He lifted the knife, dragging it lightly down my back, forcing me into a tense stillness to avoid cutting myself. My breathing was shallow and terrified. I felt like a trapped animal, moments from death between his teeth.
“Scared yet, princess?” His voice was so deep, so intoxicating. I hated the way it made my underwear grow wetter and heat burn low in my stomach in anticipation of his touch.
“I’m not fucking scared of you,” I snapped.
He chuckled. “Wrong answer.”
He pressed his body against mine, leaning to press his chest to my back. He ground his hips against mine, the hardness of his cock evident against his jeans as he rubbed me through the incredibly thin fabric of my shorts. My body betrayed me, a moan spilling out of me before I’m able to stop it.
The smell of Rafe envelops me and threatens to cause my eyes to roll back into my head. My mind and body were always at odds when it came to Rafe. I knew I should stop this, should scream and push him off me, but my body gave into his too easily every time.
“I called the police,” I squeaked. “They’ll be here any minute.”
I felt his warm breath against the shell of my ear, goosebumps racing across my skin with a shiver. I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as he thrust his hips against mine again.
“Yeah, baby?” He growled. “Let’s give ‘em a fucking show, then, huh?”
His hand reached around me to rub his fingers back and forth across my lower stomach, occasionally dipping his pinkie below the waistband before retreating again. He was toying with me even still. Impatiently, I wiggled my ass back into him.
I felt him chuckle at my back.
“Such a fucking dirty little slut, aren’t you, princess? Just need to be filled,” he growled as he pressed himself into me harder. I was so fucking wet, my pussy throbbing desperately wanting to feel him inside me.
“Please,” I whined.
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me,” I begged.
His hand dipped below my shorts, finger running up my folds and snarling at the desperate mess he discovered there. He plunged a finger inside of me, feeling me pulsate around him and sighing, resting his forehead against my upper back.
“My dirty girl,” he purred into my ear, making me shiver. “Fucking knew fear turned you on.” He was so damn smug. And unfortunately, so damn right.
“Fuck you,” I growled, but he just laughed.
“I think you intended to,” he cooed. “Think about me this week? Wondering why I hadn’t seen you? Why I didn’t fuck you?” I despised him. His words reignited my fire. I attempted to push him off of me, but he was too strong. His hand pressed harder on my back, keeping me bent over for him.
“I know I’ve thought about you,” he continued. “Couldn’t get the taste of you off my mind.” His hand pulled out of my shorts to grope my ass, pushing his hips harder against me as he did.
“Rafe,” I gasped.
His hands gripped the tops of my shorts and he yanked them down in one move, growl vibrating in his chest. My breath hitched at the flood of cool air against me. He pulled back to look at me, murmuring curses under his breath.
He kept me bent over, watching as he slid his fingers through my wetness, marveling at the mess he’d caused. He slid a finger inside with a guttural groan. I gasped as I felt him add a second finger. He plunged them in and out of me, watching his fingers disappear inside me, mouth slack and eyes hooded. His hair hung in his eyes in such an intoxicating way. No one should be as beautiful as Rafe. It wasn’t fair.
“More,” I whined, “I need more of you.”
He pressed his fingers deep inside of me, leaning back over to brush my hair from my eyes and talk into my ear from where he leaned over my back. “You want my cock, sweet girl? Is that it? Want me to ruin you all over again?”
I bit down on my lip in shame as I nodded. He hummed, kissing the top of my back.
He grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and turned me toward him, our bodies flush against one another's. He looked me up and down with a deadly slowness before grinning. It was a sadistic smile, one full of sinful promise. It made my heart stutter in my chest and heat swirled through my stomach.
“Then beg,” he said, shrugging with that same feral grin.
“What?” My brows furrowed. He couldn’t be serious.
“Beg me to fuck you, Kiara,” he said.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” I laughed, shaking my head.
He nodded; lips downturned as if he was considering it. He took a step forward, pressing my back against the countertop. I squealed as his hands gripped my hips and lifted me to sit on the countertop, naked. The marble was cold and made me squirm.
His fingers found the edge of my silk tank top, pulling it up and over my head. His mouth covered my nipple, tongue swirling and sending the most delicious heat to my core, and my face reddened as I felt myself grow slick and ready for him.
I wouldn’t beg. Couldn’t beg. I couldn’t take the mental defeat of being left so abruptly the last time we were together only to beg for him the next time. The thoughts in my head were impossible to maintain while his warm, wet mouth rolled the bud of my nipple lazily in his mouth. My pussy throbbed, desperate for any contact and missing his fingers. I squirmed and felt him smile against my chest.
Fuck. I was going to beg, wasn’t I?
His mouth switched to the other nipple, and I moaned, throwing my head back. I fisted the front of his shirt, dragging him as close as possible to me, scooting to the edge of the countertop and opening my legs so he stood between them. He gripped my hips with bruising force, grinding against me. The sensation of his jeans against my bare cunt had me moaning and rolling my hips to meet his.
“God, the way your body responds to me drives me fucking insane,” he murmured under his breath.
He pushed his hips harder against mine, grabbing my ass to push me against him. His mouth found mine, owning it entirely. He slid his tongue across my bottom lip before dragging my lip between his teeth. I sighed into him, eyes fluttering with pleasure. His tongue delved into mine, fucking me with it. Sharp shocks of pleasure lightening bolted to my cunt as if that was where his tongue was caressing.
“Rafe,” I moaned against his lips. He smiled under my kisses, sliding a hand up my back to hold me against him.
“You’re making a fucking mess of my jeans, baby,” he groaned into my mouth. He rolled his hips again, and I thought I might just lose my mind if I didn’t feel him inside me soon. My cunt pulsated, desperate to be full of him.
“Rafe,” I moaned again.
“Kie,” he purred back to me.
I whined. He gave a dark chuckle.
“All you have to do is beg, pretty girl, and my cock is yours,” he said, fighting his smile.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Hmm, please what?”
“Fuck me, Rafe. Please, I need you,” I begged him, ignoring the shame that threatened to enter my mind and focusing all my attention on him instead.
“Yeah, baby? You need me?” His eyes were dazed, glossed with his lust. I bit my lip and nodded and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
“Then take me, baby,” he said, looking down between us. My heart skipped as I reached down to unbutton his pants, pulling down his zipper, and pushing his jeans down. My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of him. He was fucking massive. I had forgotten how big his cock was.
He hissed as I wrapped my hand around him, pumping few times with languid, slow strokes. His head tipped back slightly as he warred with himself over whether to watch my hand or my face.
“You’re so big,” I sucked in a breath.
He massaged the sides of my hips.
“It’ll fit,” he smirked. “Or I’ll make it fit.”
My eyes rounded as I looked up at him. He looked like he wanted to fucking devour me whole. Rafe could destroy me with one single look, and it made my stomach flip with need. I glided the tip of his cock against my core, wetting him with my arousal and placing him at my entrance before hooking my legs around his waist to tug him closer.
He swore, watching as he slowly pushed into me. He stretched me around him, making me pant and grip the back of his neck, brows furrowed as I breathed through the sting. He pulled out slightly, pushing in farther. He looked drunk on me, dying to drown inside of me.
“Fucking hell, Kie, you’re so goddamn tight, I can barely push myself inside,” he grumbled, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead and sticking long blonde strands to his forehead.
“Need you deeper,” I moaned, digging my heels into his ass to push him further inside. He shivered, grabbing my hips to thrust in deeper. I gasped at the intrusion, feeling myself stretching around him.
“Fuck, Kie,” he panted.
“Rafe,” I whined, throwing my head back. He latched his lips to my throat, licking and biting. He thrust in again, nearly to the hilt this time as he worshipped my body with his mouth and hands.
“This cunt is fucking mine,” he snarled.
I moaned. He slammed in until his hips met mine and he was fully sheathed within me. He was so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
“So fucking full,” I sighed.
“Fucking missed this pussy,” he groaned. “So fucking warm and wet. Made for me. Made to take my cock.” He pulled out to the tip, looking down at his drenched cock as he watched himself disappear back inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I bit out. He fucked me harder and faster, owning every inch of my body.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he commanded. “Tell me nobody fucks this cunt like I can.”
“Nobody,” I nodded. “Just you.”
He growled, fucking me harder and deeper. His thrusts knocked the wind out of me, removing all thoughts except for him being inside me, filling me to the brim. He watched where we joined, sweating and looking like he was going to die if he had to pull out.
“Look how good you take it,” he groaned. I moaned, pushing him deeper. He swore, throwing his head back. I gripped his shirt, making him release me momentarily while I yanked it over his head and off. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head seeing his sweaty, muscular torso.
“You feel so good,” I cried out, rolling my hips to meet his.
“Be a good girl and play with yourself while I fuck you,” he barked out. I was past being embarrassed. I slid my hand between us, using my middle finger to gather my slick and circling my clit. My legs immediately tightened at the feeling and the noise that came out of Rafe was orgasmic.
“Show me how much you missed me,” he growled. I did just that, feeling my pussy pulsate around him as he fucked me endlessly harder and deeper. It didn’t take long before I was coming with a broken scream.
“Fuck, Rafe,” I screeched as he fucked me through my orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Hugging my cock so fucking tight.”
“Need to feel you come inside me,” I sobbed. I grabbed his shoulders, holding on tight as he continued to pound into me, knocking the air out of me with every powerful thrust. He was hitting that perfect spot inside me that had me digging my nails into him, already nearing another climax.
“You’re fucking mine,” he snarled. “Such a good little whore for me.”
I cried out, squeezing tight around him as I came again, seeing spots in my vision as the delicious warmth flooded my stomach. His pace became messy and wild as he squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as he came inside me, filling me with his cum.
“God fucking damn, Kiara,” he growled, pushing my stomach so I was laying flat across the kitchen island, him still inside of me. He dug in his pocket, fishing out a small bag of white powder. My eyes widened as I watched him open the bag, pouring two lines of coke on either one of my tits.
He grinned like a mad man as he leaned over, snorting both lines of the drug off my body, licking up the residue before sucking a nipple into his mouth, lapping his tongue around it and sucking at me before releasing it with a pop and a wink. He smacked the side of my thigh twice, pulling out of me finally.
The loss of him left a vacancy in me that would have me craving him forever. Nobody fit me quite like Rafe. He watched his cum leak out of me with dazed eyes.
“Look so pretty covered in me and thoroughly fucked, princess,” he smiled. “Now come let me tuck you in, baby.” He tugged me up, stuffing himself back in his jeans and wrapping my legs around his torso as he carried me up the stairs.