The Deal

Chapter Ten

"Stop gawking" he startles me. "I was occupying myself" I tell him earning a glare before he tosses his phone on the dresser, walking over to me. "Strip" he tells me and I roll my eyes, becoming accustomed to harshness. I unzip my hoodie before shrugging it off, slipping off my tank top. Feeling him step closer to me until he's towering over me.
My fingers wrap around the tie of my sweats before I slip them off as well and step out of them. Looking up and meeting his eyes.

"You better not be fucking other girls, I don't want a disease" I tell him, the words leaving my mouth before I mean for them too. My god I really am in a mood to rile him up. I must be starting my period soon, I have to blame my recklessness on something. "Not your fucking problem" he snaps, his gaze filled with some intimidating blankness, unreadable yet threatening, staring down at me like I'm an injured fawn and he's a hungry predator. "It kind of is, if you catch something and give it to me, it then becomes..my problem" I cross my arms over my chest and stare up at me, a smile twitching at my lips.
His eyes slightly narrow on me, glowing with malevolence.
"You're not in charge here princess" he tells me, his voice is thick with irritation. He shifts, stepping closer to me, making me have to stare up to look at him. "I am"
I swallow down the lump in my throat, hoping my cheeks don't look as hot as the are or that my face doesn't give away the warmth between my legs. I'm not sure what has me so..worked up tonight.
I'll blame it on the amount of oxy I took before passing out.
That and my hormones. None of it is enough to mask my hatred for him. That only grows when I think of how unfair it is. Even if I did get myself into the mess itself, it doesn't warrant this. It's only the power he holds that enables his ability to control me.
If he wasn't who he is, he wouldn't be able to do this.
But he's Rafe Cameron, and Rafe Cameron is unrivaled.
"I don't think so" I tell him, reaching up and sliding my hands along his jaw, pulling his face down to mine before kissing him. I'm not sure what power possessed me, I only know I need to be in control at least for a moment, just long enough to feel it and really piss him off. His hand slides up my throat before gripping my jaw, harshly dancing on the seams of painful. His other moves to my hip. Our lips sync in an erotic motion and just for a brief second he kisses me back before he tightens his grip on my jaw, flipping be around and onto the bed before I comprehend it.
I fall onto my knees, my wrist twisting to the side at I hit the mattress.
I expected him to have that reaction, what I didn't expect is for my body to catch on fire the second our lips connected. Or for the the spot between my legs to burn for more.
"That was fucking brave" he tells me, his hand collecting my wrists before pulling them together and pinning them behind my back, shoving my cheek into the mattress. I hear a wrapper, feeling his jeans brush against me when he shifts. "Try to be in control all you want, you'll lose" he tells me as I hear his belt clink and he pulls my panties down, probably ripping them. "Well I won for a second" I speak, crying out when he thrusts into me.
I usually keep myself quiet, refrain with all my will to not make a sound but I don't have that power tonight, tonight my body is betraying me. "Rafe" I cry when he slams into me, his grip tightening around my wrists while the other presses into my back. God he feels so good, so fucking good. Hitting every spot just right, so right and full. I don't think I've ever felt so filled up before, like every inch was being hit and touched the way it craved. I can feel myself dripping down my thighs, burning and craving for that release.

"You like this don't you Alilia?" He asks, I can hear the amusement in his voice. The sane part of me screaming with hatred and anger at his smugness while the rest of me doesn't care about anything but more, more of him. I need it. "Fuck you" I cry, moaning like a mess. I really hope Sarah or any of the rest of them can't hear. "Isn't that what you're doing?" He asks, his words laced with a laugh before he switches my wrist to his other hand, using the other to slide up under my stomach, pulling me up as he leans into me until his body is pressed into mine and I can feel his breath against my neck.