Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o r t y - O n e

Y/n's POV:

'What will we do?' I ask Rafe in the car, raindrops hitting the windows, we're both soaking wet from the rain, he is glaring at me, smirking,

'It's about what will you do, because I have nothing to hide.' He muses, I bite the inside of my cheek,

We are supposed to be sworn enemies, we are supposed to hate each other, we are supposed to want each other dead, not overly cherishing each other's presence,

'Come here.' He demands as I glance at him, confounded,

'Sorry?' I ask,

'You heard what I said, I won't repeat myself.' He muses,

I am reluctant, his eyes are dark, his jaw clenched and his fingers tight around the handle and the other on my thigh, squeezing it, he points towards his lap with his eyes, he looks impatient,

Fuck it, what's worse that can happen to enemies that turn out to be mad for each other...?

I balance my hands on his shoulders as he grasps me by my hips, one hand on my waist he places me on top of him, holding me sternly, not allowing me to move as he cranes his head backwards an grunts my name,

'Fuuuck...' He groans, I feel something hard poking at me,

'What's in your pockets?' I gasp as he smirks and pulls me eve closer, sitting me on him,

'My pockets are empty.' He grunts, my eyes widen,

He craves control, he wants to be dominant and besides me being on top of his lap, he is still controlling my actions, holding me tightly and moving my hips, groaning my name,

'Rafe...' I moan,

'I can't wait any longer.' He commands as he moves me higher and begins to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his trousers and lowering them,

He raises my waist and begins to take off my trousers, his eyes on my body as he licks his bottom lip,

'Does your wound hurt?' He ask suddenly, topping what he is doing, looking tersely in my eyes, I cannot even lie, he will notice, I completely forgot about it,

'No, no it doesn't.' I say, looking away, however he grabs my chin and moves my head back to face him,

'Look at me when you are talking to me and tell the truth, I don't want to harm you.' He says, holding me tightly,

'It doesn't hurt.' I say, he inspects me and shakes his head,

Raising me by my waist, he puts my lingerie on,

'No, no Rafe, please, I need it-I need it.' I beg as he smiles at me,

'We are not even starting princess.' He demands, as he then lowers the seat and tells me to go in the backseat,

I do as I am told, he steps out of the car, moving the chair even closer to the wheel, leaving a handful of space in-front of me, he steps in the car, lowering himself and getting in that space,

He still needed more as he could barely fit in there due to his height and physique of broad shoulders, however he managed to do it,

He shifts me gently, avoiding the area of the wound, he is now in front of me, on his knees as I sit in the backseat, he places my legs over his shoulders, as I shiver beneath his touch, beneath his tentative, tempting fingers and rings that caress my thigh, moving up and down, his eyes remain on me, I buckle my hips, impatient for his touch as he simply smirks at me, continuing with his provocative fondling,

'Rafe-please,' I groan,

'Please what princess? What do you want, tell me,' He says, as his lips begins to peck my thigh, tracing closer to my aching spot, I crane my head and close my eyes as he immediately stops,

'No-'

'Look at me or I'll stop.' He orders as I glare at him momentarily, awaiting him to continue,

'My good girl,' He smirks as he continues, his lips reaching my inner thigh, he begins to move my lingerie aside as he steeps it down my my legs, I realise that I'll have to take my legs off of his shoulders, however he immediately stops me,

'No, you are not moving at all.' He orders as he leans over and opens one of the mini drawers in the car, retrieving a little penknife, my eyes widen as he smirks at my expression,

'We'll play with one of those once you heal.' He reprimands as I gulp, can't hide the fact that I am excited for that, he leans back in and begins tracing it's sharp tip on my knee, gauging my reaction as I gasp,

He places it aside and without even a warning, he inserts two fingers, it was a distraction,

I cry out his name as he then inserts the third one, diving in and out of me, tilting his head and smirking,

His lips slacken open as he groans my name deeply, hid dulce tones making me drench,

'Fuck, I've missed you and your moans,' He says, as he keeps the same motion until he stops, I cry out,

'Rafe-'

He then licks each and every finger in order whilst looking at me,

Wiping the bottom of his lip and licking it off as well, he shifts closer and rips my lingerie apart, just like that, as if it was nothing,

He places it in his pocket, leaning in and shifting me closer to him,

'Who do you belong to?' He asks, looking right into my eyes,

'You, I-belong to you,' I moan, anticipating his touch,

'Good girl.' He says, as he then contacts his tongue with my clit, I grasp his hair and moan his name repeatedly, he moves his hand carefully prevaricating the wound, unclamping my bra, he grasps my breast, nibbling and knitting at my nipples as his other hand is holding my thighs,

I can hear and feel him moan my name as he dives deeper and deeper,

I am unable to contain my moans as I feel the sweet release approaching me,

'I-I am so close-Rafe-'

'The cum for me princess, give it to me.' He groans, his tongue rolling over the folds and the clitoris as I do so, raising my hips higher, crying out his name as he grasps my thighs rougher between his fingers as he finishes off,

My legs are shaking, I have nothing to grab onto, he offer me his hand as I grasp it immediately,

'Rafe!' I moan, fuck it feels so good,

'Fuck Y/n,' He groans, 'all mine...' He says, kissing my thighs afterwards.