Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r F o r t y - T w o

Y/n's POV:

Rafe carried me into the apartment, I refused for him to do that, however he is in fact taller than me, as he simply scooped me over in his hands,

I had a view from below on his face, his jawline, chin perfectly structured and his emphasised Adam's apple,

Taking me inside, he carried me upstairs,

'I can do it myself,' I mumble as he smirks and lowers his head to look at me,

'Just say thank you,' He muses,

'Thank you.' I mutter, 'how long are we going to stay here for?' I ask as he tighten his grip,

'Not sure, a while.' He answers sternly,

Placing me on the bed, he begins to unbutton my shirt, my eyes linger over to his as a quiet gasp exits my lips involuntarily, he chuckles and licks his bottom lip as he leisurely begins to take off the shirt, gently avoiding the bruise,

His fingers trace over my shoulders as he examines me,

His jaw clenches once he looks at my wound,

'Does it hurt?' He asks as I shake my head,

'No, no it doesn't.' I utter, he nods and leans over, searching for my potential pyjamas,

'Where's something you sleep in?' He asks,

'I sleep naked,' I joke as he frowns,

'If you sleep naked, you know where that will take us.' He says, smiling, I point towards the left drawer,

'There,' I say,

He walks towards the drawer and opening it, he fetches out a traced gown,

Stepping back, he begins to unbuckle my trousers, lowering them, his eyes on me as I gulp, this is way too sensual to resist,

His fingers purposely linger over my bare skin, sending shivers all the way along his touch,

'The things I want to do to you right now Y/n.' He says in dulce-low tones of his voice, I shuffle my legs closer to each other, unable to resist the burning sensation between my legs, he momentarily notices it and grins salaciously,

'I like what I do to you,' He says,

'Then do those things to me,' I mutter as he glares right at me,

'I can't, your wound.'

'It doesn't hurt, I promise-' I frantically say, he can't tease me like that, I got all excited,

'No Y/n, once you heal, then I will show you just how much I love you...physically.' He smirks, tracing his fingers,

I pout,

'Don't pout at me Y/n.'

'You can't hurt me,' I say, smiling, he nods and leans closer to me,

'That's right, but I can tease you and deny your release as much as I like until you beg, that's what I can do.' He says, grinning as he begins to steep the gown over me,

I look at him, his eyes blazing over me,

'Close your eyes,' He demands as I comply and do so, after a while I could feel his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, bed doesn't shift, he's still here and that's quite a surprise...

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Opening my eyes, I feel a warm touch against me, he stayed, wrapping his hands over me, his left arm beneath my neck and his right one cradling me, I try to shuffle in a different position however he grasps me tighter,

'Don't go.' He mumbles as I glare at him,

'You really are a softie.' I mumble as he swiftly opens his eyes,

'Shut your mouth or I'll make you, got it?' He asks as I smile and mutter in agreement...

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It's been a while, quite a long time, Rafe was making sure that I am taking medicine, helping me in school...helping in his 'special' way, reassuring my parents and friends that I'm alright was quite a dilemma, but if I mention that I've been in hospital, they will track me down and go to New York themselves, so I better not mention that...

I got a call from Lewis once Rafe was in the bathroom,

'Hey, how's your rehab going?' He asks,

'Oh it's fine, everything is okay,' I answer,

'I heard Rafe handled those guys,' He says, he didn't tell me anything...?

'Sorry?' I ask,

'The ones that injured you, he took them somewhere and claimed that he'll handle them...he didn't tell you?'

'No, no he didn't,' I mutter,

'Oh, well maybe it's for the best you know, no need to worry.' Lewis defends as I mutter in agreement, I hear the door open and Rafe getting closer,

'Alright, I'll call you back, I have to go,' I say,

'Yeah sure, take care, bye.'

'Bye.' I mutter, hanging up as Rafe walks in,

'Who were you talking to?' He asks, eyeing me,

'Lewis.'

'What did that prick want?'

'We are working with him,' I defend,

'I still don't like him, what did he want?' Rafe asks again,

'He told me bout how you handled something...' I mutter as his eyes dart towards me,

'What did you do to them?' I ask,

'What they deserved,'

'Rafe...'

'You don't have to know, did you take medicine?' He sidetracks,

'What did you do to them?' I ask once again as he sighs,

'Why do you have to know? It's over, they injured you, I injured them.' He states,

'Are they alive?' I ask as he smirks,

'Used to be, that's all you have to know.' He says, pacing closer to me,

'Rafe...why?' I ask hopelessly,

'You know why, no one is allowed to touch what's mine, and they did a lot more than that, so I had to show precisely what will happen to anyone who touches you.' He says, fishing a pack of prescribed pills from the counter...