Never Give Up

Chapter 15 - Taylor

**** Trigger Warning, spicey scene up ahead****

I can’t believe I’m about to give Rafe permission, knowing that he had been watching and I was about to c*m just thinking about it. As conflicting as it seemed, my body and soul were screaming for him, whereas my head was trying to fight the desire that had already pooled between my legs.

I was struggling to comprehend why i wanted....no....neeeded him. After all, he just happened to be one of the sons of the man who has been abusing me and was perhaps only wanting to just take advantage.

However, my body was burning for no one other than Rafe to touch me in ways I haven't dreamed of, to explore every inch and to make me scream, moan so bad, why? Why do I want this now?

I don’t have the answer. My body wanted more, and it all happened before my mind could catch up.

Am I having second thoughts?

No, of course not, I may be inexperienced. By the goddess, I'll do everything in my power to make him happy, too.

”Make me scream my name” I whisper.

Rafe eyes burn with fire, I don’t even get a moment to think about them before I am pushed back into the shower. My flesh connects with the cold of the tiles. Rafe brushes his mouth against mine, kissing me with such ferocity that it leaves me breathless.

However, it ends just as quickly as it started and I feel cold when Rafe removes himself away from me. He’s gripping the sink and looking at me through the mirror.

“Princess, as much as I really want your beautiful lips on mine and to feel your body pressed to me…” he sighs, “I just can’t do it. I’m sorry. I know you’re going to be angry with me, but I just can't hurt you. I overstepped the boundaries, and I apologize. It was wrong of me. I need to step up and put a stop to it before we go any further and you regret what happens next.”

I’m floored, I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I thought he wanted this, God, I feel so stupid. I’m holding back the tears. They’re stinging my eyes so bad.

“Are you f*****g kidding me? Get out of here!”

Anger and embarrassment, he does as I ask surprisingly, and I allow my tears to fall. I give myself permission to break once more in this wretched place. Sitting on the floor of the shower, my head cupped in my hands as the tears of embarrassment fall. My body still burning in pain for his touch, which only makes me cry harder.

I can hear him outside, I just don’t care.

“s**t, s**t, s**t! What the f**k is wrong with me?” Way to go, Rafe. You absolute bellend.”

Yeah, I agree. I think to myself.

I spot my hairbrush on the side and allow the anger to take hold, I wrap a towel around my body, pull open the door with force, and throw my brush at his head.

“You’re worse than all of the guys in here. I hate you. You better stay the f**k away from me.”

Yeah, your ‘little Princess’ is really a feisty dragon. And she’s done being taken advantage of, enough is enough. I tried to walk past Rafe to head back to my room, and I no longer wanted him touching me. I didn’t even want him to have the privilege of even looking at me, and like hell, did I even want to look at him.

Unfortunately for me, he wasn’t going to allow that as he grabbed my arm, dragging me back to my room, kicking and screaming. Pinning me to the wall closing the door behind him as we entered, his hips were crushing into mine, and I’ll be lying if I said damn, it didn’t feel good.

Before I knew what was happening, my arms were being forced above my head, my towel had been removed from my body, and I was feeling vulnerable right now. Rafe had lowered his head, moaning at the sight before him.

“You see, Princess, I don't like being compared to the pathetic excuse of wolves that walk around these premises. I was being a gentleman earlier, but it seems you are too wrapped up in yourself to realize it.”

His grip tightens and f**k it feels so good. Holy s**t, his d**k is so hard, it’s killing me, my legs are trying to squeeze pressure to where I am throbbing right now.

“Now,” he licks his lips, “I do want something, and you are going to give it to me.” Yes, anything

His eyes continue to roam up and down. My breathing is heavy, I’m so needy right now. He smirks, and I’m a gonna, I love that smirk of his. It does all crazy things to my body. My back arches towards Rafe, I’m seriously like a b***h in heat right now. My eyes follow his every movement, right now his head was moving down towards one of my breasts, the soft whisper of touch causing goospimples all over my flesh.

Just when I think he can’t cause anything more, his sinks his teeth around my n****e. He removes the hand that was around my throat, now able to cup my other breast. Rolling my n****e between his thumb and forefinger.

I don’t even recognize the sounds I am making no more, but they must be good as they encourage Rafe to continue torturing my body.

He keeps me hanging on the edge, a pinch here, a nibble there. I feel like I am ready to explode, and he’s just toying with me. I hear him remove his belt, and stepping back, he lifts my hands out in front of me. Securing them together, I’m watching everything he is doing, but I know he is watching me.

“Princess is this ok?” I nod,

Rafe places his hands on my hips, picking me up and placing me in front of the door. He is guiding my arms up above my head and hooks the belt to a convenient hook that happens to be there. I don't think I want to know why it’s there, but I’m not complaining right now.

He tugs a couple of times to make sure I am not going anywhere, smirking again when he is happy I’m right where he wants me. Making sure that I can’t move,

“Is this what you want, Princess? You want me to tear you apart and f**k that pretty pink p***y of yours?” Oh, goddess help me survive.