I could feel the bile pushing at the back of my throat. "Hurry, Rafe." We were standing outside the door of my apartment after the prep shopping we'd done for my parties this weekend.
Finally, he got the door unlocked. He dropped our stuff and picked me up and rushed me to the bathroom. We made it just as my stomach gave its last shove towards victory.
"f*****g Nico," Rafe said as he held my hair back as I emptied my stomach into the toilet again. I barely had time to wipe my mouth before more came gushing from me. He held me tight against his body. My abused legs were unable to support me or allow me to bend.
Finally. Finally, he was going to pay. Granted, I didn't want it to be this way, but if this whole thing could be over? I'd submit to the rape kit even. They could poke, prod, ta
