The Stubborn One

Episode 15

Ella’s POV 

I was back in my room with new bandaging and stitches, I’m sore but I will live and the pain killers really helped die down the pain.

I heard someone knock on my door aggressively so I decided to go open it straight away.

“What do you want?” I asked irritated.

“Can I come in first?” Rafael asked and walked past me before I even allowed him to.

“Make yourself at home.” I said sarcastically.

“Coffee?” I asked turning to him bored.

“Please.” He answered.

I went into the kitchen and made two coffees 

“Just so you know I just got new stitches and I would really prefer not having to replace them.” I said with a fake smile, I saw his face turn angry but he seemed to calm down after a couple of seconds.

I walked over to him coffee in hand, I was about to pass it to him when I kinda slipped and spilled burning hot coffee over him.

“s**t!” He screamed and got up with a jump.

“Crap, crap, crap.” I repeated trying to think of what I could do.

As he was taking off him T-shirt I went into the bathroom and got a wet cold towel and some cream that’s suppose to help with burns that was in my first aid box.

I saw him patting his chest with his T-shirt, with the same T-shirt that had the hot coffee on it, smart right.

“Stop it.” I said pulling the T-shirt from him and pushing him down onto the sofa, I stood in between him legs and started patting down his chest gently with the cold towel, he hissed but didn’t say anything.

I then put some scream on my hand and started to massage it into his chest.

When it came to my mind on my position and the fact that I’m touching him I felt myself go red but ignored it hoping he hadn’t noticed. 

I kept on massaging the cream in over and was certainly surprised when I heard him slightly moan.

I took my hand off straight away but he grabbed it and placed it on his chest again.

I didn’t move my hand unsurely for a minute but then started doing the same motion I was doing before.

I heard a growl coming from his throat and didn’t know whether to stop or not.

“Were you trying to get revenge.” He rumbled, I felt a vibration on my hand as it was still placed in his chest.

I didn’t say anything only shock my head no as I couldn’t trust my voice especially because I could now feel his hands going up my thighs.

“Do you want me to stop.” He asked stopping the movement of his hand when it was so close to where I want his hands to be.

I nodded no, completely losing my mind forgetting how much I hate this man and he hates me.

He grabs my ass and pulls me to him so that I’m straddling him feeling his member pressed against me.

 I moan in want and look at his eyes full of lust, he doesn’t take his eyes off my eyes and at the same time his hands are now in mum boobs and I can feel my n*****s erect.

I grind into him making him grind his teeth.

He flips us over so that I’m now lying on the sofa under him, I felt pain on my wound when my side touched the sofa but I ignored it.

“I’ve never-“ I started but he cut me off with,

“I know.”

He picked me up and laid me back down in my bed.

It didn’t take long for both of us to be completely naked.

His hands went in between our naked bodies and started playing with my c**t and I squirmed beneath him.

“You sure?” He asked one more time.

“Yeah.” I moaned.

I moan and kinda cried out when I felt him enter me with a finger and then another.

He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them making me stare at him in shock but he just shrugged.

Once my first orgasm had taken place he placed himself at my entrance and pushed a bit of himself in.

He’s big and I could feel myself stretch and tears start filling my eyes.

It got even more painful as he continued to insert himself into me.

I tried to keep my breaths regular but failed badly.

After getting slightly used to him I told him to start moving and he did.

I started to feel myself get lost within pleasure and I knew that he was too.

Our moans were the only thing heard.

After a night of pleasure I fell asleep in exhaustion, trying to figure out what I felt towards what just happened.