They say the Outer Banks are paradise on earth, yet Cassandra Brown begs to differ wholeheartedly with this statement.
After her tormented return to the OBX, her chances of living an almost ordinary summer are crushed by a problematic liaison with...
Be ready to play the song I linked when I tell you to.
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*Cassandra's POV*
A few days had passed since our last encounter and it is safe to say that just a glimpse of him had already driven me crazy. My thoughts had wandered on and on when I finally received a text message. Again, it was Rafe motherfucking Cameron.
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I did not know what to expect from this; he was so hot and cold towards me: always playing his mind games and feeling amused by the idea of people lying at his feet. One moment he was somewhat sweet and nice, and the next he became cold and ruthless.
He was irresistible to some, and he used this quality of his to get what he demanded. How could one blame him, after all?
Besides, I knew that I wanted to see him but I continued pretending not to. The only way to shut this desire down was for me to swallow my pride and get ready for this date. I put on a white, midi satin dress and kitten heels, and waited for him to turn up at my door.
'Here I am, Cassandra,' he stated once he arrived at the front door, 'I got these for you.' he added as he handed me a bouquet of fragrant red roses. His stare, shameless and demoniac, was concentrated on me. And besides, he looked terribly good in his well-dressed suit.
'Do you know that staring at someone for more than six seconds shows a desire for either sex or murder?' I commented, trying to break the tension that had built up until that moment.
'Don't give me any ideas,' he claimed as he tried having a serious expression on his face. The attempt was miserable, though. 'I'm joking,' he added as he brought his hand to his moist, pink lips, 'you look heavenly, really.', as he wrapped his arm around my hips.
'Hands down, Cameron.' I said jokingly intending to annoy him.
'Sure, ma'am,' He opened the car door for me, 'let's go now.'
He brought me to his favorite fancy restaurant and we sat on a terrace overlooking the ocean, facing each other. He surprised me: I had always thought of him as this heartless, cold-blooded monster that I hadn't realized how pleasant it was to be with him. When he wasn't on coke or doing some other type of idiocy, he was actually witty, charming, and surprisingly cultured, too.
During the evening, many were the stolen stares. 'The things I'd do to you now...' he whispered voluptuously in my ear, his warm breath blowing on my neck; as he reached out his hand to my thigh under the table. He enjoyed seeing me flustered and speechless, with my cheeks bright red in public.
For a better overall experience, I'd recommend playing the song I linked now;).
'It's getting really hot in here, isn't it?' he asked me as he blew out his cheeks and reached for his tie to loosen it to get rid of the discomfort. We were outside, sea breeze blowing chilly marine air from the ocean on both of us, therefore he was not hot, but excited. Or possibly both.
'Waiter, the check please.' he commanded. His hands wrapped my wrists firmly as we walked away from the place hand in hand, his eyes relentlessly staring mine- in what I interpreted as one of his sudden and predictable urges of control. 'Retired and still checking out a teenager?' he said to a white-haired man who was sitting at the counter drinking some sort of liquor, 'Very classy.' The man had been staring at me for hours in a rather repulsive way, and he had now managed to earn Rafe's disgusted look.
He then turned to me, smiling and saying 'Sorry, darling. Let's get you out of here.' He lifted me in his arms and started carrying me to his car: he had now decided to go on a midnight car drive. Our hair blowing in the breeze, the air so brisk to make our skin crawl, eyes and thoughts wandered far, to the horizons and down the shore, and to the miniature towns far below.
His hands grabbed my inner thigh, stroking it lightly and sensually. After having stopped his Range Rover near the deck, we went on a stroll on the beach: I had taken my shoes off and, he too, barefoot, kept chasing me for fun. 'I want to take you on The Druthers tomorrow, we could go somewhere...' he claimed, 'that is if you want to, of course.'
'Of course, I do.' I reassured him. 'Do you mind if I ask you a question?'
'Sure, Cassandra. Whatever you want to.' He stated. 'When I saw you the other day, while you were managing that matter -let's put it this way- was he the only one you killed?' I hesitated a lot asking this question: not because I felt the urge to judge him for his actions, but rather because I did not know if it was appropriate or safe. 'He was nor the first one, nor the last: let's put it this way,' he commented calmly. 'You think I'm a lost cause, right?' He asked, almost seeking someone's solace. 'It's okay, Rafe. I don't.' I comforted him.
Our mouths had now joined, once again: the kiss was far from sweet, but rather greedy, messy, and voluptuous. Its roughness and neediness was now making it hard for me to breathe. 'R-Rafe, I need air.' I gasped, trying to get enough air out of my lungs.
'Shhh...' he suggested while bringing his index finger to my mouth. His lips only left mine to direct towards my neck and shoulders, leaving small yet visible bites. Meanwhile, his hands were sliding into my body until they reached my inner thigh; the feeling of his cold rings on my fragile skin caused me to whimper but from pure pleasure.
His long fingers had now reached my entrance: they started thrusting inside my wetness, pumping up and down. 'Love to see you all worked up for me.' He stated as he continued kissing my lips, slowly yet so lustfully. My head swam, welcoming the exploration of his tongue. His fingers continued playing inside me, sending uncontrollable waves of pleasure through my nerves.
As our eyes locked together all I could see were his perfectly draped hair, slightly tousled by the wind, and his pink lips. 'Words, baby.' He finally added to tease me even more. 'I-I'm close, Rafe.' I uttered.
And just before I could reach the orgasm, he took his fingers out of me. I was so incredibly close, and yet he had just denied me of it; leaving me breathless and begging for more.
'Remember who's in charge, darling.' He teased me, his hands cupping my chin and directing my face towards his.
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