The Sinner

15*

warning: sexual content ahead. read at your own risk pls. note anything with an * has sexual content in it.

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Rafe almost got into two accidents on the drive back to his house.

Two fucking accidents. And he was sober.

It was all because he couldn't keep his fucking hands off me. He couldn't keep his hands to himself for a five minute ride, almost putting both of our lives in danger.

He is never driving again.

Rafe slams onto the breaks, just as we pull into his long driveway. He gives me a look as though it's time for him to do what he's been putting off all night. Before getting out, he shuts off the car and closes the door firmly.

I follow his lead, hearing him lock the car behind the pair of us. He fumbles with his house keys as he stands at the door, mumbling curse words to himself in the process.

I chuckle, "Need some help?"

"Shut up," He mumbles. And the door swings open a little bit later, he walks in and I close the door behind us. It was late, almost two in the morning. I wonder if Sarah was here.

I walk towards the kitchen, wanting to grab some water. But I feel him grab my hips, having other intentions for us.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asks in my ear, with his arms tightly wrapped around my waist.

"I'm thirsty," I say innocently.

"You want something to drink baby?" He asks, looking down at me. He was so damn tall, or maybe I was just that short. "I'll give you something to drink." I push him playfully as I roll my eyes.

"For real Rafe," I say with a smile.

"I'll get you something to drink after," He says grabbing my hand. "I'm too impatient right now." He quickly pulls me up the stairs.

As we walk down the hall, I glance into Sarah's room to see it completely vacant. The lights were off, her bed was made. She clearly wasn't here. I guess that makes whatever we were about to do a lot easier.

I follow him into his room, and the familiar musky smell of him overcame me. I inhaled deeply as I walked into the rather large room. It was hard to ignore something that smelled this good.

I sit down on his bed, staring at him as he clicks the door shut. He walks over to me, keeping our eyes linked as he stares down at me. I feel his warm hand grip my chin, forcing my neck to extend upwards at him.

He runs his thumb over my lips slowly, eyes immediately following as if it left some sort of mark. I see him wet his lips, and eventually his piercing eyes meet mine again.

"So fucking pretty," He says lowly. "You were a bad girl tonight."

"I didn't mean to be," I say submissively. I felt like jello under his touch. "I was just trying to play the game."

"Teasing me like that in public?" He shakes his head at the thought. "I didn't like that one bit." I feel him use his knuckles to trace down my jawline. His cool ring sent shivers all over my body.

"You liked seeing me on my knees for you though," I tell him, finding some confidence hidden in me. "I saw it in your eyes."

"You think so?"

I nod, "I know so." He chuckles as he grabs ahold of my chin firmly.

"I would've taken you right there on that damn couch angel," He tells me lowly. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought. I feel his hands drop to my thighs, prying them apart as he stands between them. "Would you have liked that?"