His Sweet Obsession ~ Rafe Cameron

Prolouge

This is a little sneak peak of what's to come, the music might help set the scene...enjoy:)

When I thought my luck couldn't get any worse, the faint sound of the shower turning off echoed in the bathroom. Fuck. My heart beat against my chest like a wild animal wanting to be free. I scrambled over to the bed, my trembling hands ripping the pillow from the matrass. There it was. I grabbed the gun and shoved it in my back pocket. Not a second later, Rafe emerged from the bathroom, only a white towel wrapped around his waist revealing his toned muscles whilst his wet hair clung to his forehead. Rafe's eyes roamed every inch of my face, brows furrowed as if solving a puzzle. He knew something was up.

"What's wrong?" he demanded, his expression unreadable and therefore all the more terrifying. My blood ran cold.

"Nothing's wrong" God I was a terrible liar, and what's worse? He knew it.

"Don't fucking lie to me" his voice as sharp as broken glass cut through the penetrating silence. He slowly walked closer. Quickly, I reached for the gun in my back pocket and aimed it towards him trying desperately not to show the growing fear on my face.

"Are you kidding me?" He took a step forward

"S-stay back" I mentally cursed myself for stuttering

"Put the gun down Maria" He didn't stop walking closer

"Stay the fuck back or I'll shoot!" I stared at the smirk that was now plastered onto his face. Does he think this is some game?! "Rafe I swear to god I'll shoot you"

"Go on then. Shoot me" My vision clouded with tears as he stepped closer, daring me to pull the trigger. "What are you waiting for?" I slowly stepped back, tripping on the carpet, tears threating to fall down my cheeks. His blue eyes danced with humour. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing me afraid.

"R-rafe please I don't want to hurt you, but I will" I choked on my words unable to force them past my lips

"No you won't" His lips turned up in something that might have been considered a smile if the smirk accompanying it wasn't so evil.

"Please" It was barely a whisper. Seeing as he wasn't backing down, I sprinted to the door, grabbing the door handle, and yanking it open. But at an almost inhuman speed, Rafe was behind me, slamming the door back closed and pinning me down to the wall. He grabbed my hands and forced them behind my back removing the gun in the process and throwing it across the room. His large chest leaned against my back, holding me in place whilst he moved his knee in between my legs, making it impossible to break free. I was at his mercy, of which he had none.

"Naughty girl...I knew you wouldn't hurt me" His deep voice whispered so close to my ear that I felt the warmth of his words against my neck.

"I hate you; I hate you so fucking much" I tried to break free of his strong hold, kicking and punching as much as possible yet it was no use.

"No you don't" He chuckled, the warmth of his body melted against mine. Suddenly he flipped me around, so we were face to face, his hand grasped around my neck. A small gasp left my lips as I froze under his intense stare. He lifted his hand up to my face, softly stroking my cheek. I turned my gaze to the floor, unable to hold the intensity in his eyes. "Hey, look at me" He lifted my chin up.

"You're an asshole Rafe Cameron" I spat at him, still trying to wriggle free.

"If you hate me so much then why didn't you pull the trigger?"

He was right. Why didn't I? All of this could have just ended, the fights, the tears, him. But maybe I didn't want it to.

His eyes scanned every inch of my face, finally landing on my lips. He leaned in, smashing his lips against mine. Both our tongues fighting for dominance until he finally claimed my mouth his. I pushed him back with the little strength I had left. I couldn't go back down this road, as badly as I wanted to. But I wanted him, needed him. Oh fuck it. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down again to my lips, needing to feel his touch. The taste of him on my lips were more potent than any liquor. I felt him grin against my mouth, he knew the effect he had on me. He grinded his hips against mine, receiving a soft moan that escaped my mouth. Still wearing his towel, Rafe lifted me off the floor, my legs wrapped around his waist as he threw me onto the bed.