me and the devil (rafe x kiara)

Chapter Five: Rafe

I fucking love myself. It's all I could think as I drained the crystalline glass of my dad's expensive scotch and hummed at the wonderful burn of it, feeling the heat settle in my stomach. The blonde knelt in front of me gags, and I jerk back, but she insists. She rams my cock deeper into her throat with a strangled moan.

"Fuck," I say as she sucks on me harder. Her hands grip my thighs for support. I knot my hand in her hair roughly, shoving her mouth further onto me, feeling the way my dick presses past the back of her throat.

I hold underneath her jaw, feeling her drool wetting my hands. Immediately, it flings me out of the moment. Grabbing her jaw with more force than I should've, I shove her off of my cock. Her mouth releases me with a wet pop and she stumbles back slightly, confusion etched into her societally perfect features.

I hate the rage that settles at the base of my neck, reminding me I'll never have what I actually want. I'll be chasing the feel of her in every other woman for the rest of my life, and it made me want to kill something. Because she was the one thing I couldn't allow myself to have.

"Rafe?" The blonde says, and I can see the tears threatening to well in her eyes. My cock twitched slightly at the sight, which she certainly wasn't anticipating. I made to step towards her, but she scrambled backwards.

I rolled my eyes. I don't know why I even try anymore, honestly. It's not like I can't get off with another woman. But I keep chasing a feeling no one else gave me. I've never came harder that I did when Kiara Carrera's innocent and fucking perfect lips wrapped around me.

She'd cry for me, scream for me. Run from me, knowing I'd always catch her. She knew how to play my games, to make me chase her metaphorically and figuratively. Other women just... bored me now.

"I'm not interested in this anymore, Lara. Put your clothes back on and I'll call you an uber." She let the tears roll down her cheeks then, and I had the sick urge to pull her face close and taste the salt of those tears on my tongue. I knew before I did that it would just be another disappointment.

"Wha- Rafe, what? Why?"

"Because I'm bored, Lara," I sigh. I didn't want to be a dick to her, but I had the feeling it was the only way she'd get the message. "You could suck on me for five fucking years and not shit would happen."

"But you didn't even-" she says, gesturing to my still hard cock.

"I can handle that just fine without you, Lara," I laugh.

She whimpered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and rapidly yanking on her clothes, gathering her shoes in her hands and climbing up and off of the boat. It rocked as she stepped onto the dock. I swore under my breath, running a hand through my hair.

"Lara, let me call you a fucking cab," I say, but she's gone. I roll my eyes. What the fuck ever. I didn't care enough to chase after her. No, there was only one woman I'd be chasing after, and it certainly wasn't Lara.

I pour myself three fingers worth of the amber liquid and chug it in one go. I was slightly past the point of tipsy, that comfortable warmth cradling me. It wasn't a great idea to be next to water and drunk alone, but I gave no fucks. Maybe the bottom of the marina would provide some relief to my incessant thoughts of Kie.

I shove my legs into my board shorts, tucking myself back into them and sitting on the back deck portion of my family's boat. It was nighttime, and the moon had settled low on the horizon. The only sound was the rippling of the waves and the faint hum of electricity. I fought the urge to go digging in my bag for that god blessed blow. I'd be up all fucking night like I had been the last three nights. My eyes had begun to burn and blur slightly, but I didn't allow myself to lay down.