Obsession

Where There's Pleasure There's Pain

Merilyn walked into Tanneyhill, not bothering to knock. She'd been here enough, or so she thought, especially after the night she had last night.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah Cameron asked, disgust in her voice.

The feelings were mutual. The two girls were never friends and never would be. Even after Marilyn started dating her brother Rafe if that's even what you'd call it.

Marilyn didn't answer and walked past Sarah, ignoring her gaze as she walked toward Rafe's room.

She walked in, and seeing he wasn't there, she sat down on his bed looking around the room. She knew this room. She'd been in here plenty of times. It was where she lost her virginity, giving it to this dick.

She stood up, the memories making her even angrier.

She started rummaging through everything, trying to find physical proof, not caring about the mess she left behind.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice dark and already irritated with her.

She turned, running her hands through her hair, breathing heavily. "Don't twist this on me, Rafe! I know what you did!"

"Do you? Really?"

"Don't play dumb!"

"Enlighten me."

"You're such a dick!"

He scoffed, crossing his arms, and leaning on the doorframe.

"I know you slept with her!"

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the frame and walking towards her.

"Prove it." His voice was calm and cold.

"I hate you!" She hissed, tears clouding her eyes.

"So what if I slept with her?"

Marilyn slapped him, the action wasn't new in the relationship. The move was quite frequent on her end. Rafe took it, slowly smirking and licking his lips, his gaze heavy on her.

"Answer me," he ordered.

"So what? So what?" She repeated, pushing his chest hard. She knew she didn't have the strength to move him, yet he slowly moved back until his back was against his wall.

He was enjoying this, this was a game to him. It was always a game of back and forth, using jealousy and possessiveness.

"You're mine!" Marilyn finally broke saying the words the two always said when they were at a pass. When in doubt about the relationship, when jealousy had finally won and taken over.

Jealousy was what brought them together in the first place. Rafe had his eyes set on her since she could remember. She always ignored his passes and advances. She kept rejecting him til the point it was almost pathetic. He practically begged her to go out with him and she turned him down.

It all changed when she snuck out of her house to a party with her best friend, Violet, to his house.

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The music was loud, Rafe was there of course, and instead of being glued to her side like he always was, he was attached to some slut.

She tried not to watch them as they danced, kissed, groped, and grinded into each other. It didn't help that Rafe caught her every time she stared.

She watched them go upstairs, it was no secret what went on up there. She should've left it alone, she should've pushed her feelings down, but she couldn't. She pushed up from her seat, leaving her drink behind, ignoring Violet.

She barged into his room, Rafe on the bed and the weasel on top straddling him. That was all it took for her to see red and walk up to her and grab her hair, yanking her off of him.

"He's mine," she hissed, pushing the girl into the wall as she screamed.

The girl ran out once Marilyn released her hair and she slowly turned back seeing Rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and eyeing her.

She couldn't figure out what emotions were on his face, admiration, irritation, lust, maybe it was all of them. She didn't care as she approached him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards her as she slammed her lips into his. It felt wrong and right all at the same time. Maybe it was because she never really had been with someone before, maybe it was from too many drinks.

She pulled away and stared at him, his eyes dark.

"I thought I was the last dick on the planet you wanted?" he asked, repeating what she told him the last time he flirted with her.

"I lied," she admitted, she hadn't known how much she wanted him until she couldn't have him.

He scoffed, shaking his head,  a small smirk spreading on his lips. He looked back at her, grabbing the back of her neck as he stood up, hovering over her.

"Say it again," he breathed.

"I lied," she repeated as his hands started working up and down her body hungrily.

He eyed her hungrily, desperate from waiting so long. His hands danced, teasing her as he kept away from the parts of her that wanted to be touched. She hated how much her body wanted this, wanted him.

She stared at his chest, watching the way it lifted and fell with every heavy breath he took. She fought against pressing her hands against that chest, fought wanting to run down and touch every inch until she had it memorized.

"Not that, what you said when you entered."

She finally looked up at his face. She watched as he slowly licked his lip, leaving his mouth slightly open as he studied her. She felt everything more intensely, the way his breath was on her cheek, the way her back felt against the wall, his hand on her waist tightly squeezing, the way his body was practically on hers.

"You're mine," she finally whispered.

That was the tipping point.

That was the moment all self-control was thrown out the window and everything happened all at once. The two fighting each other's clothes, pulling, grabbing, and pushing. The two breathed against each other, finding their rhythm between whimpers, moans, and whispers.

The next morning Marilyn snuck out before Rafe woke up, to this day she never told him that was the night he took her virginity. The next few months were the same back and forth cat and mouse game. Avoidance and advancing on someone else before they finally gave in and found each other back in bed saying they belonged to each other and no one else until they finished.

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Today was no different.

"You're mine!" Marilyn cried, shoving Rafe again before turning away.

She was about to walk out when he caught her arm and pressed her against the wall, his free hand wrapping around her waist.

"I didn't sleep with her," he whispered against her ear, his lips slowly brushing her earlobe, trailing down her jaw. "I would've only been thinking of you anyways."

"I don't believe you," she firmly, pushing him away. "I'm leaving. For good. It's over."

"Don't leave!" he begged as she opened his door.

"I hate you! I don't want to see you again! I hope she was worth it. We're done."

She closed the door leaving, not waiting for the temper tantrum he was going to have, she meant it this time. She was done with him for good and these games.

However, where there is pleasure there is pain. The mind that pursues pleasure must inevitably invite its opposite, which is pain, and Marilyn's mind was a pursuer.