A/N : sorry its rlly short, ive been busy lately with my other story, krgd. (check it out!)
"I don't know why you're even trying to talk me into this, Rafe. After everything you've done to me and my friends, to the sheriff, what even makes you think I'll work with you?" Kie exclaimed in grief. The poor girl was attempting to maintain her composure, to not let him see her aggravated before him, but she just couldn't keep it in.
"Look Kie, I told you, I'm your best bet here. It won't do us any good to keep arguing" Rafe was trying to calmly retort back. He couldn't help himself when he added with a smirk, "It's not like you're not used to slumming it with a bunch of boys. Speaking of, which one of the three are you fucking now?"
Rafe could tell the moment Kie's eyes shifted from an accusatory glance to an absolute seething and downright venomous glare.
Well damn, it's about to get interesting, he thought. What he didn't expect, however, was the sharp sting on the right side of his face a moment later.
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Kie was shocked that she even slapped Rafe, but there was no way she could let him talk to her like that without consequences. But now, staring at his stormy blue eyes with an element of shock swimming in their depths, she couldn't help but become slightly apprehensive of him.
Rafe's face became contorted with rage and what seemed like unadulterated fury, and with one swift motion his hands wrapped themselves around Kiara's neck and he backed her into the wall next to the massive bed.
"Don't you dare touch me, Kie." he spat with equal amount of venom into her face, his close proximity making Kie's stomach flutter. It's probably disgust, she reasoned to herself.
"I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a monster," she spat at him. She couldn't help but swallow as he tightened his grip around her throat. He's got strong hands, she thought. Way to stand against all of feminism Kie, great job for having a thought like that at this moment.
As if he were reading her mind, Rafe's signature smirk danced across his face as he bent down to whisper into her ear, "Don't act like you're not turned on right now Kiara. I bet if I checked, I'd be right." His right hand left her throat as it slowly traveled down the slopes of her chest, over her abdomen, and inched carefully to the space between her legs.
Kie tried her best to hold her breath, to not let him win. Because obviously Rafe Cameron was right - she was majorly turned on.
But in typical Kie fashion, she couldn't let him have the upper hand, so she did something a little unexpected - she kneed him right in the groin. After all, you can't fight fire with fire.
