The Divine Temptation (18+) (Forbidden Priest Romance)

24. Trauma Timer

Warning: This chapter contains sexual assault and in detailed scenes, if you are not comfortable or if that can be triggering, I politely request you skip this chapter. Thank you.

'I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.'

Ecclesiastes 1:14

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Evangeline

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Six Years ago

"Turn it up" I shout from the backseat of Callum's jeep, as the moon shines down on us, the wind brushing through my hair, and the feeling of freedom, echoing within my soul as Electric love by Børns fills the air.

"Baby you're like lighting in the bottle" Catherine and I sing together, as we exchange alcoholic beverages, drinking from the bottles.

"We've graduated bitches" I shout. The car swerves to the right, as we pull up into the bridger's beach car park, it was now way past 11pm and we all decided to come down to the beach for one last final hoorah.

We run out of the car giggling, are feet instantly sinking as we struggling through the sand onto the beach. Some of us toppling over as the drink in our veins struggling against the small particles of sand. Callum pulls me back spinning me around towards him, his arms circling around my waist as he kisses me. It's sloppy, and the alcohol and cigarettes are evident no his tongue.

"You're so fucking sexy Evangeline" he mumbles into my mouth, his hand lowers and squeezes my ass aggressively. I separate myself from him, smiling as I pull him in the direction of the others, he stays planted in the sand, as he pulls me back.

"Wait I want us to go somewhere more private" I nod my head taking another swig of the bottle of red wine, following him as he guides us behind some rocks. He pushes me against one of the rocky planes, the rough texture. His hands are on my waist again as he leaves wet kisses down my neck.

"God, I want you so bad"

"Callum, I'm not doing this with you on the beach, not while everyone's here" I say back, as his hand gropes my boob. I twist and pull but it's not use, not against his large frame.

"Callum not tonight" I say more sternly. He lifts my denim skirt up, sliding his fingers up, my thigh, and towards my vagina. I drop the wine bottle and attempt to push him off even harder, but the moment I even bring a small amount of space between us he effortless forces my back into the rock, the rough surface grazing my bare back.

"Ouch, Callum you're hurting me, fucking stop" I freeze when rips apart my panties and two of his finger thrust into me.

"You're so fucking wet, you're practically leaking for me"

"Callum please stop" I whisper, as he thrust his fingers in and out, each thrust worst than the one prior, as if he was scratching me with sandpaper, I grip at his clothes, trying to get any traction of pushing him away, but all it does is agitate him further, causing his intrusion to pace faster and more painfully. With his other hand he undoes the buckle of his jeans, and I attempt to use it as a chance to get him off of me, but it doesn't work as he forcefully pushes be back against the hard surface, this time hard enough to push all of the air out of my lungs. He fumbles with his pants again, bring out his dick. My eyes widen, as I try to fight back harder.