There's No Way

Say It Again

Just warning you that this chapter gets pretty intense. Not a fun combination of warnings to put here but...

[Smut Warning]
[TW: r*pe, sexual assault]

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[Camila's POV]

"I think we need to make this a Sunday tradition," I suggested. Shawn looked down at me and smiled, his adorable dimples on full display.

"What? Breakfast at the diner and then walking through the park?" he asked. I nodded and squeezed his hand in mine a little tighter.

"Yeah...I like this time with you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead upon hearing my words, a familiar sensation – but one that I would never fully get used to. No matter how many times he did it, it would still catch me off guard and turn my face every possible shade of red and pink. He snorted when he saw the way his affection made me react.

"Are you planning on blushing profusely whenever I kiss you...permanently? Or is that just a temporary reaction?" he joked. I screwed my eyes shut and buried my face into his bicep in embarrassment.

"Shut up! I can't help it that you're so goddamn cute!" My attempt to defend myself only made Shawn laugh more.

"It's okay, baby. I like knowing that I have such an affect on you," he said with a cocky grin.

"Oh hush! Don't act like I couldn't get a reaction out of you if I wanted to..." I retorted as I looked up at him through my lashes.

"Fair enough."

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"You're so fucking stubborn," Shawn grunted as he damn near ripped my shirt off.

"It was payback! It's totally fair," I said as I peeled the shirt off his back in return.

"All I did was make you blush, Camila. You gave me a hard-on in the middle of the park. Those are not comparable!" he complained. I laughed at his frustration as my hand began to rub said hard-on through Shawn's jeans.

"I have no clue what you're talking about. All I was doing was enjoying my ice cream cone. It's not my fault if you can't keep your mind out of the gutter..." I said with a shrug.

"Nobody eats ice cream like that, Mila." He said the words with a pout on his face, which only made me laugh. I knew I couldn't hide the smug smirk that was surely plastered on my face.

"Oh yeah? And how exactly was I eating the ice cream, Shawn?" My hands had moved from massaging his erection to rapidly unbuttoning his pants and haphazardly pulling them halfway down his thighs.

"You know what you were doing," he grunted. At this point his underwear had also been discarded by me. I smiled proudly down at the proof of my ability to 'get a reaction out of him'. I took his length in my hand before dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Was it...was it like this?" I asked innocently, my tongue darting out and circling his tip. I grinned in satisfaction when I heard his breath catch in his throat. "Or maybe...maybe it was more like this?" This time my tongue painted a long stripe all the way from the base of his cock to the very tip.

"Jesus, Camila," he grunted as his hands tangled into my hair. I took it as my cue to finally release him from the teasing hell that I was putting him through. My mouth hovered over his length just briefly before I took it in my mouth, slowly bobbing my head up and down - my hand stroking the length I couldn't fit in my mouth.

"Is this how I was doing it?" I asked after removing his cock from my mouth with a 'pop'. My voice was laced with innocence - as if I hadn't just been shoving him down my throat seconds prior. When his eyes met mine, they were dark - nearly black. His breathing was heavy and slow.

"Bed. Now." I smiled and stood up in victory as the words left his mouth. I turned around and walked seductively back to the bedroom, knowing he was watching me from the couch. As soon as I knew I was out of his line of sight, I stripped off the remainder of my clothing - leaving me completely naked. I hopped up onto the bed and laid on my back, propping myself up on my elbows so I could see him when he walked in. Sure enough, just moments later he sauntered through the doorway, his eyes widening at what he saw.

"Took you long enough..." I sighed sassily. His expression was unwavering as he waltzed over to me and grabbed my hands with one of his, pinning them above my head. A gasp escaped my lips at the sudden restriction, another one escaping with it when his free hand slid into my panties. He let out a deep chuckle when his hands met my arousal.

"You love sucking my dick, don't you? Nothing gets you as wet as when you're on your knees for me." He took his hand out of my panties and brought his fingers up to my mouth to taste.

"I love when you talk to me like that," I admitted. Instead of responding with a predictable cocky comment, Shawn eagerly peeled the panties away from me. "...but now I think it's time for you to be on your knees for me," I added with every drop of confidence I had. He smiled down at me, but not the egotistical 'sex-god' grin that he usually gave during heated moments like these - this looked more like his 'I'm in love with you' smile, which honestly is the one I prefer. He did as instructed, releasing my hands from his grip as he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and began licking through my folds, exploring every part of me he could. It felt so incredible that I somehow managed to not even notice when he added two of his fingers to the equation. But god, it felt so good. Just as I was about to fall of the edge of sexual bliss, he removed his fingers and ceased his licks. I propped myself back up on my elbows and glared at him in annoyance.

"What the hell, dude?" I questioned. He just shook his head and laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll get you off. I always do. You just needed a little lesson in patience," he shrugged. Before I had time to respond he was grabbing my by the hips and flipping me over, pulling my hips up so my ass was up in the air. I felt him drag the tip of his length up and down my dripping folds a few times before pushing in - a long, needy, drawn out 'fuck' leaving my lips as he did so. Shawn eagerly began burying himself into me from behind at the most delicious pace. His thrusts got deeper and harder, the pleasure becoming almost too much to handle. I let out a satisfied scream, my eyes fluttering shut as I did so.

The second my eyes closed everything changed. I needed to open them. I knew I needed to open them, I needed to see that it was him and not...him. The second my eyes closed it was no longer my sexy and lovable boyfriend that I was sharing an intimate moment with - it was Lucas and he was raping me. I kept trying to pull my eyelids open but it wasn't working - it felt like they were stapled shut. I needed it to end. If I was going to get through this impending panic attack I needed him to stop now. I suddenly flashed back to the words he had told me so many times before we would be intimate with each other.

"Just tell me when you want me to stop. The second you tell me to stop, it's over. I don't care how far we are - the second you tell me to stop, I stop."

I still couldn't open my eyes but my rational mind knew that it was Shawn penetrating me, not Lucas - so I steadied my breath and opened my mouth to speak.

"Stop," I whimpered weakly. However he didn't stop, he kept going. I convinced myself that he just didn't hear me, that the slapping of skin combined with his own grunts were too distracting. I needed to be louder.

"Stop," I repeated, a bit louder this time. He still didn't stop. This time, he moved so he was laying on top of me - his front pressed against my back as he continued thrusting into me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear, fanning down to my neck. He didn't hear you, Camila. You need to say it louder.

But then he said it. The three words that had the power to destroy me - the three words that did destroy me.

"Say it again," he roughly growled in my ear.

He didn't stop, but when he said those words it felt like my heart did. It felt like time did, it felt like my whole world just...stopped.

"God, please...just stop..." I sobbed.

A/N: Sorry.