Prowl

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/52901146.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: F/M
Fandom: Outer Banks (TV)
Relationships: Rafe Cameron/Reader, Rafe Cameron/You
Characters: Rafe Cameron, Kiara "Kie" Carrera, Cleo (Outer Banks), Pope Heyward,
JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge
Additional Tags: Loss of Virginity, Depression, Mentions of Blood, Underage Drinking,
rafe is a huge asshole, Semi-Public Sex
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-01-08 Words: 8,597 Chapters: 1/1
 Prowl
by Cherienymphe

Summary

You desperately want to forget about the night of your assault, but someone refuses to be
forgotten.
You curled up in the corner of the couch with your knees pulled to your chest as you faintly
registered the conversation happening around you. You tried to engage enough to be
considered present, but it was hard, and you didn’t think you were fooling anyone. You were
positive that you hadn’t been fooling anyone for weeks, and when you glanced up you
weren’t surprised to catch Kiara’s eye.

She was worried about you.

You never would’ve known if she hadn’t cornered you last week, not-so-subtly subtly trying
to pry information from you to determine what had triggered this change in demeanor. You’d
stupidly thought that you were behaving normally, somehow convincing yourself that you
weren’t acting differently, at all. After all, you still hung out with your friends and laughed at
their jokes and smiled whenever JJ showed you the fish he caught.

“You just seem…” Kiara shook her head. “…kind of spacey, I guess. Like you’re here, but…
you’re not.”

That was what she’d said to you when you’d unconvincingly asked her what she meant.

You recalled letting out a near silent scoff, the realization washing over you that you weren’t
doing as good of a job as you thought. It made you wonder how long the other girl had
noticed without saying anything, and then, that only made you wonder about the rest of your
friends too. Granted, Kiara was your sister, so she was bound to notice more than they did,
but you’d also never written her off as the most observant.

Especially now that so much of her time was taken up by JJ.

So…if she noticed…

You swallowed, unable to sit here and put in more effort to appear somewhat happy. You
couldn’t deal with Kiara’s periodic glances as well as wondering what they were saying about
you when you weren’t around. You knew it wouldn’t be anything bad, but you suddenly felt
like the elephant in the room. Even more so when all eyes focused on you the very second
you started to stand.

“I think I’m gonna go home,” you said, shaking your head the moment Kiara started to stand
too. “All I had today was an iced coffee, and it’s finally catching up to me, I think.”

“Even more reason to stay,” Pope told you, and you sent him a small smile.

“Even more reason to go lie down in my bed,” you chuckled.

When your eyes met Kiara’s, she stood anyway, a sigh leaving her as she reached for her
keys.

“Well, I’m at least driving you.”

Her tone left little room for argument, and choosing to pick your battles, you simply gave her
a small thanks. You waved everyone else bye after putting on your shoes, and you didn’t need
to look over to know that your sister was staring at you as she walked at your side.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you? I mean, if you’re not feeling good
someone should be home with you. Mom and dad are at The Wreck.”

“I’m literally just feeling a little lightheaded,” you assured her as you got in. “It’s nothing
some noodles can’t fix.”

She didn’t look all that convinced, but she bit her tongue to whatever was clearly on her
mind. The ride back home was pretty quiet outside of you flickering between stations here
and there, and Kiara’s lack of protest over it clued you in on just how worried about you she
was. Its why you weren’t surprised when you were prevented from hopping out the moment
she parked in front of the house.

She’d reached out to you to stop you, and there was an unsure look flickering over her face.
You could see that she was contemplating how to say whatever it was she was going to say,
and eventually she just sighed.

“I know that I haven’t been available as much ever since JJ and I started dating,” she slowly
started, eyeing you. “…but you know that if you ever want to talk, I’d blow him off in a
heartbeat, right?”

You gave her a small smile.

“I know.”

She still didn’t look satisfied, probably hoping this would be an opportunity to really talk
about whatever she wondered was going on with you. When it was clear you weren’t going to
give her what she wanted, she merely pressed her lips together with a nod. She gave you a
soft ‘okay’ before reluctantly unlocking the vehicle. You didn’t look back once you made it
inside, but you didn’t need to to know she hadn’t driven off right away.

The sound reached your ears when she finally did.

You pressed your back to the wall the minute you were finally alone, and you stared at the
wall before you for what felt like a long time before it eventually started to blur. Once the
first tear escaped, the rest quickly followed, and your lips trembled as you roughly wiped
your face. Your gaze rested on the family pictures on the wall, focusing on your smiling face
in particular, and you wondered if you’d ever smile like that again.

You would never in a million years tell Kiara what was wrong. Not because you didn’t trust
her and not because she wouldn’t believe you, but because you should’ve known better. You
should’ve fucking known better, and instead of listening to what you knew, you ignored
every instinct inside of you just to be nice. It was bad enough that two people in this world
knew just how stupid and naïve you could be.

You didn’t think you could handle any more than that.
With a choked sob, you slid to the floor, head tilted back as you gazed at the ceiling. It was
the same ceiling throughout the whole house, same color and all, and you found that gazing
at it—as you’d done that night—brought you some comfort. It was all that had filled your
vision when you’d felt more and more detached from your body, eyes tracing every inch of it
as he’d pinned your wrists to your bed.

Staring at it calmed you, the sight of it much more enjoyable without Rafe Cameron’s heavy
breathing in your ear.

“You want to hear something funny?”

The voice just at your ear was low, but the suddenness of it startled you, nonetheless, and
when you turned, a familiar face was greeting you with a grin. His perfect teeth were winking
at you as you slowly turned to fully face him, equal parts cautious and curious. Your grip on
the red cup in your hand tightened for a half a second before you took a step back, thankful
that no one was behind you to bump into.

“I was just at the beach,” the older guy said, leaning in so you could hear him. “…and your
sister said you were at home because you’re in trouble.”

You felt all color drain from your face at his words, and by the look on his own face when he
pulled back, he knew the exact effect they had on you.

“…but yet, here you are.”

Rafe Cameron looked nothing short of like the cat who caught the canary as he leaned his
hand on the couch you both were standing next to. He had a drink of his own in his hand—
although his wasn’t nearly as empty as yours—and his head was tilted as he eyed you. You
watched him tilt his cup up to his lips, those blue eyes of his holding your gaze over the rim
as his words—and what they meant—floated between you.

You scoffed at him.

“Kie would never talk to you,” was your best response, and you didn’t like the way his smirk
grew.

“I never said she did,” he haughtily replied. “Only that she said it…and I heard her.”

Accepting that you’d been caught, you rolled your eyes, and the oldest Cameron only
chuckled.

“You can relax, Carrera,” he drawled, laughing again before taking another sip. “Do I look
like I care if Kie’s baby sister wants to sneak out to a party she has no business being at?”

“I’m not a baby,” the words flew out before you could stop them.
Of course, that didn’t need to be said, but despite the fact that you were only one year
younger than Kiara and your friends, they had a moderately annoying habit of treating like
you were a child. You suspected it was because Kiara always acted like she was much older
than you than she actually was. The girl was twenty, not twenty-nine, and her behavior had
long rubbed off.

You didn’t know if you liked the onceover Rafe gave you, blue gaze slowly taking you in from
your hair all the way down to your platform flip flops and back.

“No shit,” he said matter-of-factly and leaning in, a crooked smile on his pink lips as he
shook his head. “…but you’re two years younger than me, so unfortunately, that makes you a
tad more childish than I am.”

“Rafe Cameron? Childish? Never,” you sarcastically said to him just before finishing your
drink.

Rafe seemed to be really entertained by you for some reason, and when you lowered your
hand, his gaze fell to your cup. When his eyes met yours again, he threw you a playful smirk.

“Do you want another drink?”

You held his gaze for a few seconds more before glancing away, eyes taking in the party that
you weren’t supposed to be at. It wasn’t like your parents could actually legally stop you from
walking out of their house and going to any party you wanted, but considering you were still
at home with no means of independence whatsoever, you didn’t see the appeal in blatantly
disrespecting them. Especially since you deserved your lashings for mishandling money they
gave you.

You were starting to think you’d pushed your luck enough.

“I’m not even supposed to be here,” you told Rafe, throwing him a sheepish look. “I should
probably go home.”

Rafe didn’t immediately respond to that, only staring at you for a moment before eventually
nodding. You watched him take another swallow of beer, his eyes still on yours.

“You got a ride?” he wondered.

“Yeah.”

You answered too quick, and Rafe tilted his head at you, giving you a look that let you know
he didn’t buy that.

“Really. Who?”

All of your friends were currently at the beach with your sister, and Rafe already knew that
none of them knew you were even here. When you sighed in defeat, Rafe’s smirk grew, the
corner of his lips pulling upwards.

“Fine, I walked…and I’ll walk back,” you told him with a shrug.
“Mm mmm,” Rafe hummed with a shake of his head as he downed the rest of his drink.
“Come on, I’ll drive you.”

He took your empty cup, and along with his, set them both down on a nearby table. You
hesitated as he dug in his pocket for his keys, lips parting as you mulled over if this was what
you wanted to do. It wouldn’t be the first time you walked back home from a party no one
knew you were at. Granted, thankfully nothing had ever happened, but you didn’t know. It
could finally be the night your luck ran out.

Nothing hardly happened on this side of the island much, anyway, but you started to feel silly
for contemplating turning down a perfectly fine ride home. Rafe could be kind of an asshole,
but nothing worse than the average Kook you encountered on a regular basis. Besides, even
though you were far from friends, it wasn’t like you didn’t know him. You were literally best
friends with his sister.

“Are you sure?” you asked him. “I really don’t mind walking.”

Rafe chuckled at you like he thought you were cute, and he gently touched your arm as he
guided you through the full house. His chest grazed your back as he remained close, keeping
you steady and on track to the door.

“Walking home in Kildare County on a Saturday night?” he wondered in your ear. “Never
mind the drunk drivers, but you never know what creep might come along and just pluck you
off the street.”

You scoffed at him, and Rafe’s laugh was in your ear as he led you outside.

“Is it bad?” Kiara wondered, looking between your face and your plate. “If dad’s off his A-
game tonight, you can tell me.”

Pope and JJ chuckled at that, and you merely shook your head, pushing your food around
before sitting up.

“No, I…” you licked your lips. “I guess I’m not as hungry as I thought I was.”

When your eyes met Kiara’s, she was frowning, and you could tell that a small lecture about
your eating habits was on the tip of her tongue when Sarah spoke up.

“It’s not good to eat so much on an empty stomach, anyway,” Sarah jumped in, throwing
Kiara a look before smiling at you. “Just take your time.”

You appreciated that, and you sat back in your seat as Cleo asked John B. something about a
noise his van was apparently making earlier. By the uptick in conversation at the table, you
got the sense that the noise had some crazy story attached, and you tried to listen—you really
did—but your mind kept floating somewhere else entirely, and when a familiar face flashed
behind your eyes, you desperately craved a drink.
You had just set your empty water glass down when you heard a voice that might as well had
been a bucket of ice for you. Your gaze was glued to the table as you froze, fingers grazing
the glass, and even though you told yourself you were imagining things, your heart wouldn’t
slow down. It felt like it was going to jump straight out of your throat, doubly so when the
voice became so much clearer.

“I told you she’d be here.”

That haughty drawl made your hair stand on end, and you were so glad that your head was
down so that no one could see the way your eyes watered. Sarah made a noise of disapproval,
and you shared her sentiments completely. He wasn’t alone, Kelce and Topper’s voices
reaching your ears too, and as much as you wanted to be anywhere but here…

You couldn’t move.

You were completely frozen in your seat, pinned down by some invisible force that wouldn’t
allow you to get up and get as far away from Rafe Cameron as possible. You’d done a good
job of avoiding him for damn near two months—avoiding any party or outing he might be at
—but you were running out of excuses as to why you wanted to stay home or why you didn’t
want to take advantage of a free meal at your parents’ restaurant.

You reached up to wipe your face just as he spoke again…closer this time.

“Rose said whenever you’re done doing…” he paused. “…whatever it is you’re doing to
come straight home.”

You didn’t need to look up to know that small sneer was on his face. You could almost
picture it, those blue eyes sparkling and those nostrils of his flared—almost in disgust. It was
a very vivid expression, one you recalled being on the receiving end of when you begged him
to stop. He’d looked at you like you didn’t have the right to even find the audacity to ask him
such a thing.

“Did you ask what she wanted?”

Rafe didn’t answer, but the barked laugh that left his lips was answer enough.

You blinked at the table, still so…still, and some part of you—an irrational part—wondered
that if you remained still, maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t see you. Maybe he wouldn’t
acknowledge you. Even if he didn’t do it with his words, you didn’t know if you could handle
being on the receiving end of that blue gaze.

However, the way that your skin suddenly pricked told you that your efforts were in vain.

“Lunch on the house with your friends?” he wondered to Sarah no doubt. “That’s cute.”

He dragged it out in a mockingly condescending way. After a beat of silence, you heard Rafe
hum.

“I’d hurry up if I were you,” he advised. “Rose made it seem like it was urgent.”
You heard him walking, and it sounded like he and his friends were making their way
towards the counter.

“Nice to see you all again. JJ, Cleo…”

He was slowly acknowledging everyone at the table, and you felt bile rising in your throat at
the realization. The feeling became even worse once it became clear that Rafe was saving
you for last, and your stomach violently turned when his lips finally curled around your
name.

“Y/N.”

You felt light—too light—and where you once even felt maybe too cold you now felt
overheated. Sarah was complaining about his lingering presence when you finally glanced
up, hating the way your name fell from his tongue. You were unsurprised to meet his gaze,
and if you thought for a moment that Rafe would look at you in a way that was anything like
indifference or contentment…you were wrong.

It happened so fast as Sarah shooed him away. There was a glint in Rafe’s eyes when they
looked into yours, and it was a look that spoke volumes. A small smirk danced along his lips,
and there was nothing content about it. It said so many things without Rafe uttering a single
word, doubly so when he gave you a quick onceover. Rafe had only said your name, but you
understood him loud and clear.

We both know I had you and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

The moment he was at the counter with Topper and Kelce, you finally found the strength to
move…and you used all of it to stumble to your feet and out of The Wreck. Kiara was quick
to follow you out of the restaurant, on your heels just in time to witness you throwing up
what little you ate all over the pavement. Her gasp was barely registered as your stomach
heaved again, and you could hear that it was no longer just your sister with you.

“Cheese on bread,” you heard Cleo say in shock. “Pope, go get a napkin or something.”

By the time he came back, there wasn’t anything left in your stomach, and you thanked him
as you took it. Kiara’s eyes were wide and concerned when you looked at her, wiping your
mouth and tongue.

“Are you okay? Was it…the food? You barely ate anything,” she added, and you shook your
head.

“My stomach’s been a little upset all day. Maybe Sarah was right, and I ate too much and too
fast.”

Your words came out a bit slurred, and you noted how hot and lightheaded you felt. You
remembered that vomiting dehydrated you, and Kiara seemed to remember the same thing,
reaching for her keys.
“We should get you home,” she finally said, turning to glance at your friends. “We’ll see you
guys later.”

You frowned at her when she pushed you towards her car.

“Kie, I’ll be fine. You can come back after you drop me off,” you told her, gesturing to them.

She merely gave you a look as you both slid into the vehicle. You could tell that she didn’t
agree with that suggestion at all, but there was also something in her dark gaze that gave you
pause. Worry clouded her face as she pulled out of the parking lot, and you found yourself
eyeing her. Kiara was never one to keep her thoughts to herself when she clearly had
something serious she wanted to say.

You were put out of your misery halfway to your house.

“Are you pregnant?”

Somehow that was the last thing you expected to hear her blurt out, and her concerned gaze
met your wide one. While not entirely impossible, you were almost one hundred percent sure
that you weren’t, and you gave her a ridiculous look.

“What? No!”

“Don’t…! Don’t look at me like that, alright? That’s not a crazy question-.”

“That’s not a crazy question…” you repeated, sounding more like a statement.

“No, it’s not,” she doubled down, looking between you and the road. “Not when you’ve been
acting strange for two months! You’re not really here and I feel like we barely see you now
and then today…”

She shrugged.

“You threw up in the middle of the day despite the fact that you’d barely eaten a thing.”

“…and you don’t think I’d be eating a lot more if I was pregnant?”

Kiara seemed to think that over, sitting back in her seat with a sigh. Her hands were tight on
the wheel, and you could see her accepting how crazy that seemed. She roughly exhaled.

“Well, something’s wrong with you,” she forced out, sounding defeated, and you weren’t able
to hold her gaze when she looked over. “I’ve been trying to be a good sister and just…let you
know you can come to me in your own time.”

You wrapped your arms around yourself.

“…but I’m getting scared.”

Her voice was small, and you didn’t have a good response to that. Denying that anything was
wrong would just insult her intelligence and probably make her worry more. You swallowed,
fighting back tears and wondering how you could ever tell her what happened. You barely
even wanted to think about it—despite how much it plagued your thoughts—let alone
actually talking about it.

You didn’t know how to even begin to tell Kiara that your friend’s brother had raped you…in
your own house…in your own bed, no less. You couldn’t stomach walking her through what
happened that night and its eventual horrifying end. You didn’t know how to tell her that
you’d been so stupid…and you especially didn’t know how to tell her that Rafe Cameron was
walking around like he wasn’t even somewhat remorseful about what he did.

…but instead proud.

You didn’t know how to voice any of that, so when she parked, you were quick to be the first
one out. You fixed her with a look that was meant to reassure her, but you didn’t know if you
pulled it off. Gazing into Kiara’s eyes, you lied straight to her face with a small smile.

“I promise, it’s nothing.”

You didn’t give her the chance to respond, making your way up the driveway.

You’d been standing at the top of the stairs for a minute too long when your mom called for
you again. When she’d called you down the first time, you hadn’t even considered what it
could be for, just acting on instinct and pulling yourself out of bed. You hadn’t given much
thought to the fact that you’d heard her answer the door only moments before. However, the
moment you reached the top of the stairs, you’d tried to tell yourself that you were imagining
that voice.

That hauntingly familiar voice.

His soft laugh reached your ears at something your mom said, and the sound of it brought
tears to your eyes. Like at The Wreck only just the other day, you found it hard to move. Your
hand was on the staircase and one foot was already on the step below, but you were finding it
so hard to will yourself to move—to act like everything was normal.

To act like Rafe Cameron wasn’t in your house.

Again.

“I wonder if she’s…” your mom trailed off when she rounded the corner, face lighting up at
the sight of you. “There she is! Come on, you’ll never believe it.”

Her presence—and her hand reaching for yours—gave you the strength to finally put one foot
in front of the other. The whole ordeal felt like an out of body experience, your lips parted
and eyes fearful as she led you into the living room, forcing you to come face to face with
those blue eyes yet again. There was a grin on his lips as he stood by your door. To your
mom, it was charming.
It was predatory to you.

“You will never believe what Rafe found,” she said, sounding so pleased.

When the other guy held his hand out…you wanted to be sick.

“It was just there…at the beach,” his smooth voice explained, and you were certain now more
than ever.

You were going to be sick.

When your gaze lifted to meet Rafe’s, finally pulling your eyes away from your wallet, your
heart sank. Your mom was going on a tangent in thanking him while you had yet to utter a
single word. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to push him into the
street, and you couldn’t even fix your mind to take the damned thing.

Rafe didn’t find your wallet on any beach.

You knew it, and he knew it.

He’d taken it the night he raped you.

Despite how terrified you were, you couldn’t break the gaze. Why? Why was he doing this?
The oldest Cameron had gotten exactly what he wanted from you, so what did he get out of
this? It wasn’t enough that he broke your trust and violated you, but now he meant to torment
you too? You hadn’t even told a soul what he did. You hadn’t gone to the police, done a rape
kit or anything, he got away with it, so what was the point of all this?

Beyond the despair and confusion, you could feel a hint of anger flaring within you, and that
small flare must have made itself visible through your eyes…because the look Rafe gave you
had you taking a step back. Your mom noticed, and she rubbed your back.

“Everything’s in there,” she assured you. “I know we got you a new one and everything, but
at least you can know it found its way into good hands.”

Both her and Rafe chuckled at that, and your lips parted as you stared at him.

The look that Rafe had given you… For that brief moment when you felt a hint of anger, just
a smidgen, the look in those blue eyes had made your blood run cold. There was a crooked
smile on his lips and a softness to his visage, but Rafe’s eyes had told an entirely different
story. There had been a glint in his gaze—a challenge—like he was almost itching to see
what you would try and do to him.

At your mom’s urging—and with shaky hands—you hesitantly reached out to take your
wallet, careful to avoid touching his fingers. You didn’t even recall thanking him, but you
must have, because Rafe looked you over with a quickness your mom missed, that smile of
his growing when your eyes met again.

“You’re welcome,” he slowly responded, almost dragging the words out in that smooth
baritone.
“Rafe, would you like something to drink before you go?” your mom offered, and both of
your minds seemed to go to the same place.

Tears kissed your eyes as her steps traveled to the kitchen, and Rafe full on grinned, briefly
pulling his lip between his teeth as he brushed past you. You leaned away from him as he
grazed you, and you didn’t imagine the way he’d turned his head to keep his eyes on you as
he did.

“Just some water, thanks.”

Those words made your knees buckle, and you reached out, struggling to safely sit down on
the couch. Your wallet fell from your hands as you heard him compliment her on the house,
and the more he talked, the more your stomach churned.

“It’s so bright and cozy in here,” he praised. “I almost wish Y/N would lose her wallet again
just so I have an excuse to come back.”

Wholly unamused by whatever he was doing, your tears spilled over, and you didn’t bother to
make your exit known as you stood and stumbled through the front door.

“Hey, you mind if I can get some water?” Rafe said to you the moment he parked in your
driveway, turning to you with a small smile. “I drank more than I thought I did, and I kind of
want to sober up a little before I get back on the road.”

Your brows rose at that, stupidly under the impression that Rafe only had one beer, but there
was no telling just how long he’d been at the party before bumping into you. You probably
should’ve asked, and even though you knew Kiara—and maybe even your parents—wouldn’t
approve of inviting a guy inside the empty house on a Saturday night, Rafe had driven you
home. The least you could do was give him some water to make him feel better about driving.

“No, yeah, that’s fine.”

Rafe got out after you did, following behind you as you took your keys out. Saturday nights
meant a packed restaurant, so you weren’t expecting anyone home for another few hours at
the least. It wouldn’t take any time at all to give Rafe something to drink and send him on his
way.

“It’s quiet in here,” he commented as you tossed your keys on the table by the door.

“The Wreck on a Saturday? Both of my parents kind of need to be there for that madness.”

Rafe amusingly agreed, and when you reached for a glass from the dishwasher, you glanced
over to find Rafe’s gaze on you.

“What…?”
He was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. You only just
paid attention to his shirt and the way it pulled against him with every movement.

“Never pegged you as the type to sneak out. Seems more like Kie, to be honest.”

His comment made you laugh, and you tilted your head at him when you handed him the
glass.

“One of us is just better at it,” you teased. “Besides, I snuck out for an hour and a half at the
most. It barely counts.”

Rafe simply eyed you as he drank the water you gave him. You felt a tad awkward being alone
with Rafe in your house, but it was only because you guys were far from friends, and you
couldn’t recall a time you’d ever even had an actual conversation with him.

“I’m surprised you went to some Kook party,” he hummed, lowering his arm. “What? No
boyfriend on The Cut you wanted to meet up with?”

Rafe’s gaze was so intense as he held eye contact, and it was then that you realized you didn’t
think you’d ever been on the receiving end of it before. At least…not for an extended period
of time like this. Having all of his attention felt strange.

“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head. “I don’t really date.”

Rafe blinked at you, folding his arms again as he tilted his head. There was a curious twinkle
in his eye, and you didn’t miss the way he ran his gaze over your face.

“Why not?” he wondered with a frown.

“Um,” you said, rolling your eyes towards the ceiling. “…because a lot of you are assholes.”

Rafe laughed with you, nodding his head.

“That’s fair,” he admitted. “…and smart. A lot of guys wouldn’t know what to do with you,
anyway.”

You gave a chuckle at that, not because you found it funny, but because you didn’t know how
to respond. Your gaze traveled to his empty glass while his remained on you, and a silence
descended between you that reminded you he shouldn’t be here.

“Do you want another before you go?” you asked him, trying to politely kick him out.

There was a faint smile on his pink lips as he stared at you, and when he handed it to you, the
corner of his lips twitched.

“That’s sweet of you…”

His fingers brushed yours when you took the empty glass, and you could feel his gaze on your
back when you made your way to the sink. Your own gaze was on the faucet, and you were
thinking about the shower you were going to take when you felt something brush against your
arm. The feel startled you, and the glass fell in the sink when you jumped.

You hadn’t heard Rafe move, so you were shocked that he was so close.

“What are you…?”

Your words died in the air when the blond kissed you, his lips covering yours so expertly that
you might’ve appreciated the opportunity under different circumstances. When you reached
up to push at his chest, Rafe only responded by backing you up against the fridge. The only
way to get your words out was to turn your head.

“Rafe, what…? Stop,” you gasped, pushing at his chest.

You liked to think that he was more drunk than either of you realized, but when he reached up
to grab your hand, holding you against him as he pulled his face away, that mocking grin on
his lips told you otherwise.

“Why?” he asked you like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard.

You ducked your head when he tried to kiss you again, harshly pushing at his chest, now, but
Rafe was just as strong as he looked. When his lips met yours again, this kiss was rougher,
and an uncomfortable gasp escaped you when one of his hands found the side of your neck.
His teeth nipped at your lip, and following his lead, you bit him. Hard.

Blood welled on his lip when he snatched himself away from you, and the look he fixed you
with broke you out of your momentary stupor. Your heart sank low in your chest, something in
you screaming at you that Rafe wasn’t joking, and he wasn’t just trying to get handsy.

“Rafe, I think you should leave.”

Your words amused him, and he laughed to himself.

“…and if I don’t want to?”

You swallowed, and his eyes zeroed in on the movement.

“I’m serious,” you told him, voice cracking. “I want you to leave.”

Again, your demand clearly tickled him, and you realized then that this wasn’t going to work
this way.

You made it as far as the hallway before his hand fisted your shirt, yanking you back so hard
that the fabric pulled against your throat. The wind was knocked out of you when your back
roughly collided with his chest, and once he got his arm around you, the door became farther
and farther away.

“Rafe, you’re not funny,” you said to him, panicked and out of breath as you fought to get his
hands off of you. “Rafe!”
Deep down, some part of you wanted it to be a joke gone too far, that maybe if he heard how
scared you were then he would stop. To your horror though, Rafe seemed to like the fear in
your voice, pinning you to the wall as he leaned in to press sloppy kisses to your neck. He
was kissing you and yanking you up the stairs, and that only made your panic grow.

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying until your vision—and Rafe along with it—grew
blurry. Your face felt cold as the air hit your wet skin, and in that moment, oddly enough, you
were furious that yours and Kiara’s room doors were labeled because Rafe knew exactly
which one to force you in. Your stomach turned at the thought of this taking place in your
room.

Your safe space.

When it became clear that you wouldn’t be able to get away by fighting him off, you
screamed.

Rafe had you pinned to your bed at this point, and he didn’t like the sound, fighting to cover
your mouth. With one hand free, he could still pull at your clothes—the dress you’d warn to
the party literally being ripped off of you. Everything was happening too fast, your mind
fighting to understand how you’d just been downstairs getting him water not even fifteen
minutes ago.

“Rafe, please,” you tearfully begged him, pushing against him and hitting him despite the
little damage it was doing. “Get off, get off, please!”

The light from the hallway cast onto his face, and so you didn’t miss the sneer Rafe gave you.
You didn’t miss the way his lip curled over his teeth, a look passing over his face like he
couldn’t believe you dared to ask that of him. He even let out a soft laugh. He pushed against
your chest as he reached between you, painfully holding you down, and your legs kicked
around him, nails drawing blood on his arm.

You felt like you were having a panic attack when you felt the tip of him graze you. You
couldn’t stop crying even if you wanted to, and Rafe didn’t kiss you again until he was inside
of you, taking full advantage of your shock and agony. You felt frozen, eyes squeezed shut as
the pain between your legs became unbearable, and when he tasted the inside of your mouth,
you noted that there was hardly a hint of alcohol in his.

You sat behind some stranger’s car, arms wrapped around your knees as you fought to catch
your breath. The sounds of the party on the beach reached you all the way to the parking lot,
and you wondered why you fought so hard to act normal when nothing was normal. You
weren’t okay, and it was growing increasingly more difficult to pretend you were.

You just wanted Kiara and your friends to stop worrying.

You hadn’t expected to see Rafe of all people on the beach when you joined the festivities.
He tended to prefer a fancy house party with coke and other party favors. One look at him
had you stopping in your tracks, and you’d made sure to look elsewhere before Cleo could
notice.

“You okay?” she’d asked you, and unable to come up with a believable lie, you just told her
you’d be right back.

That had to have been at least twenty minutes ago, and no matter how many times you started
to, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. Rafe was tormenting you…and you didn’t know
why. You hadn’t missed the slight curve of his lips when your eyes briefly met his before you
left the crowd. Before… Before you just thought that he’d sunk to a new low, just being an
asshole about what he did. Now though…

Now, you were sure that he was seeking you out.

…but you didn’t understand why.

After that God awful day at your house, you rarely left it. Any annoyance your mom still had
over that abrupt departure, it had long faded the more you holed away in your room staring at
your wall. There were only so many excuses you could make, only so many times you could
say you just didn’t feel good before someone demanded you go see a doctor.

Out of excuses—and just wanting to ease everyone’s worry—you tagged along tonight…and
now you regretted it.

You didn’t know how to go back out there and pretend like he wasn’t in the crowd—
watching you, no doubt. You wouldn’t be able to relax for a second, too busy looking over
your shoulder and avoiding Rafe Cameron at all costs. You pressed your hand to your mouth,
struggling to breathe as you cried and telling yourself that you had to do something because if
they weren’t already, your friends would be looking for you soon.

With difficulty, you pushed yourself to your feet, thankful the car was an older model whose
alarm didn’t go off at any mere touch. You didn’t know what excuse you were going to give
to Kiara who’d no doubt been informed by Cleo that you’d been gone for too long. You
wiped your face, and you told yourself that if anyone questioned it, you’d just claim you’d
had some bad food that made you sick.

“Cute dress.”

No other voice could shatter any amount of composure you’d built up like that one. It was
like being doused in cold water, all train of thought lost and only able to focus on how
freezing and miserable you were. You didn’t even attempt to convince yourself you’d
imagined it this time because you knew without a doubt now that Rafe was going out of his
way to torture you about that night.

When you finally looked over, the man in question was leaning against someone else’s car.
He was sprawled against it like it was his, and upon closer inspection, you recognized it as
Topper’s jeep. You wrapped your arms around yourself at the sight of him, and you wondered
just how long he’d been there…watching you.
“Rough night?” he quietly wondered, eyes raking over your frame, and you shuddered under
his scrutiny.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you breathed, moving to go back to the beach when he blocked your
path.

You tried to get around him, but Rafe wasn’t having it.

“Woah, hey, I just want to talk,” he laughed, reaching out to you.

You stumbled back away from him, fearfully eyeing him. You weren’t quite as alone with
him as you were before, but it was just enough for Rafe to do whatever he wanted should he
find himself determined enough.

“What could I possibly want to talk about with you?” you breathed. “…and what could you
possibly have to say to me?”

You continued before he could say anything.

“We both know you’re not sorry,” you choked out. “You’ve done nothing but make my life
hell…and I don’t know why because you got what you wanted.”

Trying to get by him only resulted in him reaching for you again, and so you reached for your
phone. Rafe’s hand followed yours, and so as soon as your hand was around your phone, his
was around your hand, and the fight over the device was quick. Tears of anger kissed your
eyes when he held it out of reach, and your breathing was heavy when he leaned in.

His nose touched yours, and in your efforts to back away, you backed right into the car.

His eyes flickered between yours, and the more you leaned back, the more Rafe followed
until he was practically on top of you. He shifted, and you both felt and saw both of his hands
come down on either side of you to rest on the vehicle, effectively caging you in. He was so
close that you could faintly smell the cologne he put on before he left the house, and when
his gaze lowered to your lips, your heart sank.

You pushed at his chest, but Rafe wasn’t budging.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to get you alone?” he murmured.

His words made you freeze, and your eyes widened.

“…and I guess that’s my fault,” he said with a shrug. “You’re always…in the house or…with
your friends, now.”

He leaned in some more despite the pressure you put against his chest.

“You make it so difficult to get you by yourself, now,” he continued with a small smirk. “So,
all I’ve been able to do is just dream about that night…instead of reliving it.”
His hand on your face had you jerking away, hands pushing against his chest as he leaned in
to kiss you. You made a noise of protest, and Rafe only shushed you, lips grazing yours. One
of his hands completely dug into your hip at your attempt to scoot back on the car.

“Relax,” he whispered in what was probably meant to be a soothing manner. “Just relax.”

One of his hands was behind your neck, the other kneading into your upper thigh when he
kissed you. He swallowed any noise you attempted to make, and like before, Rafe didn’t
seem to care that you didn’t want this.

“You should’ve told me you were a virgin before I fucked you,” he murmured against your
lips, smiling into the kiss. “I would’ve been nicer about it.”

The reminder of the blood that night made more tears spill over, and you were in awe that
Rafe saw that night as something to look back on with the idea of fun while it had completely
turned your life upside down…but maybe that was the fun part for him. He had to know how
much what he did affected you.

He wouldn’t stop kissing you—wouldn’t let you make a sound—and when the hand on your
thigh settled itself on your back, you tripped over your feet when he pulled you away from
the car. You could hear your phone going off wherever Rafe had abandoned it, and you had
no doubt that all of your friends and Kiara were looking for you.

Unfortunately, Rafe was forcing you into the back of Topper’s jeep.

Your hand was on the opposite door handle as soon as you were inside the vehicle, but with
one successful yank back, Rafe climbed over you and closed it. You heard the resounding
click of the locks, and you pushed against the seat when you felt Rafe lips trailing along the
side of your neck.

“I didn’t get what I wanted,” he whispered against your skin, making you tremble. “…
because I still want it.”

Rafe had you completely pinned between him and the seat, and your struggle grew frantic
when you felt how hard he was against the back of your thigh. One of Rafe’s hands snaked its
way underneath you, circling around your throat as he left kisses along your skin. His other
hand was trailing along your frame, and when it started to push at your dress, the hand
around your neck tightened.

You could barely breathe properly now…let alone scream.

Rafe’s breathing was heavy, evident in the way his chest heaved against your back. It didn’t
stop him from pulling your head back and kissing you though, all the while releasing himself,
the sound of his zipper loud in the otherwise car. Your friends were long gone from your
mind, now, with your only focus on how you were going to handle this again.

Tears kissed your face as you reached up to pull at Rafe’s hand, but his grip was tight, and
your grip started to slip the moment you felt him press the head of his cock into you. Your
toes curled, body going still as memories of the last time flashed behind your eyes. Your
underwear pulled over his hand, his fist keeping them completely pushed to the side as he
slowly pushed his way into you.

“Just like I remember,” he purred against your ear once he’d pushed his cock into you to the
hilt.

His movements had you gripping the seat of Topper’s Jeep, your feet kicking back at the
door. His thrusts were slow, reminiscent of the last time, but unlike now, Rafe had only
slowed his pace then once he saw the faint blood on his cock. Now, you didn’t know if he’d
meant what he said earlier about being gentler or if he was simply trying to savor it.

When his hand finally let your throat go, you greedily sucked in air, but your relief was short-
lived when his whole arm found its way around your neck. You had no choice but to hold
onto it as he snapped his hips against you, the slow plunge of his cock forcing a whine from
you. Rafe’s forehead rested on the back of yours, and you could both feel and hear how much
he was enjoying this.

“I almost didn’t want to leave that night,” he breathed, a gasp escaping when he curved his
hips against you. “I could’ve fucked you all night.”

The inside of the Jeep was filled with the sound of your reluctant moans and Rafe’s heavy
breathing and words. You could feel your body becoming lighter and lighter, and you knew it
had nothing to do with Rafe’s arm around your neck. The feel of his thrusts became easier to
bear, and like that night, you found your gaze focusing on the door…just as you’d done with
the ceiling.

The knowledge that he hadn’t just been tormenting you but had been seeking you out for a
reason left you feeling a little numb. The whole reason you hadn’t done a thing about it in the
first place was because you just wanted to avoid Rafe Cameron at all costs. He was violent
and terrifying, and those two things had scared you into simply scrubbing yourself raw that
night before crying yourself to sleep. You thought that he’d gotten what he wanted and would
leave you alone.

…but you never considered that it wasn’t about the sex or the power, at all.

It was about you in particular and the power he wanted over you, the gratification he wanted
from you.

It was why he boldly acknowledged you knowing exactly how terrified you were of him. It
was why Rafe dared to enter your home once again, knowing exactly what the sight of him in
there would do to you. It was why he taunted you and challenged you to even dare to
retaliate. You didn’t know if Rafe was just some bully who decided you were it, or perhaps
something just a tad more sinister.

When he flipped you onto your back, he didn’t like the blank look in your eyes.

“Uh uh, look at me,” he softly demanded, lightly tapping your cheek. “Look right at me.”
When you refocused on his face, more tears spilled over, and you were sure Rafe liked the
sight of them. He leaned down with a hand on your throat, your knees to your chest and your
feet resting against his stomach as he leaned over you, stuffing you full of his cock. The
sound of it sliding into you over and over again was loud in the vehicle.

Your eyes were on Rafe’s, and his blue gaze never left you, lips parting as he watched your
face. He slowed his hips down, thrusting into you at a languid pace, and when you clenched
around him, a slow smile danced along his lips—crooked and taunting. He studied your face
like he was fascinated by it, and you were reminded of that night at the party.

He’d looked like the cat who caught the canary. In your own house, he’d reminded you of a
wolf toying with some poor deer before putting it out of its misery when you looked back on
it. Every time your eyes had met his in public—including now—Rafe looked like nothing
would be more fun than taking you between his teeth.

As he continued to fuck you in the back of his best friend’s car, you had the realization that
around Rafe Cameron, you very much felt like prey, and the man on top of you had long
come to that same conclusion before you did.

…and he’d pounced the moment your back was turned.

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