Do I Wanna Know?
Rafe Cameron x reader
a/n: back from the grave for my man 😝
Your back ached from how long you had been crouched on the floor. Sweat dripped down your temple, coating your entire body. You weren’t sure how long you had been stuck here. Tears had long since dried upon your skin, and your wrists burned from the rope that none other than Rafe Cameron had tied there.
You weren’t entirely sure how you had gotten the attention of The Outer Banks’s resident psychopath, and some twisted part of you didn’t mind it. There was no denying that Rafe was hot, and knowing that his eyes were always on you made you preen with a secret satisfaction.
A part of you had a feeling that something like this was coming, and you couldn’t help yourself from eagerly anticipating it. Rafe hadn’t spoken to you in days, and you were tired of it. The tourist that you had grinded on at the dance the night before had meant nothing, but Rafe didn’t need to know that. You knew that he was watching you, silently seething at the sight of another man’s hands on you. You had gone outside for a breath of fresh air, and the next thing you knew there was a white cloth covering your mouth and strong hands supporting your back. Now you were here.
You had to admit, you had underestimated Rafe and the lengths he would go to keep the things he deemed his. A creak of a door had your head whipping to the side, and you weren’t sure who you hoped was on the other side of the door.
Rafe’s muscled body leaned against the now open doorframe, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Your breath hitched when you noticed the splattering of blood against his jaw. Your heart pounded as you trailed your eyes down, to his bloody and bruised knuckles and the very obvious tent in his pants.
You wondered if something was wrong with you, at the fact that all your fear had faded away and had left only a deep seated hunger. A hunger for him.
Rafe angled his fingers toward you, beckoning you to him. You were more than happy to oblige, but the ropes binding your hands prevented you from doing so. Rafe smirked at you, his lips curving in delight at your helplessness. He flicked his wrist, and a knife appeared in his hand. Your whole body trembled, an intoxicating mixture of fear and delight.
Rafe sauntered towards you, closer and closer until he was so close you could almost touch him. He bent down to your level and lazily trailed his fingers down your jaw.
“Rafe,’’ you breathed, all of your senses overwhelmed by all things Rafe Cameron.
“Shhhh,’’ his voice was low and raspy, and the look in his eyes promised to be your undoing…
