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Silence stretched between the two. Raelyn was unsure of what to say. He wasn’t here to congratulate her for getting the best of him, that was for sure. Her tongue flicked across her lips and she cleared her throat.
“Do you need something?”
He gave her a humorless laugh and his hands came crashing down on either side of her head, making her jump and reflexively back up into the lockers. He leaned closer to her, getting in her face.
“I don’t need anything.” His eyes narrowing further. “But you do.”
“Wha-what?” She was stunned, not actually asking him what she needed.
“You need to be taught a lesson.”
Her jaw dropped, she couldn’t have heard him properly.
“I think you have the wrong per-”
His right hand jerked away from the metal locker door and gripped her jaw firmly. His finger digging painfully into her cheeks.
“No, I don’t.”
She swallowed hard. Was he going to kick her ass? There was no way she could fight back. He was more than a foot taller than her and his body was thick with muscle. Not that she was very strong. Her arms were soft from years of not participating in gym class or sports.
“You can’t be serious.. It-.. It was just a game!”
“A game that I had a perfect score in.” His voice low and threatening.
“Don’t be a sore loser.” The words leaving her mouth before her brain could double check itself.
Suddenly, his hand flattened against her mouth and the back of her head collided with the locker behind her. His body came closer, pressing against her and lifting her off the ground. She struggled, legs kicking and arms pushing.
“I don’t lose, babe.” He whispered into her ear, a hand slipping down to her hip. “And I don’t accept back talk.”
The fingers of his left hand curled around the waist band of her jeans and easily yanked them down. Her heart started pounding as she realized what he intended to do. She screamed into his hand as he ripped her panties off. She scratched at his hand covering her mouth, tears spilling from her eyes. With the same hand that removed her pants, he shoved his pants and boxers down enough to free his manhood.
“Maybe next time you’ll enjoy this but I plan to be rough this time.” He growled into her ear, pulling her waist to his and forcing her legs around him.
She felt his member against her core and panic consumed her. She reached out for his face and managed to make contact before having both wrists scooped up and pinned above her head.
“Wrong move, babe.”
He thrusted into her, completely filling her with his girth. Another scream that no one would hear ripped through her. Brax groaned loudly, his body freezing for a split second to adjust then pulling out to thrust back in.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His teeth clenched and his pace increasing.
He made sure to keep her pinned, mouth covered and hands secured. Her tiny body smushed between him and the cold lockers. She wasn’t sure how long his assault lasted, only that it was far longer than she wanted it to be. It was painful, her insides on fire. His speed and strength growing stronger and when she felt she was about to crumble, he removed himself and came on to the floor under her.
“Be a good girl and clean that up.”
He released her from his hold, her legs wobbly and weak. He turned from her and left, leaving her to collapse to the floor in a sobbing mess. A few minutes passed and she realized where she was. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this. She used all her strength to pick herself off the floor and grabbed her jeans. Her underwear useless, she used it to wipe up the evidence and tossed the disgusting fabric in the near by trash.
Pants on, backpack in hand and filled with shame, she left the locker room. Her face stained with dried tears and her lower region aching. She ran home, not remembering most of her trip and went directly to her bedroom. She was thankful her mother wasn’t home, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to face anyone right now.
It wasn’t until she was in bed, wrapped in her blanket, that she remember his words.
Maybe next time you’ll enjoy this.