This was it, the moment where you dropped the pretence of being friends with Rafe, and accepted that the two of you loathed each other. The sham of a friendship was over, and not a moment too soon. He’d pushed you too far this time, ruining your night and embarrassing you. The man was cruel and seemed to get off on being mean to you.

Walking through your apartment after saying goodbye to the last stragglers at your party, you breathed out a sigh of relief that the night was over. You just wanted to go up to your bed and yank the covers over your head, blocking out the world. You were reaching for the light switch when he stepped out of the shadows, and your blood boiled.

“The party’s over, get out” you snap, glaring at him with the kind of anger that would’ve made a lesser man slink away.

Rafe steps closer to you, crowding you, until your back is pressed against the wall. He cages you in with his body, using every inch to intimidate you. He can see the quick rise and fall of your chest, the way your breath quickens as his hand presses against a spot by your head.

“Shut up” he’s looming above you, but you don’t cower. Your eyes flash with fury. He hates it. He hates that despite the fact you’re afraid, you still refuse to back down.

“I hate you” you growl, your gaze locked on his, your words coming out almost breathlessly as you fight to gain some control back of your body’s reaction to him.

One of his hands moved to your chin, roughly tilting your head back as he stared down at you. He could feel the way that you were still as stubborn as ever, how you were looking for a fight.

“You hate me?” He scoffs, his jaw tightening as he tries to stay in control. But it’s getting harder, because every time you open your mouth, it pisses him off more. “I hate you. I hate how goddamn mouthy you are. I should make you shut that mouth of yours”

He leans in close, his mouth curling into a sneer, as you both glare at each other. His grip on your chin tightens, to the point of being almost painful. And it’s like something in him just snaps in that moment. He presses you harder against the wall, his knee moving between your thighs. His lips crash down against yours in a bruising, demanding kiss. He can’t understand it, but he’s damn well going to take what he wants.