I find my voice, and I let out a bloody murder scream at the top of my lungs. Milo is faster. By the time I am screaming, we have already reached the top of the staircases.
"You think you can waltz in here after four years, and give me the fucking cold shoulder," Milo growls as he walks with me in his arms. "You didn't think I'd know you moved back months ago and have been avoiding me. What the fuck, Raven!"
I freeze, momentarily forgetting to struggle against his arms around my waist. Of course, he knew I moved back. He played along to fuck with me. To humor me, so I'd think I am in control, till he can catch me off guard and get what he wants.
As Milo walks up the stairs, some of my shock subsides. I scream back at him, "What the fuck are you doing? I swear to God, you so much as touch me and I will go to the police. I will tell our families. I will tell everybody. I am not letting you get away with this shit anymore."
"Do it."
"What?"
Pure shock overcomes me. He wants me to go to the police and embarrass our families.
"Do. It." Milo enunciates each word through clenched teeth. "Do all of those things. When will you understand? I don't fucking care."
Before I can respond, he is already opening the door to his room and walks us inside, as I am still struggling and trying to hit him. Then I hear the familiar snick of lock sound, indicating that the doors have been sealed, and so has my fate.
I can feel a new wave of panic overcome me, as my whole body betrays me. I am shaking, but I refuse to go down. I reach for my back pocket, but the pepper spray is not there. I am mortified to realize that it dropped out, probably while he was manhandling me.
Fuck! Fuck!
I have to think on my feet. I try a last-ditch effort, appealing to his rational side.
"Milo, listen to me. You have to stop. Reid is just about to come home. He is going to hear me scream. He might be your brother. But he is my best friend. You know he will kill you if he finds you forcing yourself on me. He will never forgive you. Your relationship will be…"
I don't quite finish my sentence as I am tossed on the familiar bed. Milo immediately covers my body with his, keeping me in place with his large upper body.
I am mortified. I try to hit him with my hands, legs, elbows. Anything that will make contact. I scream as I push his chest back and try to kick him in the groin. I could have saved my breath.
If possible, Milo had gotten stronger and bigger in the last few years. I can't move him. His legs keep mine in place. He grabs both my wrists and pins them on the mattress.
"Enough Rave," he spits out.
I start screaming again. "Fuck off. You have no right to do this to me..."
"No right? I am the only one with the right." He whispers in my ear. "You are mine. Or did you forget?"
"I am not yours. I will never be yours. Forcing me does not make me yours."
"You are still lying to yourself. Just like you lied about Reid coming home. You don't think I know when he is coming home. If you stop lying to yourself and to me, we wouldn't be here."
"Fuck you!"
He crushes his lips onto mine. He nips at my bottom lip till I part my lips, and slips his tongue inside my mouth. His tongue starts to explore my mouth aggressively, leaving me no space to reject it.
This can't be happening. I am trying to catch my breath, but his mouth is not letting me. As I focus on getting oxygen, I can't think of a plan of action to get out of this situation.
One of his hands goes between us, pulling the black dress I am wearing, up to my waist. He pushes my thong down forcefully.
I try appealing to his humanity if he even has any left.
"Milo, listen to me. I have known you all my life. You are a good man. You know this is wrong. Please don't do this," I whisper. There has to be something left inside of him. Some sort of semblance of the man I used to know.
He puts his forehead to mine and groans, "Rave, I thought about you every single day, every hour, every fucking second. I can’t stop now. Not when you are here, finally in front of me."
"Please just stop, and I will forget this ever happened."
Milo glares at me. "You will never forget this happened. And you will never forget me. I won't let you."
He starts to trail kisses on my neck and moves up to my jaw. His voice drops. "Fuck! I missed you. I missed you so fucking much. You don't know how…" His voice starts to shake.
His lips collide into mine again. Shaking with anger, I try to bite him. I try to reach for anything in the vicinity of my teeth. His nose, his lip, his ears. His head falls back, and he curses out as I make contact.
"Stop it unless you want to get punished!"
"Get off me right now, or I will do it again."
"Then, I guess you want to be punished."
"Get off me!" I yell as loud as I can.
Milo doesn't even bother responding to me and pretends like I am not there, while I am literally under him.
I try using my limbs again to attack him. He has to know that I won't go down without a fight. I will not just lie here and take it. Milo collects both my wrists and grabs them with one of his large hands. He pins them both on my belly and drops down towards my lower body.
Before I can comprehend what he is doing, his tongue is on my clit. He knows where my sensitive spot is, and he immediately finds it. One of his hands has both my wrists pinned on my belly, pushing down with force and keeping me locked in place. The other hand travels south as he slips two fingers inside me.
Completely boxed in, I will my body not to respond to his tongue, as it invades my slit. I already know it's useless. He knows every single spot on my sex and can make me come with blindfolds on.
It's no different this time. Within minutes, I arch my back and clench, knowing what's about to happen. He knows it too. He has released my wrists. They no longer need to be held down, as I am now chasing this high on my own.
I hear the opening of his zipper in the background, as my eyes flutter shut. I already know from experience that he has pulled down his pants.
Unable to hold back any longer, I let out a scream. "Oh God," my mouth is open as the orgasm takes over. He immediately swaps out the tongue on my clit with his fingers and then swaps his fingers with the head of his cock. The switch between the three happens so fast that I don't feel any sensation leaving that spot.
He prolongs my orgasm for an unbearable moment, as he keeps rubbing the head of his cock to that same spot. I stay arched and fist my hands. My voice is stifled. I can't even scream. As my orgasm leaves me. I immediately feel his dick stretching me out.