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Rebel teased my clit until I squirmed on the bed beneath him. This was too much. Each stroke of his tongue drove me higher and harder toward a hell of an orgasm. I couldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction. My hips jerked, moans falling from my lips as the pleasure grew.

“You’re going to come for me, pet,” Rebel murmured against me. “Now you’re all mine.”

A protest screamed in my head. It meant nothing. Not with him devouring me the way he was. I needed the release. There was no denying it.

I came with a strangled cry. A desperate attempt to hold it back blew up in my face. Rebel’s laughter vibrated against me. I really hoped my mom and Larry didn’t hear any of that. They should be asleep at this time of night.

Rebel shocked me further by rolling me over and spanking my bare ass. The sound was loud and startling. Both ass cheeks stung, making me suck in a sharp breath.

“What the fuck, Rebel?” I protested, trying to squirm away.

“Not so fast.” Holding me in place, he pried my ass cheeks apart. The hot, wet touch of his tongue followed.

An explosion went off inside me as Rebel tongued my ass. Although I was no virgin, nobody had done this before. I was shocked to discover how much I liked it. A small squeak slipped from me as he shoved two fingers into my pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping. Look how much your pussy loves me. I bet you fucking hate that.” His tone was low and even, a note of true evil lurking in every word.

With his fingers pumping inside me and his tongue prodding my tight asshole, I didn’t bother trying to respond. I clutched my blanket with both hands, holding on for dear life. This was too much. How would I ever look Rebel in the eye again?

He quickly withdrew his fingers, leaving me hungering for more. Not that I’d ever let him know that. Maybe he would leave now.

I started to sit up but was immediately shoved back down onto the bed. Rebel flipped me onto my back, straddling my chest. His weight atop me trapped me in place. I had no choice but to watch as he unzipped his jeans and withdrew his cock.

“Remember what I said about seeing your lips wrapped around my cock?” he taunted, rubbing the head against my bottom lip. “Open up, pet. Let’s see if you can take all of me.”

“What’s to stop me from biting your dick right off and spitting it in your smug face?” I asked, deadly serious.

He pulled his phone from a pocket, opening the camera. “Go right ahead. I’ll have a nice picture of my cock and your face to show the world. I didn’t hurt you. Not that I didn’t want to. Play nice, Storm.”

Rebel’s hard on was long and thick, stretching my jaw wide as he thrust between my lips. I glared up at him as he fucked my mouth. That only seemed to encourage him. He stroked a hand over my hair before fisting a handful. Using my hair, he held my head in place as he pushed in and out of my mouth.

The salty taste of precum hit my tongue. Rebel held my gaze, making steady eye contact. This man had to be a true psychopath. I wasn’t sure what that made me. Seeing the pleasure in his eyes, the darkness in the way he wanted me, I enjoyed all of it.

I began to actively participate. Instead of merely taking it, I licked and sucked his cock, eager to see what he liked.

Rebel groaned. “I knew your mouth would be heaven. I am definitely going to keep you. That means nobody touches you but me. Not that dumb fuck, River Harris. Nobody.”

His possessiveness rang alarm bells in the back of my mind. We didn’t know each other that well. Yet. How could he have formed such an attachment? Was that punch in his face really enough to kick off this twisted relationship?

No, not a relationship. This wasn’t even a situationship. This was nothing but an exchange of orgasms.

When Rebel’s moans came faster, I knew he was close. His cock stiffened in my mouth as his body prepared for release.

“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.

I did what he instructed without question. He sprayed cum onto my tongue. The next shot was hot across my cheek and nose. Did he do that on purpose?

I had my answer when he raised his phone again to snap a photo. “That’s fucking beautiful. You and I are going to have a lot of fun, Storm.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snapped, shoving at him as he climbed off me. “Delete that right now.”

“Not a chance.” Standing next to the bed, Rebel shoved his cock back into his pants. As I started to sit up, he grabbed my throat and kissed me hard. “See you soon, pet.”

With his cum splashed on my face and my pussy aching for more of him, I watched Rebel stroll out onto the balcony and disappear over the side. As the shock faded, I shoved off my bed and hurried into my bathroom where I stood under the spray of a hot shower.

I needed to wash away every trace of Rebel Kane. No matter how hard I scrubbed, his touch remained.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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