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I slipped into a sleepy haze, almost forgetting about the maniac in my bed. There was a dull ache in my ass where he’d cut me. I would have to put something on that in the morning. I could only imagine how difficult it would be to sit in class.

Slumber gradually pulled me deep under, away from the real world for a while. Although it didn’t last nearly long enough. As I resurfaced, climbing my way up through the layers of sleep, I became aware of the throb in my clit. The tingles spreading through me. The hard cock pushing inside me.

Rebel’s hand gripped my hip as he guided himself inside me from behind. Filling my pussy with his morning wood. I let out a little whimper, wondering if I was still dreaming.

“I fucking love the way you take my cock,” Rebel said in a hushed tone. “It’s like my own personal paradise. You’re fucking amazing, pet.”

My eyes popped open. Sleep quickly fled as I came awake with a start. My body jerked slightly with every thrust of his cock inside me. Pleasure built steadily, my clit sensitive and begging for some love. As if he sensed it, Rebel teased it with a finger, coaxing a moan from me.

“That’s right, Storm. You want to come for me, don’t you? Fuck, I could start every day with you like this.” Rebel’s moans only heightened every sensation racking my body. Hearing how much he enjoyed me made it that much more satisfying.

I gripped his arm, my fingertips digging into his flesh. My hips jerked as I rocked back against his cock, needing him as deep as possible. He expertly manipulated my clit, bringing me over the edge with ease.

Using my pillow to muffle my moans, I came with an intensity that left me shaking. Although I wished that I hated it, this was a pretty nice way to start the day. A moment later, Rebel came, filling me with his cum again. Birth control was a wonderful invention that I found myself extremely grateful for.

Seconds later, the alarm on my phone went off. I scrambled to silence it as it broke through the calm.

“I guess that means we need to get up and act like dutiful students,” Rebel said with a yawn, stretching out beside me. “Mine is going to go off in about five minutes anyway. I should probably get home and hit the shower. I’m sure you want to do the same.”

He rolled out of my bed, the morning light streaming through the window, bathing his tattooed body in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but admire him like a work of psychotic art.

“Yeah, I have a big day ahead.” Holding the blankets up to cover my nakedness, I sat up in bed, swinging my legs over the side.

I didn’t know what to expect from Rebel in the light of day after everything we’d done. I sure didn’t expect him to pat me on the head like a dog before tugging on his jeans.

“Thanks for a good night, pet. Try not to miss me too much.” With a jerky smirk on his face, Rebel let himself out on the balcony and quickly disappeared over the side.

I sat there stunned for a minute. A surge of anger gripped me, and I threw the blankets off, stomping into the bathroom. I stood beneath the hot shower spray, doing my best to scrub every remnant of Rebel away. Easier said than done. A good look at the carving on my ass only reignited my rage.

He’d marked me in so many ways. The bruises on my neck would fade, but the scar on my ass would remain. While getting ready, I shook with fury that continued to grow with every passing moment.

When makeup failed to completely cover the bruises on my neck from his voracious bites, I did my best to arrange my hair to hide it. They were purple and painful. One of many reminders that Rebel Kane believed he could have anything he wanted. Even me.

Meeting my own gaze in the mirror proved difficult. I had let him have me. I should have fought or screamed. In the moment, I had wanted him to claim me.

Anger and confusion plagued me as I readied myself for the day ahead. Unable to face my family, I hurried down the stairs and out the front door. I would grab something to eat on the way to campus.

There was no sign of Rebel outside other than his vandalized car that he’d parked so I would see what I had done. It wasn’t nearly enough. Not even close.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

STORM

Even though I told Athena everything, I wasn’t sure that I felt ready to tell her about Rebel coming to my room last night. I felt both horrified and ashamed. The bastard had used me, and I had let him.

I knew that Athena wouldn’t make me feel any worse about it than I already did, but that didn’t make it any easier to vocalize. This wasn’t the kind of thing one sends via text message. Still, it ate away at my insides. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold it in much longer.

I messaged her during class, asking her to meet me alone outside when we both had some spare time. As nice as the other girls were, I didn’t know them well enough yet to let them in on this. Every passing minute seemed to drag. I tapped my fingers on my desk, my leg bouncing from the anxious energy building to an explosive level. By the time class let out, I was ready to blow.

I shot out of my seat, gathered my things in record time, and sprinted from the classroom. Every corner I turned, I kept expecting to run into Rebel. The constant peering over my shoulder was starting to hurt my neck. I didn’t want to see him. I had absolutely nothing to say to him.

Exiting the building helped me feel less trapped. I made my way to the outdoor seating area where several other students occupied tables. Since I didn’t see Athena yet, I grabbed a free table and willed her to show up before anybody else could come along.

“What’s the big emergency?” Athena surprised me by approaching from behind. She sat down across from me, her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”

I vigorously shook my head. “Not even close. Something happened last night, and I really need to talk about it, even though I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Athena tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear, her eyes filled with concern. “What happened? You know you can tell me anything.”

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