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He thrust a second finger inside me, pumping into my pussy. My legs weakened, forcing me to grip the door handle to stay upright. I sucked in as much air as possible with his hand around my throat.

“I won’t keep doing this,” I insisted. “I deserve better. If you’re such a badass, you should be able to protect me from River and anyone else. If you can’t do that, then we are done here.”

A shadow stole over Rebel’s face. He made a low sound like a snarl before spinning me around and pushing me against the glass. Pressing against me from behind, he rubbed his hard cock against my ass while he continued to finger fuck my pussy.

“We are done when I say we’re done, Storm. And I don’t see that happening.” His fingers worked my pussy until only his weight against me held me up. “I won’t let River Harris touch you. I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine. That’s a fucking promise.”

I covered my mouth with a hand to stifle my soft moans. When I was able to speak, I whispered, “I hate you.”

Rebel swirled his thumb over my clit. I could almost feel his satisfied smile when my body jerked. “No, you don’t, but you sure are trying damn hard. I can respect that. I love how quick you are to tell me off. It only makes me want you more.”

My body responded to his touch despite how hard I tried to shut it down. He was wrong. I did hate him. I hated how easily he did this to me. How simple it was for him to get inside my head and stay there.

His soft murmurs next to my ear coaxed me to come apart all over his fingers. Like I had no control, I did exactly as he commanded. My hips writhed as I came, his name a desperate plea on my lips.

Rebel turned me back around, forcing me to watch as he licked my desire from his fingertips. He reached for the door handle, and I moved to block him.

My voice was breathy and weak when I said, “Not tonight, Rebel. I can’t keep letting you in. You have no idea what it’s doing to me.”

Tilting his head to one side, he regarded me curiously. I braced myself in case he tried to force his way into my room. I knew that if he insisted on taking me to bed, I would let him. There was nothing I wanted more right then than to have him inside me. Yet I knew that I had to be strong enough to make the right decision.

To my surprise, he relented. With a nod, he stepped back, giving me space to breathe. Immediately I missed the way he felt pressed against me.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way this time. It won’t be long until you realize that I’m right, Storm. Soon you will be begging me to stay. I’ll let you figure it out for yourself.” Rebel pressed the most tender of kisses to my lips before climbing over the balcony railing and dropping down to the ground below.

I watched him go, a shadow moving across the yard toward the fence. Only when he disappeared into his own yard did I go back inside the house. I sat heavily on my bed, my head in my hands.

Shoving my face into a pillow, I shouted my frustration. That’s when his smell hit me like a punch in the face. Goddammit. I forgot to wash the sheets. It was too late for that now.

Not that it mattered. I smelled Rebel all over me. His touch lingered in my memory to torture me. I didn’t know how I would escape him, I only knew that I had to try.

CHAPTER TWENTY

STORM

“What do you think of this dress? Is it too slutty or not slutty enough?” Athena twirled around in front of me, making the skirt of her dress fly up to reveal her black underwear.

The dress was super cute with a ruffled skirt and a tight corset-like bodice. Although it was a little on the short side, it made her legs look amazing, showing off the tabby cat tattoo on her calf.

“I love it,” gushed Luna. “You know I’m a fan of anything pink.”

“It suits you better than the blue one,” Ripley added. “You should wear it with those new knee-high boots you bought.”

Codie was too busy staring at her phone to do more than nod and give a thumbs up. The five of us were hanging out at their apartment, getting ready for the party tonight. Even though I had tried to argue my way out of it, the girls insisted I needed to attend a graveyard party.

That meant being forced to see Rebel. I’d managed to avoid him for the rest of the week. He’d stayed away, not coming to my window once. On one hand, I appreciated that he was giving me space. Although part of me wished that he wouldn’t. I didn’t know what the hell I wanted anymore. Seeing him tonight was not going to help that confusion.

Athena glanced down at her dress, nodding approvingly. “Okay good. This is the one then. I’m hoping to turn a few heads. I haven’t had any action for a while.”

“Oh please,” Codie piped up. “I doubt there will be anybody action worthy at this party. It’s a bunch of criminals and frat boys getting loaded and throwing punches.”

“Exactly. That’s what I’m looking for.” Athena wiggled her brows and chuckled.

Ripley stood in front of the mirror in Athena’s bedroom, using a curling wand on her blonde hair. “Not me. I just want to have a few drinks and forget about my life for a while.”

“I’m with you there. The last thing I want to deal with tonight is guys.” Stepping up behind Ripley to peer into the mirror, I double checked my makeup. Good enough.

Even though I told myself I didn’t want to draw attention tonight, I’d worn a short black skirt and a top that made my cleavage look amazing. Who was I kidding? I knew that Rebel would be there, and I wanted to look hot as hell. I really should have worn the frumpiest outfit I could dig up.

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