Page 39 of Rebel

He chuckled, catching my hand before I hit him again. “We’ve been over this. You’re mine now, Storm. I want you, and you want me too. I don’t know why you’re fighting it so hard. You already know how fucking amazing we are together.”

“All I know is that you’re an arrogant asshole who won’t take no for an answer. Let go of me.” I struggled against him, mostly because I felt like I had to, not because I wanted to. A battle went on inside me that I felt myself losing by the second.

Holding me so I couldn’t escape him, Rebel crushed his lips to mine in a breathtaking kiss. Our tongues entangled as he sought to own me. Needing to show some resistance, I pushed against his chest. When that proved useless, I bit him.

Rebel jerked back. He touched his bottom lip and swore. “Goddamn, girl. What the hell did you do that for?”

“Because you need to start taking me seriously. I won’t be owned by you, Rebel.” I struggled to get away, even though I had nowhere to go. Maybe I could follow the sound of the party and find my way back.

“Sorry to disappoint you, babe, but you already are. The sooner you accept that the better. You pretend that you hate it, but we both know that you love it.” Fisting a handful of my hair, Rebel guided me down to my knees on the hard ground. “Why don’t you show me how much you love it? Show me how much you love my cock.”

He unzipped his jeans with one hand, keeping hold of my head with the other. Even in the scant moonlight, I could see how hard he was. I peered up at him, wondering how well he could see my face. Did he see the hatred in my eyes? Did he know how much I wanted to hurt him?

When he guided the head of his cock to my lips, I found myself parting them to take him into my mouth. My tongue glided around the sensitive head, licking at the precum that had gathered. Even though he stood over me, holding my hair, I had the power here. I loved his soft groan and the way his fingers tightened in my locks. I loved knowing I made him mine as much as he claimed I was his.

I felt the weight of his stare as he watched me. Something about his gaze upon me kept me looking up at him. The darkness surrounding us brought a sense of mystery and wonder. I couldn’t see his expression as well as I’d have liked. It made the sensation of touch that much stronger.

Sucking him deep into my mouth, I took him as far down my throat as possible. Then I pulled back to tease the head before taking him deep again. Rebel moaned and rocked his hips forward, seeking more. Tightly gripping the base of his cock, I did my best to hold him back, trying to retain control.

“Have I told you how fucking amazing you are?” he asked, his voice husky with want. “I can’t even get it up for anyone else anymore. All I want is you.”

Not quite the most romantic of declarations, and yet, I loved it. I didn’t want Rebel to want anyone else. Maybe he was being dramatic, yet the thought of his cock not even rising for anyone else gave me a sense of pride and ownership.

It shouldn’t have. I didn’t want to feel this way. Didn’t want to admit it to myself.

As I kept licking and sucking him, he began to thrust into my mouth. So quickly Rebel stripped control away from me and took over the situation. Holding my head with both hands, he pumped into my mouth with enough force to almost knock me backwards on my ass. Doing my best to breathe through my nose, I tried not to choke on his cock.

Knowing he was about to come, I readied myself for it. He shot a hot stream down my throat that was quickly followed by another. I managed to swallow without issue.

“Good girl,” he said softly. Pulling me to my feet, he kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. “I love the outfit choice, by the way. It’s almost like you knew I would be fucking you in the woods. I hope you’re not wearing underwear.”

He reached beneath my skirt to find that I was indeed wearing underwear. He also quickly discovered that they were soaked with desire. I made no move to resist as he tugged them down my legs. Stepping out of the fabric, I watched as he stuffed it into his back pocket.

“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Would you really want me running around that party without any underwear?”

“Good point. Although I kind of love the idea of you walking around with your pussy bare, ready for me to take it at any moment.” Slipping a hand beneath my skirt, Rebel dipped a finger into the wetness pooled between my thighs.

Overcome with an undeniable longing for him, I bit down on my bottom lip. I didn’t know whether to tell him off or beg him to fuck me. Maybe I would have to do both.

Rebel backed me up against a thick tree. Two fingers slid inside me, stroking me on the inside until my legs trembled. “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside you, Storm. Tell me how bad you need it.”

I did need it, but I didn’t want to tell him that. Still, I heard myself say, “I need you to fuck me, Rebel. I need you to make me come. Now. Please.”

Despite coming mere minutes ago, Rebel’s cock was hard again and more than ready. Hooking my leg with his arm, he held me wide open as he stepped between my thighs. The head of his cock was smooth but firm at my entrance as he thrust inside me.

I cried out from the force as he entered me. There was a possessiveness to his actions that made me want to succumb to him. To be his in every way. Gone was the part of me that wanted to fight. All I wanted in that moment was to lose myself fully in Rebel.

He caught my jaw in his strong hand, holding my face as he kissed me. His mouth moved on mine, making silent demands of me. I kissed him back with a ravenous need. Like nothing I’d ever known and knew that I would never know again with any other man. One day this would be a memory I would look back on long after I had moved on and left Rebel far behind.

Because I had to, didn’t I? There was no future here. No happily ever after. Men like Rebel didn’t do happily ever after. They were into games and manipulation. Doing whatever it took to get what they wanted in the moment. Eventually, he would tire of having everything he wanted. He would tire of me.

Every thrust of his cock inside me grew more forceful than the last. Soon he was roughly fucking me, hard enough to make me cry out with each stroke. Thankfully, we were far enough away from the party that nobody would hear us. That made it easier to let go, to let myself fall into him in every way and just be free. I needed to enjoy it while I could.

“You make me so crazy,” he murmured in my ear. “Like I don’t even know who I am when I’m around you. What the hell are you doing to me, Storm?”

A swell of emotion fogged my head. This man was going to hurt me.

“Me? I’m not the one who initiated this game. I never wanted to play.” My words were breathless. My body had wanted Rebel right from the start. My heart knew better. At least, I thought it did.

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