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Rebel pressed tight against me as he filled me with his cock over and over. The touch of his mouth on my neck followed, a gentle kiss before the sting of his teeth. I gasped, holding onto him.

He pulled back to meet my eyes in the darkness. “Of course you did. You’re the one that brought us to where we are now. Not once have you denied me. Every move you made was because you wanted to see what I would do next. Are you satisfied yet, pet? Have you managed to figure me out?”

The bark of the tree was rough through my shirt. Scrapes along my back were another of many sensations to overwhelm me. He pushed me closer to climax with every thrust. I’d never wanted to reach that peak as badly as I did with Rebel. Like every cell in my body needed to come undone all over him.

I vigorously shook my head. “I don’t think it’s possible to figure you out. I don’t think I can put myself at risk by trying.”

Rebel’s response was to fuck me harder. Moving almost painfully between my legs. Every bruising motion sent me spiraling. When I came, it was with his name on my lips, just as he’d wanted. As the pleasure wrecked me, it felt like a loss. Like another point for him in this game.

Bracing myself by clutching him so hard my fingers ached, I took his rapid pounding. My body opening up to him. Welcoming him despite the violence in every thrust. I whimpered as he came inside me. It was everything I wanted, and everything I hated, all at once.

There was a long, strange moment that followed. That odd transition from mindless passion back to reality. Rebel released me and stepped back. He shoved his cock back into his pants while I lowered my skirt. There was no pretending I didn’t feel his cum sliding down the inside of my leg.

Something seemed to have shifted in Rebel. There was an aura about him that I couldn’t read.

Finally, he asked, “Do you think that I’m only out to hurt you?”

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly. “I don’t really know what to think anymore. You mess with my head. Everything about you is a mindfuck. I don’t think I can take much more.”

Rebel nodded. A long moment of strained silence stretched between us before he said, “We should probably get back to the party. I wouldn’t want your brother to come looking for us.”

Taking my hand, he led me through the forest. We took our time, picking our way through the fallen trees and roots. Neither of us said a word. Somehow that left me feeling more unsettled than if we’d been shit talking to one another like usual.

As we drew closer, the sound of the party grew louder. Soon it came into view. Nobody seemed to have noticed we were missing. They were all too involved in their own activity.

Rebel released my hand as we broke from the forest and into the graveyard. He paused, a perplexed frown adorning his face. He opened his mouth to say something, shook his head instead, and walked away.

I stared after him, feeling my insides being hollowed out. Multiple times I’d told him I was done with this, that I didn’t want to play his game anymore. So why did I suddenly so desperately want him to come back?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

STORM

Choking on the lump of emotion that formed in my throat, I went in search of Athena. I found her with the other girls inside the church. They were gathered on a beaten up pew, drinking and giggling. Forcing a smile onto my face, I beckoned her over with a finger, not ready to join the group.

“What’s up?” Athena asked, searching my face. “I thought I saw you take off into the woods. Were you with Rebel?”

“I was,” I confirmed. “I think I’m going to head home. I’m not really having a good time.”

Athena’s smile faded. “What happened? Are you okay? I’ll come with you. You can tell me everything.”

I tried to tell her that she didn’t have to come. That I was fine to order an Uber and go by myself. She wouldn’t hear of it. After telling the other girls we were leaving, the two of us waited down the road for our ride.

It was hard not to keep glancing back toward the graveyard. Maybe I was hoping that Rebel would come after me. That was probably wishful thinking. I kept thinking about the look on his face when we emerged from the forest. His expression had almost been one of hurt or confusion.

This was all because of him. He’d done this to us both. Clearly, he had some hangup that prevented him from showing real emotion. Not my problem.

That’s what I told myself during the ride home. Athena and I talked quietly in the back seat of the car. I gave her a brief rundown of what happened and how weird Rebel got after.

“That guy has always been a player, Storm. He’s never been associated with anyone in a serious way as long as I’ve known of him. He’s kind of a one and done type. He seems really hung up on you though. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to express himself.”

Her efforts to make me feel better almost made me feel worse. I didn’t want to be the guinea pig relationship for Rebel. The one he used as a test. I hadn’t gone looking for love. That’s not what I wanted from him. Although some damn respect would be nice.

“Maybe, but that’s not my problem. I can’t keep doing this with him. Going around in circles. One minute he’s hot, the next he’s cold. It’s mental torture.” I stared out the window, watching the passing traffic on the other side of the road as we drove through town.

Athena slung an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in for a sideways hug. “Most guys are dicks, sweetie. That’s the horrible truth of it. Sometimes it’s better to play the way they do. Get what you want and get out. It’s safer that way.”

She wasn’t wrong. That was the worst part.

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