Page 24 of Rebel

I didn’t feel the need to explain myself further. She would know exactly what I meant. I wanted her constantly looking over her shoulder. Apprehensively awaiting my next move.

I had Stray pick me up after dark for our meeting at the graveyard. We never attended these meetings solo. Too risky.

“Holy shit,” he laughed. “What the hell happened to your car?”

I glared darkly at Storm’s house as we pulled away. “Storm fucking Masters happened. She might be more than a little crazy.”

“And you’re just loving it, aren’t you?” He eyed me with a knowing smile. “This one should keep you busy for a while.”

I had a tendency to get bored quickly when it came to women. I got what I wanted and I moved on. However, I didn’t see that happening this time. Listening to Storm’s moans as I ate her pussy had only made me want more. More of her moans. More of her feisty attitude. All of it.

“I am certainly enjoying myself. Although not the destruction of my personal property. That girl is about to learn a hard lesson.” As Stray drove us to the graveyard, I checked my Instagram again to see if Storm had reacted to my comment.

Blocked. She fucking blocked me?

“Is there any other kind?” Stray glanced over at my phone in my lap. “What are you doing? Stalking her socials? Since when do you care about that shit? Do you actually have a thing for this girl? Never thought I’d see the day.”

I scowled in his direction, a silent warning. “Shut the fuck up. The only thing I have for this girl is a deep desire to make her beg.”

And cry and scream.

Stray chuckled, not at all intimidated. “Right. Whatever you say. When the time comes for me to say I told you so, I am going to savor every second. I don’t get a lot of opportunities like that.”

My friends knew about Storm. They knew that she’d moved in next door and that I was having fun playing with her. There was nothing else to know. Stray was being a dick, trying to get a rise out of me. He didn’t know shit.

Our meeting at the graveyard went off without a hitch. We sold a guy some fake IDs and a few stolen credit card numbers. We gave him the goods, he gave us the cash. Done deal. I had a great appreciation for deals that went smoothly. That didn’t always happen.

Stray insisted that I join him and the guys for a drink before going home. It was part of our usual routine. And yet, I found myself glancing at the time, itching to get home so I could climb up to my neighbor’s balcony.

I knew that if I insisted on leaving early, they would all give me a hard time. The last thing I wanted to do was give them a reason to hassle me. I played along, cracking jokes and making plans for our next business deal. All the while in the back of my mind, all I could think about was getting my hands on Storm.

When Stray finally dropped me off at home, it was well after midnight. That didn’t stop me from immediately heading to the backyard and hopping the fence. I climbed up to Storm’s balcony, testing the door instead of tapping this time. Unlocked.

Her room was bathed in shadows, lit only by a small lamp on the side table. Storm sat up in the bed, an ereader device in her hands. She didn’t seem all that surprised to see me.

“I figured you would show up eventually,” she said, setting down her device.

“Well, yeah. Did you think I would forget about what you did today?” I took a few steps toward the bed, loving the way she tensed as I approached. “No, of course you didn’t. You’ve been waiting for me. You wanted me to come.”

She scoffed. “Is that what you told yourself? Is that how you rationalize all of this insanity?”

“I don’t have to rationalize a damn thing. You made sure I would come when you vandalized my car. Everything that happens next is all on you.” Grabbing her by both wrists, I jerked her out of the blankets.

She wore only a tiny tank top and a pair of pink panties. Yeah, this girl had been expecting me. She could deny it all she liked, but she wanted me to come. If only she knew what she was in for.

“Get your hands off me, Rebel. You are a scumbag. The world needs to know it.” She did her best to pull away, but I held tight. When she tried to kick me, I pushed her down against the mattress and climbed on top of her.

Trapping both of her tiny wrists in one of my hands, I used my other hand to undo my jeans and shove them down. My already hard cock sprang free. Storm gasped, her gaze frantically darting to my hard on. She went still beneath me.

“Ready for your punishment, pet? Should I find a way to gag you first? We wouldn’t want your screams drawing attention. Scratch that. Scream your beautiful head off.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. Hell, I wanted her to scream.

Tugging her underwear aside, I pressed the head of my cock to her entrance, not at all surprised to find her wet for me. With one deep thrust, I was buried balls deep inside her. Storm sucked in a breath, her eyes wide. I paused long enough to tear off my t-shirt before stripping off her tank top. I wanted to feel her skin and see those gorgeous tits bouncing.

“Rebel.” My name was a sigh on her lips. She spread her legs wider, welcoming me.

I clutched a handful of her tit as I pumped inside her. Deep, aggressive thrusts that made her breath come faster. She felt so fucking good wrapped around me. Her pussy gripped me like a glove. A perfect fit.

The scent of her coconut body wash made me want to take a bite out of her. Unable to resist, I pressed my lips to her throat, sucking at her tender skin before biting down. She gave a little squeak of pain followed by a moan. I bit her again, loving the way her pussy tightened around me. This was better than I’d imagined.

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