Page 26 of Rebel

His immediate response was to burst into maniacal laughter. I pulled my hand back, ready to take another swing at him. This time he caught it.

Rebel wrestled me down on the bed, pinning me with his hard body. “Settle down there, pet. Just marking my territory. Claiming ownership, if you will.”

“You’re seriously sick in the head,” I spat. “You do not own me, Rebel. You will never be any more to me than a sick, twisted freak that I had the misfortune of knowing.”

“Wrong. I’m the sick, twisted freak whose cock you just came all over. Don’t try to act all high and mighty now. I might be a freak, but you fucking love it. What does that say about you?” He easily held me in place while I struggled beneath him.

That didn’t stop me from trying to claw his eyes out. I managed to get a hand up and rake my nails across his face. Shame settled within me. I hadn’t asked for any of this, and yet, once his cock was inside me, I had desperately wanted every stroke.

Ignoring his accusation, I spoke between clenched teeth. “Get out of my room, Rebel. If you don’t, I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, please do,” he laughed. “I can’t wait to see the look on your family’s faces when they burst in here and find you naked beneath me, your pussy dripping with my cum. Is that really what you want?”

He had me there, and he knew it. I would never want anyone to see us like this. I just wanted him to go. Looking at his face only made me feel worse about myself. How could I have let him do this to me? Why did I love it so damn much?

“Just leave,” I said, tearing my gaze away from him. Unable to keep looking into those devilish blue eyes, I stared at the ceiling.

“Are you going to stop trying to dig my eyes out now?” When I didn’t answer, Rebel released me. He rolled off me, but instead of getting dressed and leaving, he flopped down on the bed and stretched out.

I stared at him with blatant disgust. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting comfortable. What does it look like?” Rebel folded his hands beneath his head. “You have a pretty nice bed. I could get used to this.”

“Don’t. You will definitely not be getting used to this.” Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I grabbed at the blanket, drawing it over me as much as possible with him laying on top of it.

He surprised me by getting under the blanket with me. Then he took it a step further and pulled me against him, spooning me from behind. My entire body went stiff. This may have been the most twisted and unexpected move he’d made so far.

“Why did you block me?” he asked, his voice a low murmur near my ear.

“Because you’re a nut job who’s been stalking my socials. What kind of a question is that? Also, what exactly do you think you’re doing? I don’t want to cuddle with you.” To emphasize my claim, I made as if to get away.

He held me tighter, pressing so close, nothing would have fit between us. “Too bad. This feels nice. Give it a chance. And I don’t need to stalk you online. I live next door. You’re never getting away from me, Storm.”

A cold chill slithered down my spine, despite the heat of his body against me. “Why? You don’t even seem to really like me. You’re a complete asshole more often than not. I know this is nothing but a game to you, so where does it end?”

There was a moment of silence before Rebel answered. That moment seemed to drag on, feeding my uncertainty and fear. For all I knew, he planned to take what he wanted from me before choking the life out of me and leaving me in a ditch somewhere. An obsession like his couldn’t end well.

“I don’t know,” he said, his finger lazily stroking along my upper thigh. “I guess we’ll find out together.”

I stared at the wall, painfully aware of every sensation. It was one thing for him to fuck me like a rabid animal. The cuddling was really throwing me off. It felt like a trick. Like any moment Rebel would do something extremely fucked up.

“You need to relax, pet. It’s late. You should get some sleep. We have class in the morning.”

Nothing about that made me feel any better. Having him next door made it hard enough to sleep in peace, let alone with him in the bed beside me.

“Yeah, you really are crazy. You expect me to fall asleep with you here? I don’t trust you, Rebel. You need to go home.” Again, I tried to pull away from him, and again he pressed me firmly against his chest.

Pressing his lips to the back of my neck, he bit down hard enough to force a squeak from me. “Would you cut it out already? I have an early morning. Turn off that light, would you?”

When I made no move to turn off the small lamp on my side table, Rebel leaned over and turned it off himself. We were plunged into darkness. I lay there blinking in the dark, asking myself how the hell I’d gotten myself into this situation. Try as I might to convince myself otherwise, Rebel felt good against me. Warm and firm, his embrace welcoming and strong.

However, I wasn’t fool enough to let myself believe that anything about Rebel Kane was safe. Sleeping in his arms would mean that I trusted him, and I could never trust someone like him.

He didn’t seem to have the same problem. In no time he was snoring softly, his chest rising and falling against me with deep breaths. I listened to him sleep for a long time while asking myself what the hell I should do. Maybe getting away from him while he was unconscious would be easier.

No such luck. I barely moved and his arms tightened to pull me back against him. Goddamn this man. What would it take to escape him?

Eventually, the need to sleep overcame my need to get away from Rebel. It would only be a few hours before my alarm went off and I had to get up. Since he seemed to be out for the night, it should be safe enough for me to doze off. At least, I hoped so.

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