Page 63 of Rebel

“Is that right?” I ask as I climb on the bed and straddle him, pushing him back when he tries to sit up. I roll my body against his as I lean down, gripping his chin as I stare into his eyes. “Let’s hope so, shall we?”

I crush my lips to his so he doesn’t have time to respond or think. Groaning my name, he grabs my hips and then flips me. I gasp as he comes down over me. His lips kiss mine aggressively as he forces himself between my thighs.

He dominates my mouth, his kiss almost cutting as he pours his desire into it, and I let him.

On his silk sheets, I let Trav give me everything and become my dirty little secret.

I close my eyes and block out the guilt, anger, and pain. I let him burn them away as his hands slide across my skin, and he nips and sucks my lips before gliding across my cheek to my neck.

Gasping, I grip his shoulders as he bites and sucks the sensitive flesh there. It’s bordering on painful, but I take it.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs into my skin. “I knew you would be, all dirty, little noises and the perfect body.”

Gripping his hair, I open my eyes and meet his. “Use your mouth for something better,” I demand. If he keeps talking, it will be too real, and I don’t need to think right now.

I just need him to make me forget.

I just need to use him.

“Gladly.” He smirks as he kisses me before he slides down my body. His lips drag along my chest, stopping to suck and play with my nipples until I cry out, and then he continues along his path until his lips glide along my pussy, and his hands force my thighs open.

Trav wastes no time, as if he’s worried I’ll stop him, and that works fine just for me. I want it hard, dirty, and fast, and that’s exactly what he gives me.

The bass of the music moves through the bedroom in time with my skipping heart as I grip his short black hair when his tongue laps at my cunt. He eats me from clit to ass with dirty, sure strokes. His muscles bunch under me, his thick, tattooed arms lifting my hips and throwing my legs over his shoulders. His eyes meet mine, and he bites my clit.

I scream, the sharp pain making my pussy clench and my mind flood with nothing but pleasure.

No thoughts. “Again, more.”

His eyes turn wicked as he slowly digs his teeth into my clit until I cry out, and then he kisses the sting better. Two thick fingers slide inside my wet cunt, playing with me as he tests how far he can push me. He alternates between biting and licking until I’m a writhing, wet mess, crying out and begging for more.

He adds another finger, stretching me as he bites my clit, and all that pain and pleasure explodes as I scream, letting the music drown it out as I float above my body, looking down at us and feeling nothing but bliss for the first time in years.

His kiss brings me back to life, tasting of me and sex, as he grips my hips and lifts them. I feel his huge, hard cock press against my entrance, and then he drives into me, forcing every hard inch into my cunt until I choke on his kiss and claw at his back, which only urges him on.

He pulls out and slams back in, the bed shaking from the force, and I finally break away from his mouth. My head hits the mattress hard as I pant, my legs twitching around him.

He blows over my nipples and bites down, fucking me hard and fast as he plays my body. There’s no more talking, just like I demanded.

He bottoms out in me, and the pain has me seeing stars.

“More,” I command, my voice hoarse as I claw at his skin, trying to get into it, to get closer, to get everything.

Part of me wants this, wants it to hurt this much. It makes it easier, and I feel better for the first time in a long time. I deserve this. I deserve this pleasure to hurt. I let my sister die, alone and afraid, and here I am, living her dream.

No, let it hurt so good I never forget.

Trav’s hand grabs my throat, tilting my chin back as he drives into me.

The pain is a reminder she lived, that she was here, that she’s still with me when I have lost everything else, including myself.

No, I don’t deserve happiness or pleasure—only pain.

His earnest gaze meets mine as he brushes my hair back and kisses me, even as he fucks me. “Beck Danvers, I don’t know where you came from, but you amaze me. You make me obsessed,” he whispers. “You make me yours.” He seals his words with a kiss, enveloping me in pleasure once more so I can’t think.

Our bodies come together with slick, feral thrusts, the bed groaning with the force.

“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you,” he whispers against my lips between kisses as he presses his arm above my head, pinning me for his hips. He hammers into me, losing all rhythm. Sweat drips down his face and chest, and I follow the path with my tongue, unable to help it. He groans loudly, his hips stuttering and cock swelling inside me, and I know he’s close.

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