Page 87 of Rebel

If there are two things in this world I can’t resist, it’s a bold-faced dare and Beck Danvers.

“Not before you, pretty girl. What do I get when I win?” I whisper, listening carefully to Trav’s and Kolton’s snores.

“What do you want?” she asks.

“You. I want you in every way I can have you,” I respond without missing a beat.

Her smirk only grows. “And if I win?”

“What do you want, pretty girl?” I mumble, rubbing my lips over her cheek as I rock into her, pressing my hard cock into her cunt as she bites back a gasp.

Oh, this will be too easy, and then Beck Danvers will be all mine.

“If I win, I’ll fuck them and make you watch. You won’t get to come. You’ll watch me come over and over again with your friends, but you won’t get to touch me.”

Jesus, fuck, I love this girl and her dirty, wicked thoughts.

“Deal.” I press my lips to hers, sealing the dare with a hard kiss.

We rip at each other’s clothes, and pajamas fly everywhere until we are both naked. Our hands scramble over each other, trying to be the first to make the other crack.

Her nails cut down my back as she grabs my ass and hauls me closer, sucking and licking my neck. My eyes cross as I bite down on my tongue so hard, I taste blood, swallowing the noises I want to make as pleasure storms through me. I press her thighs open.

Two can play this game.

I bring my hand down on her cunt in a soft smack, and I hear her breath hiccup. I grin as I move down, pressing kisses over her heaving, flushed chest before wrapping my lips around her pink, hard nipple and sucking. Her back bows, and her nails cut into my ass, but she doesn’t make a noise.

Good girl, she’s playing to win.

I bite and lick until she wiggles below me, then I turn my head and torment her other nipple, pressing my hand against her cunt until her hips wind and her cream slides across my palm as she rides it. Her eyes are scrunched together as she bites back noises of her pleasure.

Grinning, I slide lower, ready to torment her with my tongue until she cracks, but her hand darts out and grabs my hair, making me hiss before I cut it off. The sharp pain of her twisting the strands makes my eyes narrow as she lifts her head. She looks at me, and then with a slow, dangerous grin, her leg wraps through mine and she flips me.

She pins me, determination and desire written in every line of her face.

I can’t help but run my gaze possessively over her lithe body, every inch covered in ink and muscles. She’s so goddamn beautiful, it almost blinds me. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulder like a goddamn angel, but she’s all devil.

Beck Danvers is many things, but an angel isn’t one of them.

Her soul is as wicked as mine, and she only proves that as she leans down and runs her pink tongue down my chest, dipping into each of my abs before her eyes meet mine and she traces my cock.

My hands fist the bedding as I stop myself from reaching for her, and my teeth snap together with a click.

Pursing her lips as she lifts her head, she traces her tongue over her lips before her hand wraps around my cock, holding it as she lowers her head once more. She moves her mouth over my cock in teasing strokes, trying to break me. All the while, Trav and Kolton sleep soundly at our side, oblivious to our girl naked and wanting.

She uses her plump, pretty mouth to torture me, trying to get me to break.

That’s my fucking girl.

Fuck, she’s magnificent.

She should know, though, that I’ve been torturing myself since the day I met her, fighting off my own desire, and she won’t win this one. I have put my body through hell with addiction and lust, so I won’t break now. Not even for her. Not when everything is on the line.

Her nostrils flare in understanding, even as she wraps her lips around my tip and sucks hard enough for my eyes to roll back as pleasure explodes through me. Still, I don’t make a noise, and I’ve had enough. She had her turn, and if I’m not careful, I’ll come screaming her name, and this is one battle I’m not losing.

“I’m a recovering addict, baby.” I pull her up until she sprawls on me. “I’ve been fighting against my addiction every day, so do you think I can’t fight you for ten minutes to get everything I’ve wanted since the moment our eyes met? You’re wrong. Now scream for me, pretty girl. Wake our friends, and let’s show them what true pleasure looks like. Show them whom you belong to.”

Her eyes are wide as I lift her, and without waiting, I drop her onto my cock. The cry she lets out is worth it, and she stills, our eyes meeting as she’s impaled on me. I see defeat in her expression. Beck Danvers is not used to losing. “I win, baby. That means you’re mine, every inch of you, and I plan to make the most of it,” I tell her, even as she fights to get off me.

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