Page 46 of Rebel Hawke

“That’s…quite the promise.”

He rubs his hips against mine, his hard cock grinding into my stomach. “I still don’t think you get it, Wren. How much I’ve wanted this, wantedyou, since the moment you came back.”

I think I do get it.

Maybe…

Even though he can have any girl he wants? When dozens of them throw themselves at him every fight?

That little voice at the back of my head screams the longer I stare into his eyes, washing away any pleasant, lingering effects of the release he gave me, and I start to turn my head away.

He captures my cheek and pulls me back, forcing me to look at him. “Where did you just go?”

“I’m here.”

“No, you’re not.” He shakes his head. “Whatever you were thinking,don’t.”

Tears well in my eyes.

Fuck.

All of this is so overwhelming.

I’m not sure I can fight it anymore.

“I’m sorry, Atlas. I just haven’t really ever had anyone…”

His brow furrows again, that deep concern filtering into his gaze. “Haven’t had anyone what?”

“Want me like this. No one ever did…that.”

“Jesus Christ, Wren.” He lets out a long, slow breath, closing his eyes for a moment like he’s trying to collect himself. When he looks at me again, a mixture of anger and something I can’t quite place stares back at me. “Part of me is pretty fucking pissed that’s true.”

There’s the anger…

His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “But the other part of me is also glad I’m going to be the one who gets to show you what it should be like.”

Pride.

That’s what I see shimmering in his eyes.

Atlas wants to be the person who unravels me. He wants to destroy me in thebestway. He wants to own that piece of me that no other man has ever touched. Wants to control all my pleasure. And I am more than willing to let him.

He shifts his knee between my legs, urging me to reopen them for him. I spread wide, inviting him in, accepting the offer he just made and the promise in his words.

Warm, eager lips find mine again, and he kisses me senseless, obliterating any reservations, until my head is spinning, my body writhing, my pussy aching and clenching for something that isn’t there.

His promise rings in my ears.

Of what he can offer.

What hewants.

The same thing I do—us.

This.

One of his large, rough hands slips between us, and he grasps his cock, dragging the thick length through my release. A low, guttural groan vibrates through his chest, and I gasp as the head catches my hypersensitive clit.

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