Page 33 of Ruthless

That knowledge was empowering. "That's the first time I've ever, um, done something like that." As soon as the words were out I regretted the admission, but it was too late to take them back now. Besides, I wanted him to know the truth.

That he was my first and only.

He released a long growl, taking my shoulders into his hands and pulling me roughly against him. "What about your sweet little pussy? You play with yourself often?" I lowered my eyes. I couldn't stop my smile, even though I felt heat fill my cheeks. Rebel put a strong finger beneath my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "Don't go all shy. You think I don't rub one off when I'm in need and there isn't a woman around?"

"I'm sure that's not very often."

"That might be true, but it's always nicer when it's someone you actually want."

What was he saying? I was too chicken to ask. How could I anyway, when his mouth was suddenly on mine? I opened to the thrust of his tongue instantly, eager to give him access. The feel of his hard, naked body against mine again after all these years was deliciously overwhelming. The fact that we were in the shower brought back memories of my first orgasm by his hands, and then later when he'd taken my virginity. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd thought about me at all during the last four years, because I'd thought of him, and often.

He was the kind of man who left a lasting impression.

His consuming kiss renewed my arousal, and passion exploded between us. I could feel Rebel's cock hardening against me, revealing that he was just as affected as I was. I was surprised when he pulled away, his was breathing hard.

I was breathing harder.

"I'm going to fuck you, angel. I'm going to pound my dick inside your wet cunt until you scream out my name and come so fucking hard." His dirty words turned me on. "Do you want that, baby?"

I didn't have to think about my answer. I wanted Rebel and all that that entailed. He'd been in my dreams for years. I'd come crying out his name many times late at night, when I'd been forced to use my dildo because the real thing hadn't been available. Whimpering with need, I could only nod, anticipating the kind of all-consuming rapture that only he could give me.

"Tell me what you want." His hand twisted in the wet strands of my hair and he pulled my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "I want to hear the words, angel. I need to know that you want me to fuck you."

How could he not already know? I realized how much his filthy words had turned me on, and I wondered what hearing them from my mouth would do to him? I whimpered when his mouth grazed my throat in a series of gentle nips and spine-tingling sucks. My nipples scraped across his hard flesh, tingling with the contact. My pussy was pulsing.

"I want you to fuck me, Rebel," I finally said, giving him the words that he wanted. "I've waited four years to feel your cock inside me again, scratching the itch that you created. I want to feel your hot seed filling my pussy." I wasn’t sure where I’d found the courage to utter the words, but I was glad that I had.

He growled and bit down on my shoulder, sliding his hands around my body to cup my ass. "Fuck, baby." He ground his cock against me. "You're not going to be able to walk straight by the time I get done with you," he growled. "You on the pill? Because I want to fuck you bare."

I shivered with arousal. It hadn't mattered to him before, but then the situation between us had been very different back then. And I was on the pill now. "I'm on the pill."

"I always suit up, so I'm clean." How could he say that when he hadn't used a condom with me before? "You're the only woman I've fucked bare," he added as if reading my mind.

Oh, God, I didn't even want to try and figure out what that meant, but the knowledge did something wild inside of me. It made me feel that I had been different for him, and not just someone he had fucked for the sake of getting off. His confession gave me the confidence to act on the intense arousal that was flowing through my blood, and I reached up and grabbed him by the hair until our eyes met.

"Then fuck me now."

The animal sound of his feral growl echoed through my tiny bathroom, and Rebel's reaction was quick and brutal. First his hands squeezed my bottom, and then he was lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist at the same time that he buried his cock all the way inside me. There was no warning, just one, deep plunge that took my breath away. A long groan of pleasure erupted from me, in spite of the slight burn and tightness as he stretched me. I threw back my head and closed my eyes.

Bliss.

Total fucking bliss.

"Oh, God!"

"Fucking hell, you feel good wrapped around my dick," he snarled, pinning me against the wall and away from the spray of the water. "So fucking tight, angel."

He held still for a moment, but I could feel his cock moving on its own, pulsing and swelling like a great, threatening beast getting ready to conquer and ruin me. My nails raked down his back, feeling him stiffen against my assault.

He leaned back and captured my gaze. "Go ahead and tear me up with those claws, baby, because I'm going to fucking own your pussy." He pulled back slightly before slamming back in. I moaned, enjoying the slight roughness and jarring of my body. "Your hot, wet cunt has been on my mind, and I intend to get my fill while I'm here."

While he was here? I didn't like the sound of that, but I was feeling too much to analyze his words now. My body was alive with arousal and the pleasure that Rebel was giving me. My senses were exploding with emotions that could have overwhelmed me if I’d let them possess me. And I wanted to. Rebel's hands, mouth, and cock were wrecking sweet havoc on my body. He was claiming my soul.

"Don't hold back," I pleaded into his ear, biting down on the lobe.

"I don't want to hurt you," he rasped.

"You won't." I clenched around his cock, relishing in the shudder that moved through his strong body. "I need to feel . . .” It had been so long, and I'd dreamt of this moment since the last time I'd seen him. It was silly, I knew that, and I’d known that chances of us ever seeing each other again had been slim after I'd run away. I'd often wondered if he'd survived his days in the Red Devils.

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