Page 55 of Rebellion

Reunited and it Feels So Good

I didn’t know whetherto kiss Gray until all our clothes fell off or slap him. Again.

I should walk away.

He’d hidden his identity and used the façade to get me to be his submissive. Which I couldn’t complain about because I’d loved almost every second of it. Nine out of ten seconds.

He had lied to me, with his words, with his body, with my body.

I was so damn excited to see him. My soul had been shattered and broken without him, like an integral part of me was missing.

We were going to have so much angry make-up sex.

I placed one hand on his chest, putting it between us, but wanting to touch him, make him understand. I wanted him, but I was hurt. “I’m still mad at you.”

He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm. “I know.”

I loved his touch, I loved him. Could I grieve the hurt and let go? I wasn’t sure yet, but I knew I wanted to. “I’m gonna be mad for a long time.”

He nodded his head. Such sadness, but a flicker of hope flashed across his face. “I know.”

He did understand me better than any other person in the whole wide world. Before we were lovers we were friends. Before that when he’d been only my bodyguard, I’d known, even then, there was something special in him, that I felt with no one else.

He probably knew exactly what chaos flitted through my brain right now.

Damn it, I was having a hard time staying mad. I didn’t want the anger to get in the way of finding the happiness with Gray I knew was ready and waiting, if only I accepted and let go.

I’d been sad for too long. We had hurt each other, and I wouldn’t do it anymore. Lies and anger, pride and hurt were what split us apart in the first place. I would not let any of that get in the way of what I wanted now. Which was that hot make-up sex.

I stepped away, taking our intertwined hands with me and dragged him toward the bed. “Follow me.”

He stayed put, all that muscle and tough guy not budging.

“Angel.” His tone said we had more to talk about.

“Don’t—” Huh. I was about to tell him not to call me that. We could talk after. I wanted this connection with him. “Don’t deny me my revenge sex.”

“No video cameras this time, love?”

No, not this time. My revenge on Marc with the sex-tape that rocked my world was a different kind of revenge. There had been a lot of repression to let go of then. I’d learned a lot about myself and become a new, more confident woman since then. “Maybe later. That video would be only for you and me.”

I gave him another tug toward the bed. He tugged back, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight.

“Don’t you think we should talk first?”

This man. So sexy, so everything I wanted and needed. In bed and out. “Yes, I do think that. But that’s not what the rest of my mind and body are telling me to do. Revenge slash make-up sex first. Talking later.”

“Angel.” He growled in that I’m-going-to-get-my-way way.

If I could’ve, I would have gotten my arm out and waggled my finger. But Gray’s hold on me wasn’t budging. “No, you don’t. I’m in charge this time. You made me into the Dominatrix. Now you have to live with it.”

For the first time tonight, his face relaxed, some of the concern lifted and he smiled. “I do, huh?”

I had him now, and I was never letting go. “For the next hour at least. Then we’ll see.”

I waited for the easy joke I’d left open for him – only an hour? The smile faded and he released me. The temporary relief was gone and it took his sense of humor with it.

“Will it help you forgive me, to have me submit to you?”

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