Page 32 of Tempted to Rebel

Her eyes snap open, that fire I love burning bright within. “You’re crazy,” she huffs, blowing a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “You’re fucking crazy.”

That’s not what I want to hear.

My heart roars with the need to hear the truth from her lips. I’ll fucking take it from her one orgasm at a time if I have to, but that’s not what I want. I want her to say it. Out loud. No more barriers between us. “Tell me you want me!” My body coils tight like a cord about to snap. I’m either going to fuck my woman because she deserves the fucking of her life for being honest, or I’m going to pound the shit out of her pussy as punishment forlying. Either way, I’m filling her womb withmyfucking seed, and she will get pregnant withmychild.

A maniacal grin pulls at her lips. “Will you fuck me harder if I say no?”

Precum seeps from my cock.Fuck, she loves to test me.

“I’ll fuck you however I want,” I growl, grinding my shaft against her pussy, feeling her flutter and quiver with need. Every hot, little sound she makes spurs me on, her breath warm across my face. Our eyes meet as she rakes her fingers through my sweat-slicked hair, scratching my scalp with her sharp manicure. I groan and sink another inch inside her heat, panting into her open mouth. “Say it.” I’m damn near begging, my voice close to cracking. “Say it, Celia.”

Please.

She locks her arms around my neck and ghosts her lips over mine. “Put a baby inside me, Rage.” She shivers, her nipples pebbling into tight peaks. “I know I made a mistake last time, and I’m so—” her voice breaks—“I’msorry.” Tears pool in her gorgeous eyes, the green flecks in their depths swirling with emotion. “I shouldn’t have—You just—I’m scared of you sometimes.” A bright bubble of laughter bursts from her chest. “You’re so powerful and overwhelming and I just?—”

I thrust deeper, scraping my teeth across her cheek as I sink another inch inside. Her breath punches from her lungs and her eyes go glossy.Fuck, she’s tight. Wet, tight, resisting. Always resisting. “Let me in, mama.” Gritting my teeth, I slide back out and push back in slowly, so goddamn slowly that my whole body shakes. “Tell me that you want me inside you. Because once I’m there—once I’m inside your heart—you’re not getting rid of me.Ever.This baby is only the beginning.” I kiss the side of her neck, tasting her salt, and groan as I work my way inside.

Clutching me tight against her chest, she whimpers in my ear. “You’re too much, Rage. You take up so much room, so much air, that there’s none left for me.”

Not fucking possible.

“Whatever is mine is yours, remember? You need air, you fucking take it. Take it from me. I don’t need it. I don’twantit. Everything I am is yours.” Grabbing her hand, I press it to my chest so that she can feel the thundering of my heart—all the power she gives me without even realizing it. “Youownme, mama. My body. My strength. My heart. My soul.” I ghost my lips across hers, begging for her kiss but not letting myself have it. Not yet.

I need to hear her say that she wants me. I can give her every part of my black, twisted soul, and it won’t mean a damn thing if she doesn’t accept it.

If she doesn’t acceptme.

Celia takes the tiniest breath. “I want…” Her gaze wanders to my lips as she cups my cheek. “I want totry.” She brushes her thumb across the scar on my cheek. “Is that okay? To take things slow?”

Slow?

My dick is inside of her, and she wants to take things slow?

I laugh darkly, the sound rising from the depths of my soul. In business, I take things slow, planning my approach until I conquer my opponents. But in love?

No fucking chance.

“You will fall in love with me,” I growl, grabbing her hip and punching forward. My cock slides inside easily, slotting itself in her heat and damn near blinding me with how fuckingperfecther pussy feels. I drag in a breath and move, fucking her hard and deep. “Now, tomorrow, once our baby arrives—itwillhappen.”

She shudders and slams her head back against the bars, her mouth parted in a beautiful, silentOthat makes me hotter for her. I slam my hips up, sealing our bodies together with a low hiss. Her pussy clenches tightly around my shaft, her slick desire making the glide easy. Her body wants to move fast.

It’s her mind that’s slowing her down.

Being this close to her—touching her, fucking her—but nothaving herwill drive a man crazy. I know she’ll fall for Rebel faster than she’ll fall for me, and watching it unfold will be the most bittersweet karma of my life. But if that’s what it takes for her to fall in love with me, if she needs to fall for him first to realize that I’m right here waiting, like I always have been, then fuck it.

“Take all the time you need.”

Relief washes over her face until I wrap my fist in her hair and grin down at her. “I’m still fucking my baby in you either way.”

She moans as I drive deep, making good on my promise. I want her mouth, but I resist the urge and press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline instead. Maybe if I keep the kissing to a minimum, she’ll crave it. She’ll want my kiss as much as she wants my brother’s. Jealousy sears like a brand across my heart, and I grit my teeth against the sting. Sweat drips down my back, across my scars, and I almost laugh at how fucking absurd my devotion to her is.

I’m burning alive for this woman, and I’ll turn to ash if it means she’ll finally love me.

I’ll do anything for her.

Grabbing one of the bars beside her head, I thrust hard enough that she screams, the sound echoing through the room. We removed all of the furniture, and the consequences come with heightened acoustics. I know that Rebel can hear us loud and clear from his bedroom. Hell, Ruin likely can too despitebeing one floor above us. I wouldn’t be surprised if Thanatos was jerking off right outside the door, the repressed fucker.

But these screams were made for me.

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