Page 49 of Tempted to Rebel

Even if she comes to understand this about me, it won’t matter, in the end. My brothers will keep her in their own way—and I’ll keep her in mine.

Bound in the most decadent crimson rope, tied up tightly, her body as marked as mine once the rope digs into her flesh.

I keep these thoughts to myself, but it’s getting harder to avoid the temptation to carry her up the stairs to my bedroom and put her body on display. Under the warm spotlight, I can see everything. Every reaction to my touch, every pebbled inch of flesh, every whisper of desire I elicit from within.

Tempting, but not impossible to ignore.

The itch to touch her with my knife, though—that’s a song that’s sweeter than honey, and I’mdesperatefor another taste.

While she chats idly with Rebel on our way down the grand staircase to the garage, I imagine the glide of the handle inside her pussy. The heat radiating from her cunt, the slick desire building on the polished metal, the rich scent of her body fillingthe air. I lick my lips and imagine kissing her there, at the apex of her thighs, the way she’ll squirm and gasp and?—

A high-pitched scream catches me off guard, and I blink to clear my head. In front of us is a gleaming, pale blue sports car that I’ve never seen before, and hovering in front of it is Celia with her arms spread wide and a cute little hop in her step.

“Ohmygod!” She shrieks, still bouncing on her heels. “When did you get this?”

Rebel grins like a cat eying its next meal. “Bought her just this morning and drove her over.” He pats the hood before pulling Celia over, easily setting her down on top of it. With a whistle, he steps back to admire her. “Damn, you’re gorgeous. Wait, let me take a picture!” He snaps what looks like a dozen photos, each of them focusing on different parts of her body. The first few are of the whole picture, Celia’s body on full display in front of the car, but the next few are zoomed in on her chest, her lips, her hips and thighs. He groans and slips the phone back into his pocket. “God, you’re crazy beautiful.”

Celia blushes a deep crimson and idly plays with the waves of her hair falling loosely over her shoulder. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it.” Sliding up to her, Rebel slots his hips between her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the hood, easily fitting into place. Brushing his hand over her cheek,heblushes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Celia.”

They fold into each other’s arms, and it’s impossible to look away. Unlike when she’s with Rage, she melts into Rebel’s touch. Little gasps catch in her throat with each pluck of his lips on hers, and she wraps her arms around his waist to pull him closer.

“Gonna dent the hood,” he warns, exhaling harshly, “but fuck it.” Climbing up on top of her, he leans Celia back and lifts onto his knees. “Ruin, get over here. Watch this.”

I don’t know why he thinks I’m not paying attention, but I walk closer and get a perfect view of Celia’s tender blush trailingacross her cheeks and down her neck. It dips into her sweater and out of sight, but Rebel slips his hand up her shirt and lifts the fabric over her breasts. Bright pink blossoms across the stripe of skin visible on her chest, and she bites her plush bottom lip as she looks up at me.

“You think Celia is beautiful, too, don’t you, Ruin?” My brother glances over at me, expecting an answer.

“Yes.”

That doesn’t please him. His mouth twitches into a frown. “C’mon, man, she’s on the hood of a Lamborghini. She’s gorgeous.”

“Yes.”

Shaking his head, he laughs ruefully. “Shit, you’re bad at this.”

I don’t know what he wants me to say, and my skin pricks with discomfort. I shift my weight from foot to foot and clear my throat, my body feeling too tight.

Celia tosses a glare at Rebel before reaching for my hand. She squeezes it and tugs me closer, forcing me to brace myself on the hood of the car. I lean over her body and breathe in her scent. She smells like summer, full of warmth and sunlight and something cloyingly sweet. “He doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to.”

I have plenty to say but not enough words to say them.

Grasping Celia’s hand, I lower it to her thighs and rub the soft denim covering her skin. This is different than crawling on top of her while she’s sleeping in bed, but the effect is the same. Her breath catches and she spreads her thighs wider to make room for me. Without my leather gloves in the way, I can feel the warmth of her hand and how much hotter her thighs are. Have I been missing out this entire time?

Is there more that I can feel?

“Fuck me,” Rebel groans, rocking back on his heels. “I should have never bought you this car. I’m gonna wanna fuck you in it—on it—every day.”

Biting her lip, Celia pushes her breasts together with her arms. “How is that a bad thing?”

Cursing, Rebel runs a hand through his messy hair. “We’reseriouslygonna dent the hood.”

“We already are.”

He grins and presses a quick kiss to her wrist. “I guess there’s no point in stopping now, then.” Undoing his belt, he drops his pants and boxers to his knees and frees his cock. It’s already full, and Celia wraps her hand around the base. Hissing through his teeth, Rebel rocks into her palm. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”

Next, Celia reaches formybelt. She fumbles with it one-handed and manages to undo it, but the button and zipper prove too challenging. “Ruin, help.”

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