Page 7 of The Rebel and the Rogue

“Like you said before, if I’m talking, then you’re not doing it right.”

His brow winged up.

He unwrapped my legs, bent his knees so my feet touched the ground and pulled out. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he spun me about, gripped my waist and lifted me up onto the counter so I leaned over it. The cold surface made me gasp. My legs dangled down, and because of the height my feet didn’t touch the ground. One hand was on my upper back, holding me down.

Again I waited for some sign of rejection from him. He had full view of my scars now. I tensed, expecting him to ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Or worse, walk away.

“Human, you have experienced much,” he murmured, his palm sliding down my spine, down the length of my scar. “So brave, so strong. Fuck, I shall cum just looking at the mark.”

I had no idea what that meant. What guy blew his load for a hideous marring of skin?

Instead a thick thigh nudged mine apart as a big hand came down on my ass. The slap stung but didn’t hurt. “You doubt me,” he commented.

I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk about the damned scar. “Fuck me.”

He spanked me once more but didn’t lift his palm again, only gripped the right cheek and pulled it open.

“Pussy or ass, human?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. He was not even looking at my scars. His gaze held mine, lust and need there that he didn’t even try to hide from me. God, he was so hot. His body was all taut lines, his cock dark with blood and glistening from being inside me.

He waited, which was ridiculous because he had to be hurting with need to be back inside.

“Pussy,” I breathed, realizing he wouldn’t do anything until I answered. I’d never done ass play before, and I wasn’t going to start in this moment, not with the huge cock and without any lube. Besides, he was bossy already, I didn’t need to surrender more to him.

Fuck, he was dominant. And in this position—

“Oh my God,” I breathed when he slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust.

One hand hooked my shoulder, the other remained on my ass as he took me. I couldn’t do anything except take it.

He leaned down, and I felt his tense muscles, the heat of him.

“You will come when I say and not before.”

I gritted my teeth, wanting to tell him off, but I couldn’t. I liked this. Loved it. I didn’t have to think, to worry, to wonder if he liked my body. If he found my skill as a lover to be too much or not enough. If I was making too much noise, not enough. If I was too forward. Bold. If I was too marred to be beautiful. All I had to do was take everything he would give me, and I would like it. No, I’d love it.

His thumb found my back entrance again. Circled, teased. I clenched down.

“My balls are eager to empty. You will come with me.”

I shook my head, stared blankly out into the empty room, but I wasn’t disagreeing. I was… giving in.

One thrust, then another and I was done for. So was he.

His growl ripped through the air, cut the silence like I knew his fangs would cut me. But he didn’t. While he controlled me, he controlled himself, too. I could let go, give in to every base instinct I had, but he couldn’t.

It was that one thought that pushed me over—besides the huge cock, the thumb pressing my ass open, the feel of him behind me—and I screamed again, this time silently.

I was lost. Wild. The orgasm was so intense, so powerful no sound came, only feeling. I bucked beneath him, completely out of control. His large hand held me down, pressed me flat to the table as he pumped into me, fucked me through my release, prolonged it with every hard stroke into my sensitive, swollen pussy. He moved until I couldn’t.

I slumped onto the table, done.

I heard his ragged breathing, felt him pull out, lift me so I stood up, albeit on shaky legs.

We didn’t say anything as we dressed. I was sore, achy. I felt used in the best of ways. My muscles were lax, my brain mush. He’d done everything I’d wanted in a quick fuck, and then some. I had to wonder if I were ruined for anyone else.

I cleared my throat, thinking of that tequila. I could use a shot. Or five.

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