Page 28 of Rebels & Rejects

He leans forward just as I bend my knees slightly, bringing our faces within inches of one another. “The question is, why?”

I don’t answer him, meeting his watchful gaze with a steely one of my own as I stand back to my full height, peering down at him. I have to be careful here. I can’t push him too far, but I also can’t just spill all my secrets. He might know I’m lying, but he’s got no proof, and that thought bolsters me.

As he sits back in his seat, I make an effort to soften my expression, stepping in to him. My thigh brushes against the coarse material of his jeans, and I have to ignore the way my skin reacts to that simple touch. Reaching out, I trail my finger down the front of his shirt before placing my palms on his chest and leaning in close to him.

“Maybe I just wanted to get the attention of a big, bad gangster,” I volley, whispering the words seductively in his ear before pulling back to gauge his reaction. “Or maybe you’re making up excuses to seek me out.”

His expression darkens, and in a lightning-fast move, his hands snap out and reach around the back of my thighs, dragging me into his lap. My hands clasp his shoulders to stabilize myself while I work to hide my surprise at the feel of his semi-hard erection in his pants.

“Now, what would I want with a slut like you?” he snarls venomously. “Not good for anything except putting on a show and spreading your legs.”

Despite the angry flare his words spark within me, I smirk down at him, appearing completely unaffected as I shift in his lap, deliberately rubbing my core over his dick.

“Are you sure about that because the hard-on in your pants says otherwise.”

Using sex to disarm men is the most effective weapon I have. It’s shocking how easily a man can be distracted when a hot girl flirts and rubs herself against him. I have to admit, though, this is the first time I’ve been turned on by someone I’m trying to charm. Heat pools in my core as I rub myself against him, and I have to work hard to push aside the cloud of lust threatening to consume me.He’s a Reject, I remind myself.He’s an asshole. He’s been trying to intimidate you all week. He wants to find the Reaper.

It’s enough to snap me out of the lusty haze and focus back on the task at hand. Intent on distracting him, so he forgets all about why he’s here, I flick my tongue to lick along my bottom lip, and I lean in to run my nose up the column of his neck, ensuring my nipples graze against his chest.

“It’s okay if you are,” I whisper in his ear, sucking on his ear lobe as I subtly shift my crotch over his dick, feeling him grow beneath me. My pussy clenches yet again, and I have to mentally chastise myself. He might be downright fuckable, but he’s abso-fucking-lutely off-limits.

His hands grab hold of my hips, squeezing tightly as he takes over control of my movements, using me to get himself off. I see the flare of heat in his eyes, and I have to bite back my own groan of pleasure every time the rough fabric of his jeans presses against my clit. I’m honestly no longer sure where this is going. As heat surges through my body, I almost forget why I’m trying to distract him.

He’s rock hard beneath me now, only making my pussy clench hungrily. Just when I’m convinced I have him in the palm of my hand and he’s about to come in his boxers, he jumps to his feet, making me stumble as I try to get my legs beneath me before I fall to the ground.

My head is still spinning from the sudden change when he snatches my arms behind my back and bends me over the table, so my cheek and tits are pressed against the hardwood, my ass in the air.

I’m so caught off guard that I don’t even react as he leans over me, the heat of his body warming my back as he whispers in my ear. “I told you, I don’t have a need for worn-out hooker pussy.” His words are a low, warning snarl that penetrate through my sex-addled brain.

I start fighting against his hold on my wrists, but it’s futile. His grip only tightens as he kicks my legs apart with his feet, shifting, so he’s easily holding my wrists in one hand. His other one slides down over my ass before he trails his fingers across my hip until he reaches my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there.

My breaths come in rapid pants, both wanting him to touch me where I need him most and wanting him to fuck off. It’s a confusing battle that annoys me to no end.

His fingers dance along the lining of the cheap thong I’m wearing before he brushes them over the fabric along the seam of my pussy. I buck against his touch, inadvertently pushing my ass against his still hard cock, and hating the evil-sounding chuckle he emits.

He rubs over my clit more deliberately, and I know he can feel how damp my panties are as I fight not to writhe or moan under his touch.

“Maybe you did just want my attention,” he purrs in a husky voice that sounds as smooth as expensive whiskey. He slips his fingers beneath the scrap of fabric, finding me soaking wet as he pushes three fingers inside me.

I’m gritting my teeth so hard, I’ll be lucky I don’t crack one. He somehow seems to know that I’m fighting my body's natural reaction and that only encourages him to work me over harder, thrusting his fingers into me in fast, deep strokes until I can feel my pussy fluttering around him.

“You’re so close to coming,” he murmurs, and I can hear the lust in his voice. Despite whatever the fuck this is, he’s not as unaffected as he would like me to believe. “All over my fingers. Is that what does it for you? Getting finger fucked by gang leaders? You need someone violent and in control to make you come?”

I can’t even grit out a “no,” too afraid that if I open my mouth, I’ll say something different or simply moan in such a way that will be enough of an answer to how much he’s affecting me.

Just as my orgasm feels like it’s about to unfurl from my lower belly, he stills his fingers inside me. “Is that why you were with Python that night? Thought he would give you a good fucking?” His voice has lost that husky quality, the anger in it now abundantly clear. “Or was your pussy merely a distraction? You should know,” he growls in warning, “I’m not like Python or any of those other meatheads. Your saggy cunt won't keep me from finding out what you know or from hunting down the Reaper. You’re only making things worse for yourself by lying, so this is your last warning. Next time I won’t be so nice.”

He pulls out of me, finally releasing his hold on my wrists, and I spin to glower at him.

“Go fuck yourself,” I snarl furiously, feeling the heat of anger and embarrassment coating my cheeks.

He smirks smugly. “No need, I’ve got plenty of women who will happily get me off, and they’ll do a hell of a better job than you could.”

With that, he strides toward the staff entrance at the back of the room. I can’t do anything but stand on shaky legs and watch him go. Before he slips through the door, he calls out, “Don’t forget to lock up.”

When I’m alone, I sink into his now vacant chair, dazed.What the fuck just happened?How did that take such a turn for the worse? I still can’t wrap my head around how I went from being the one in control to being bent over the table while he finger fucked me, and I’m not the slightest bit happy that I can still feel the delicious stretch of his fingers or the fact I’m fucking furious he stopped before I could come.

Chapter 11

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