Page 20 of Sins of a Rebel

“Tell me you want me to stop.”

I turn my hand over, rubbing my clit.

“Or do you want to make me beg?”

I stare at him beneath hooded eyes and recline back, giving him a better view. When he watches my hand slip inside my bikini bottoms, he gives in and unties the string knotted at my waist.

His gaze heats my skin, staring intently as my finger sinks into my pussy. His chest heaves before he tightens his hand around my wrist, lifting my fingers to his mouth.

He screws his eyes shut; the sound of his moan mixed with my name.

A niggling thought in the back of my mind warns me to be careful, to protect my heart. Tysin said it himself—we’re playing a dangerous game.

I don’t give a shit anymore. No matter what happens, I’ll never be the same after tonight.

We always crave what we can’t have.

Chapter Seven

Kyla

I wake to the sharp sound of lightning cracking nearby, followed by the low rumbling thunder. I lift my head from Tysin’s bare chest, staring up at him and his arm resting above his head over the edge of the couch. Our legs are tangled together from when we fell asleep.

Tysin’s long lashes fan out across the apples of his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, begging me to slide up and kiss him awake.

His eyes flutter, his chin jolting to the side. He winces, his brows deepening, and a low growl follows.

“No, you can’t do that. You can’t,” he cries out.

He clenches his jaw, curling his lips in a snarl, and his nostrils flare with venom.

“I won’t let you. You hear me? You can go to hell.”

My heart rate spikes, pushing myself to my knees to lean over him.

“Tysin,” I whisper, reaching out to shake him on the shoulder.

He grunts, shaking his head violently. I rear back, careful not to let him accidentally hit me in the process. I reach my hand out for his and lace our fingers.

“Tysin, baby, wake up.” I clutch our folded hands against my chest and attempt to shake him, this time with more force than before.

Lightning flickers through the bay window, and the rain begins to pick up, pelting against the side of the house.

“You fuckin’ bastard,” Tysin hisses.

Not knowing what else to do, I crawl up his body and straddle his hips, leaning over to wrap my arms around his neck to hold him. His body thrashes beneath me, attempting to push me off before finally relaxing.

“Is everything okay?” he whispers, his breath heaving against my ear. He pushes my hair away from my face to look at me.

“You were having a bad dream. I didn’t know how to wake you.” I lean back enough to stare down at him.

His brow furrows, and for a second, I think he’s going to tell me about it. His eyes soften, and he stares at my lips.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

I tilt my head to the side. Why would he think he scared me?

He closes his eyes, his forehead wrinkling as if the memories plaguing him in his dreams were coming back to him, and the pain crashed into him like a wave in the storm.

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