Page 32 of Sins of a Rebel

“I hate you,” I spit out. “I hate you for what you’ve done to me.”

There’s a flicker in his eye. Good. I hope the words landed like a strong punch to the gut.

He turns me in his arms and pushes my chest against the wall. He slips his hand over my front, nipping and plucking my nipple before sliding into the front of my pants.

My knees go weak, and I reach up to grip his forearm to steady myself.

He hums in appreciation when his fingers find their way into my panties, brushing over my clit.

“I don’t believe you. Try again. Only this time, say it with more conviction.”

I flare my nostrils. When he circles my clit, I dig my nails into his arm, screwing my eyes shut.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me.” He snickers. “Always so wet for me. Your pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it, Kyla?”

“I said shut up,” I say, punctuating every word.

He chuckles. My head drops back against his chest, and my legs nearly buckle beneath me.

I reach my hand behind me, gripping his dick through his pants, earning me a low growl.

“Always hungry for my dick, too. Ain’t that right, baby?”

He pulls my hips toward him, taking a step back, and slides his hand down my spine, urging me to bend forward.

I brace my hands against the wall. He reaches around, unbuttoning my pants, and tugs them down my legs.

I’m left bare and exposed for him. His hands massage my ass cheeks, spreading them open before slapping one hard with a loud smack.

I hear the familiar sound of his belt unhooking, followed by his jeans dropping to the hardwood floor. I squeeze my eyes shut when his fingers brush through my pussy from behind. I sidestep, widening my stance, and moan when he shoves two fingers inside me.

He drops to his knees and groans appreciatively, spreading my ass cheeks open again. When his tongue flicks through my pussy, I desperately search for something to hold on to, feeling unsteady on my feet.

He pulls back again, brushing his finger through my folds before sliding deep inside me.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he grunts. “Let me hear you beg me to fuck you.”

I want to tell him to shut up, but I’m afraid if I do, he’ll stop. I want him too damn bad right now to risk him pulling back.

“Tysin,” I mutter. “Please.”

I grind my ass against him, and he quickly replaces his fingers with the tip of his dick. He brushes the head over my clit, lining up at my entrance when I thrust back into him, taking him hard and fast.

He fires out a stream of curse words, gripping my hips to pin me against him. His hand twists in my hair, and I suck in a sharp breath when he pulls on the strands, using it to tilt my head back toward him.

“Does that feel good?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“My fuckin’ pleasure,” he growls just before he slams back into me. Each thrust is punctuated, hitting the right spot.

“I’m gonna miss this sweet pussy,” he groans. “It’s gonna ruin me.”

“Tysin,” I moan as tears fill my eyes.

My nails dig into the doorframe, trying desperately to hold on as he fucks me with everything he has, my feet wobbling in my heels.

“I’m close,” he mutters against my ear. “Touch your pussy, baby. I want you to come with me.”

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